HP Magic Biography

Sure enough, when they entered the Gryffindor common room, the room once again erupted in cheers and shouts.

There are mountains of cakes, bottles of pumpkin butter and butterbeer all over the house.

Lee Jordan had lit Dr. Philibuster's heatless fireworks, so that the air was densely packed with sparks of starlight competing for glory. Director Thomas was good at drawing, and by this time he had hoisted a striking new banner, most of which showed Harry in his rocket hovering up the tail dragon, and one or two sides with Cedric's head on fire.

Harry ate so much he had almost forgotten what hunger was.

Then sat with Ron, Van Lin, and Hermione.

He couldn't believe how happy he was: with Ron by his side, he had already completed his first mission, and he wouldn't have a second mission for three months.

Merlin's beard, this one is very heavy. Li said. Jordan said. He was holding up a golden egg, and weighing it in his hand, which Harry had left on the table.

Open it, Harry, open it! Let's see what's inside!

He should find out the clues himself, Hermione replied quickly. That's the rule of the game...

I should figure out how to defeat that dragon by myself, Harry muttered, and only Hermione heard, so she smiled guiltily.

Yeah, go on, Harry, go on! Several people echoed.

Hermione, do you trust me? Fan Lin said secretly.

Why do you ask that? Hermione looked at Fan Lin strangely.

I found something interesting about that egg. Fan Lin said secretly, he wanted to make sure no one heard.

So, you cover your ears, trust me, it's best to seal them with magic power.

Hermione nodded, and a smile appeared on the girl's face...

Fan Lin always felt that he opened the door to a new world for Hermione, and then...

And then... Lee handed the egg to Harry, and Harry stuck his fingernail into the groove, scratched it around the groove, and pushed it away.

There was nothing in the egg, empty, completely empty - but the moment Harry opened it, there was the most terrifying sound, a loud and shrill wail that filled the room.

It reminded Harry of that brainless Nick's haunted symphony at his death party he'd heard about, and they used to play some great pieces of music.

Shut it! Fred roared, putting his hands to his ears.

What's that? Finnigan said. He kept his eyes on the egg when Harry slammed it shut again.

Sounds like a female ghost... that might be your next conquest, Harry!

Looks like somebody's being tortured! said Neville. His face had turned pale, and the peeled sausages rolled to the ground, You will have to fight the Cruhiltus curse!?

Don't be silly, it's illegal, George said. They don't use Klubletus curses. I think it sounds like Percy is singing... Maybe you can sneak up on him in the shower, Harry.

This is probably the truest portrayal of Percy. In fact, of the entire Weasley family, only Ron can sing well, and the rest...

Percy sang like a drake quacking, and Fred yelled many times for Percy to move in with the ghoul on the roof.

Would you like a marmalade pie, Hermione? said Fred.

Hermione looked suspiciously at the box Fred handed her, and Fred grinned.

Well, look at me, he said, I haven't touched them, you see, it's custard cream—

Neville just took a bite of the cream, choked and had to spit it out in one gulp.

Fred laughed. Neville, that was just a little joke of mine...

Hermione took a piece of marmalade tart and said, Is that from the kitchen, Fred?

Yes, Fred smiled at him. Then he imitated a servant elf in a strange high-pitched voice: We can do anything for you, sir, anything!

They're really useful... If I say I'm starving, they bring me a roast ox.

How did you get in there? Hermione asked casually.

Easy, said Fred, and behind the sealed door was a picture of a bowl of fruit. You just scratch the pear and it giggles, and— He stopped, looking at her suspiciously, What's the matter?

Nothing, Hermione replied quickly.

Now go and get the servant elves out on strike, how about it? said George. Stop making any more pamphlets, and try to get them to join the demonstration, shall we?

Several people laughed loudly, but Hermione said nothing.

You don't always make them angry, you should tell them that they will get their clothes and wages!

Fred said warningly. You should persuade them to cook!

At this moment, Neville turned into a big canary. Oh, I'm so sorry, Neville! cried Fred, laughing, I forgot - the custard cream was enchanted by us.

After a while, Neville was transformed, and when his feathers fell off, he was back to normal again, and he was laughing with the others.

Canary Cream! cried Fred to the excited crowd. George and I invented it—seven copper Knuts each, deal!

It was nearly one o'clock in the morning when Harry, Ron, Neville, Finnigan, and Dean reached the dormitory.

Although it was strange why Fan Lin didn't follow, Harry didn't care too much.

This is already a daily thing, and Fan Lin always has endless things to do, Harry wants to relax more than this.

Before drawing the curtains for the four-poster bed, Harry placed his miniature Hungarian Horned-tailed Dragon on the bedside table, and the thing yawned, curled up, and closed its eyes.

Really, thought Harry, thinking as he drew the curtains... they were right, really, those dragons...

However, this was not the end for Fan Lin.

From Hermione's tone, Fan Lin naturally sensed something unusual.

Hermione's desire to see the house-elves was very strong.

Sure enough, before the carnival was over, Hermione sneaked out while no one was looking.

Fan Lin sighed helplessly, and when he saw that no one was paying attention, he followed out secretly...

To be honest, it's like being a thief and stalking Hermione in the middle of the night...