With extraordinary comprehension, I built a floating city at Hogwarts.

Judging solely from the scores, this is like the difference between Harvard University and Harbin Buddhist Academy!

What's the point of comparing these two?

Furthermore, as the undisputed leader in this competition, Hermione's popularity at Hogwarts was unparalleled.

Hermione also holds the position of the second-in-command of the Erudite Society, serving as the chairperson of its board of directors.

The young wizards all felt that her current abilities were largely due to Levin and the Society of the Learned.

As a result, the Knowledge Society has become incredibly popular again, attracting a wave of new members.

Of course, that's all in the future.

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Chapter 326 Golden Egg

After the competition, all the athletes were gathered back into the tent by Ludo Bagman.

As soon as he entered, he was startled to see Hermione covered in blood.

"Are you alright, Miss Granger? Should we see a doctor first?"

“No need.” Hermione shook her head. “That’s all dragon blood.”

Unlike real dragons, bathing in the blood of a fire-breathing dragon does not change a person.

"That's good."

He turned to the others and nodded with satisfaction.

"You all did a great job!"

Ludo Bagman said, looking overjoyed, as if he himself had just successfully traversed a dragon.

"Alright, I only have a few words to say. This Triwizard Tournament has a total of four events. The second event will begin at 9:30 AM on January 7th next year. Before that, you can rest for a long time—but we need to leave you with some questions to consider! Also, Miss Granger, could you please deliver the three extra golden eggs?"

Hand them to me? You won't need them, thank you.

Ludo took back the extra golden eggs and distributed them to the warriors who did not have any.

“Look down at those golden eggs you’re holding, and you’ll see they can be opened… See the seam there? You must decipher the clues inside the eggs—that will tell you what the second project is. You can get ready! Got it? No problem? Alright, you can go now!”

Back at Hogwarts, the young wizards celebrated enthusiastically. The little lions were elated, and Harry had double the joy. After reconciling with Ron, he was widely welcomed by the young wizards, who finally recognized his qualifications as a warrior.

As for Hermione, she received not only welcome, but also... awe.

Some people are already comparing her to Levin.

As the chairperson of the Erudite Society, Hermione's astonishing performance on the field and her overwhelming final score filled the wizards of the Erudite Society with immense pride.

Due to popular demand from members, Levin organized an additional society event that evening.

Everyone gathered in the Erudite Society's private classroom to celebrate Hermione's victory.

The tables and chairs were piled high with cakes and candies, along with jugs of chilled fruit syrup, pumpkin juice, and butterbeer.

Someone lit some fireworks with great effort, and many stars and sparks flashed in the air.

At the end of the celebration, everyone talked about the next match, and they were all more eager than Hermione herself, clamoring for her to bring out the golden egg so they could study it together.

Although Levin already knew the outcome, he couldn't bear to refuse everyone's enthusiasm, so he could only let it go.

"Wow, it's quite heavy," Zhang Qiu said, weighing Hermione's golden egg in his hands.

"Take my advice, whatever you do, don't open it." Hermione's warning sounded somewhat alarmed.

But it was too late for her to speak; Zhang Qiu had already pried open the golden egg by digging her fingernails into the grooves around it.

A terrifying, piercing scream filled the entire room.

"Turn it off quickly!" The little wizards all covered their ears.

In fact, Hermione had already secretly tried it before attending the celebration and knew what was inside. Unable to resist everyone's insistence, she had already stuffed two cotton balls into her ears and hurriedly went forward to close the golden egg.

Zhang Qiu, who was closest to the golden egg, suffered the most damage. Fortunately, she had been strengthened by a permanent attribute elixir, making her much more resilient than the average junior wizard. She quickly recovered and frowned, saying, "There's nothing inside."

Having learned their lesson, no one dared to touch the golden egg again; they were just discussing among themselves what the screams had to do with the second game.

Some speculated that the second match was related to the female ghost, but ultimately there was still no clue.

With Hermione's rise to fame, the Erudite Society welcomes a new wave of members.

As the course continued and the students reached the required level, more and more young wizards were able to enter Class Three of the Academy of Knowledge to study arcane magic theory.

With this, Levin announced that he would be handing over more responsibilities to Hermione, such as the Arcane Magic classes for all Class 3, which were originally taught by Levin himself, but would now be taught by Hermione.

Levin himself only teaches some key courses.

In fact, prior to this, Levin had always been inconsistent in his attendance at Class 3's classes.

Hermione teaches about half of the classes; everyone is used to her.

This time, he was simply formally bestowing the title of lecturer upon Hermione.

Given their usual teaching performance and the results of this match, everyone had no objections.

In this way, for the subsequent Erudite courses, Levin only needed to provide Hermione with some materials and occasionally show his face, finally freeing him from all the burdens of being a hands-off manager.

For Hermione, taking on the additional role of an arcane magic instructor in her original position was a joy she found perfectly acceptable.

She has always felt that she has received too much help from Levin:

Levin would teach her so many precious, self-created spells, as long as she wanted to learn them;

Levin showered her with all sorts of precious elixirs and alchemical items as if they were free;

She was the first to learn the unique magic of the Animagus.

If all of these were taken individually and placed in the magical world, even the most elite magicians would be eager to acquire them; each one would be priceless.

What makes Hermione so capable of accepting all of this without any hindrance?

Even with Levin's affections, Hermione felt she had to do as much as possible for him to repay his kindness.

This is why she could tolerate Levin's unrestrained slacking off and being a hands-off boss, and tirelessly clean up his messes.

It's just helping him teach a few more classes now, what's the big deal?

This way, he could share the burden with Levin while also enhancing his own prestige within the Academy of Erudition—a win-win situation.

November brought strong winds and sleet to Hogwarts.

In this situation, the young wizards who needed to go outdoors for their magical creature conservation classes longed for the warm fire and thick walls inside the castle.

Although there is always a draft inside the castle in winter, it is much better than being outside in the cold wind all the time.

Professor Hagrid, who teaches the Conservation of Magical Creatures class, wasn't really focused on his students.

He would get up every now and then to serve the Maxim's sleighs their favorite single malt whisky.

A strong smell of alcohol wafted from the feed trough in the corner of the makeshift stable, making the students in the Magical Creatures Protection class feel a little dizzy.

Nevertheless, they still had to brace themselves to take care of the dreaded blasting snails.

Now there are only ten frizzy-tailed snails left.

Clearly, their desire to kill each other has not been completely eradicated.

Only the victor deserves to enjoy all the excrement of the tamarins.

The loser has nothing.

This is truly a case of not even being able to eat hot shit.

Now each of them is nearly six feet long, with a thick gray protective coat, powerful legs that swing wildly, tails that constantly explode and breathe fire, and their spikes and suckers.

All of these combined make the Bombtail Snail one of the most disgusting things the young wizards have ever seen.

Hagrid, however, came up with an even more terrifying idea: he wanted to put these seemingly energetic blast-tailed snails into hibernation.

The students looked listlessly at the big box Hagrid brought out, which was filled with pillows and fluffy blankets.

This is treating the tadpole like a giant baby. Why don't you put some plush toys in it?

“We’ll lead them in,” Haig said, “and then close the lid and see what happens.”

As a result, they discovered that the tamarin does not hibernate and does not like being stuffed into a box lined with pillows and covered.

Hagrid quickly shouted, "Don't be nervous, don't be nervous!"

Because the Bombtail was rampaging through the pumpkin, the ground was already littered with smoldering box fragments, and most of the students locked themselves in Hagrid's hut to avoid the Bombtail's attacks.

The farce only ended when Levin used Frost Nova to freeze all the Blasttails.

This time, the blasting snails are really going to hibernate.

The young wizards worked together to stuff the frozen, ice-cold, bulging snails into the few remaining boxes.

Rita Skeeter leaned against the fence of Hagrid's vegetable garden, watching this farce unfold.

Today she was wearing a thick magenta robe with a purple fur collar, and a crocodile skin handbag was hanging from her arm.

"Who are you?" Hagrid noticed her and walked over to ask.

“My name is Rita Skeeter, a reporter for the Daily Prophet,” Rita replied, smiling broadly at Hagrid, her gold teeth gleaming.

“It seems Dumbledore said you’re not allowed to go back to school,” Hagrid said, frowning slightly.

Rita didn't seem to hear what Hagrid said.

"What are these fascinating animals called?" she asked, her smile growing wider.

"Skrewt," Hagrid replied gruffly.

“Really?” Rita said, looking intrigued. “I’ve never heard of them before…where did they come from?”

“Oh, with permission from the Department of Magical Creatures Control, I can buy and keep these little guys.” Hagrid clearly understood what the other party was implying, and quickly pulled out a crumpled certificate from his mole-skin coat, the red stamp of the Ministry of Magic gleaming on it.

Rita held the certificate with two thick fingers, trying hard to decipher the flamboyant signature of the person in charge: "Katrana Presto".