A certain Hogwarts rune professor

Chapter 421 Golden Egg
The time came to the next morning. Although Harry and Ron wanted to leave the school hospital as soon as possible, they were too tired last night and their injuries were serious. Madam Pomfrey said that Ron's leg was still swollen, and Harry At least six ribs were broken.

"The Healing Charm can only cure some minor injuries, such as a twisted nose, and it can only be used in emergencies." Madam Pomfrey said at the time, but the two of them once suspected that she was just tricking them into taking the medicine means.

After drinking the potion, their minds immediately became groggy, like a mechanical alarm clock that had been unwound, turning slower and slower.Harry and Ron fell asleep without talking to each other.It was a dark sleep, and they didn't wake them up until Hermione came to visit them.

Harry described what happened last night, and deliberately emphasized that "the time is too late to call you", Hermione shrugged, "Unless you stand outside the entire girls' dormitory and shout, you can't get in, and I might not be able to hear..."

Ron coughed heavily, sounding like "prom", and Hermione's ears turned red.

The two had some unpleasantness last night——

After the opening dance, Ron blamed her for her behavior in the drink interval, and Hermione dryly explained that the meaning of the Tournament was to "promote communication", and when Ron yelled that Krum was not interested in her, Hermione was irritated when she just wanted to know the secret of the golden egg.

"He never asked me a word about the golden egg, ever!"

Ron changed his tactics at the speed of light.

"Then, he definitely wants you to help him figure out the secret of the golden egg!"

"I never helped him research that golden egg!" Hermione was literally pissed off. "Actually, he invited me in the first place, in the library, but I kept hesitating, for ridiculous warriors or something, Guess what? Roger Davies immediately invited Collins, and my two foolish companions just complained about pretty girls getting picked!"

Harry's expression was innocent.

He really didn't think of inviting Hermione, but it was because he had been harboring ulterior motives, maybe Cedric and Cho Chang had a fight... Well, he knew that this kind of thing couldn't happen, but this conclusion made him More depressed, making him less interested in the upcoming dance.

In short, after that, Harry and the unhappy Ron went to the courtyard to breathe, accidentally overheard the conversation between Hagrid and Mrs. Maxim, and knew that they were both half-blood giants, and Hermione (according to herself) Stay in the auditorium, sulking alone.

Harry was skeptical about the sulking, because when they went back, they saw Hermione happily dancing with Professor Hemp...

After the dance, Harry found that Hermione and Ron were not talking to each other again. They went back to the dormitory and slept full of thoughts until they were awakened by nightmares. Together with Ron, they chased down the spies in the castle... See Hermione again this morning At that time, Ron and Hermione were very polite, as if yesterday's quarrel had never happened at all.

And when Hermione heard about Hagrid's half-giant status, she didn't think there was anything strange about it.

"Actually, I thought he must be a giant." She said, shrugging her shoulders, "I know he can't be a pure-bred giant, because they are all about twenty feet tall. There is no need to be so nervous... This It's a prejudice, just like people have attitudes towards werewolves... perhaps with house-elves...although the two prejudices are not the same!"

Ron obviously didn't agree with this point of view, but he just tactfully repeated what he said to Harry last night, and pretended to be introducing Harry for the first time:
"Hagrid shouldn't be talking about it, although it may be the first time he has met his kind, and he is too excited... I know he is not dangerous, everyone who knows him knows this, but it will be troublesome if outsiders overhear Now, people are taboo about this." He snorted twice, and said secretly: "Even if it is a kind of prejudice, it is also a collective prejudice. When there is no way to change it, concealing it is the best way."

Seeing that Hermione opened her mouth to refute, he immediately sped up her speech, and said to Harry: "In the public impression, giants are cruel, although I have heard love stories between giants and dwarves when I was young, Frey De and George told me... but I haven't believed their nonsense since I was six."

Suppressing a laugh, Harry also pretended to hear it for the first time, and nodded seriously.

"My dad said that they sided with You-Know-Who in the war, and foolishly believed that You-Know-Who would give them more living space... As a result, after the war, they were naturally liquidated, and a large number of giants were killed by Aurors Death, maybe Professor Moody was also involved, his leg may have been injured at that time..." Ron guessed irresponsibly.

"...there is still a small tribe of giants who didn't do much evil and were driven out of England. Now I don't know which mountain to hide in."

Harry didn't think it was right to continue discussing the topic of 'are giants cruel by nature?', because Hermione's eyebrows were raised strangely, and he decided to take the initiative, "Um... Hermione, it is so, Ron and I see You're late, but you disappeared a few hours earlier yesterday afternoon, so it doesn't take that long to get your hair done, right?"

He felt like he was talking nonsense, because Hermione's hair was back to its shaggy state at the moment, and he thought - though he didn't understand it - that no one would refuse to make themselves more beautiful if they could keep it.

Sure enough, Hermione gave him a blank look.

"If a girl wants to dress up, no amount of time is enough... But I really don't delay because of this, it's Valen, she gave me a Christmas present, and I, uh..." She bit her lip, I do not know how to describe.

"We know," said Ron, "I mean...we've heard a little bit of what she gave you to make such a fuss about and lose track of time, wouldn't it be a lot of Galleons? A girl of mine Grandma said that the only one who can beat time is the golden little cutie."

Harry and Hermione looked at him at the same time, and Ron shrugged, "She is old and dead, and she left a will saying that all her property should be converted into Galleons and buried with her, but I'm not sure if her descendants will follow suit ..."

"Of course not, it's a broken Time-Turner." Hermione said lightly.

"Warren sent you a Time-Turner?" Ron screamed, eyes widening.

"No fuss, just a broken one," said Hermione, returning the word 'fuss' in return, but Ron didn't catch it at all.

"Take it out and see! Hermione, I haven't seen a Time-Turner yet!" said Ron.

Harry looked at her expectantly too, "Did you bring it?"

Hermione's eyes curled up, "Of course," she lifted a golden chain from her chest. It was a small disc-shaped timer with a circle of gold brackets on the outside and a small hourglass on the innermost side. Very precise.

"This is the Time-Turner? It looks beautiful... are you sure it's broken?"

Hermione didn't speak, she rolled her eyes in front of them, and stuffed herself back into her clothes.

"There's nothing to look at, we might as well spend our time on cracking the secret of the golden egg," she said enthusiastically, "I've finally settled on a plan, and I'm sure it won't destroy its structure..."

Harry and Ron stared at the golden egg she had brought, which was now on the side cabinet, with hesitant expressions.Harry looked at his pajamas. If it kept screaming during the process of dissecting the golden egg, they wouldn't even be able to run outside.

He didn't want to embarrass himself in the corridors of the castle in a pair of pajamas during the day.

But Hermione had made up her mind.

She stood up and took the golden egg into her arms, and dragged Harry's pillow to put it under the golden egg.Harry and Ron watched with trepidation, rushing to come up with ideas:
"We can try the Revealing Potion—"

"I tried," said Hermione.

"Revealing spells, erasers, analyzing spells—"

"It's useless." Hermione fiddled with the golden egg and pulled out her wand.

"Try how about Adrian's deconstruction method, he blows it quite mysteriously in the book—"

"Well," Hermione put down her wand and said to the two of them, "Frankly speaking, I did use some of the techniques he mentioned, mainly because I found that he liked to figure out the tricks of taking shortcuts... This is also the reason for future generations to understand. One of the reasons he's not rated highly."

Ron gave Harry a look, which meant, I'll just say it.

Taking advantage of this time, Hermione put her wand on the golden egg, tapped and tapped, occasionally stopped to listen, or chanted a few spells in Latin. Harry and Ron understood some of her tricks After all, the books they read are the same—only the progress and degree of digestion are different.

"She does the layering method," Harry whispered to Ron.

This method is very commonly used in alchemy. The principle is to remove all redundant parts that can be removed, such as protection spells, decorations, and those trivial functions, pointing to the core secrets, especially suitable for alchemy novice operations.

From time to time, Hermione took out bottles and jars from the beaded pouch, applied the potion on the golden egg with a small brush, and took off a piece of eggshell amidst the shocked expressions of the two of them.

"H, Her, Hermione, you, you dismantled it?!"

"Because it's not important." Hermione said with a straight face, while speaking, she took off another piece.

Harry felt so helpless, as if he had been living with the Dursleys a few years ago, when he lived in the cupboard under the stairs and had to wait every evening for Dudley to come upstairs - he would Deliberately step on the steps with great strength to shake off the dust.

But now, his mood is the same, he doesn't know how many pieces of the golden egg are broken, it will suddenly shout a creepy sound, scaring everyone.

When only half of the golden egg was left, Harry's inner impulse was stronger, and he hesitated to remind Hermione that the sick Professor Moody lived not far from here, and if he heard it, he would probably be cranky rushes in and casts jinxes on all of them, like sticking their ears to golden eggs...

"It's done!" said Hermione happily.

Harry and Ron leaned over to look, and there was only a palm-sized fragment of the golden egg left in her hand, but it was quiet now, just like the other fragments.

"Are you sure you succeeded, Hermione? We won't laugh at you if you fail," said Ron generously.

He remembered that Collins Foley had reminded him at Christmas dinner, and though he didn't know why, and he couldn't catch a word, he figured she wouldn't mind telling him a second time if there was a first time.

Hermione snorted twice, her eyes narrowed, bent into a crescent, and her wand lightly tapped on it.

"Crack."

There was a tiny shattering sound, the last shard split in two in her hand, and a low, piercing scream drilled into their ears.

"Is there any difference besides being quieter?" Harry asked, the only consolation being that he didn't have to say the whispering spell.

"Oh, it lacks a necessary environment," Hermione smiled brightly, "I retain its core function, storing and transforming sounds, as long as I put it in-"

"In the water!" Ron said, patting his head suddenly.

Hermione looked at him unkindly.

(End of this chapter)