A Hogwarts dissertation guide

That evening, as soon as Harry, Ron, and Hermione returned to the Gryffindor common room, cheers and uproar erupted once again.There were mountains of cakes on the tables and chairs, as well as jugs of pumpkin juice and butterbeer.Lee Jordan set off some elaborate fireworks, and the air was filled with stars and sparks.Dean Thomas, who is good at painting, hung up several eye-catching new banners. Most of the banners showed the faces of Harry and Hermione. There was a scene of Harry riding a Firebolt and flying around Horntails, and Hermione's hands. Smashing the wand to the ground.

Harry began to eat. These days, he had almost forgotten what a normal feeling of hunger was.But Hermione's appetite was very weak. In fact, she almost lost her appetite due to the noise of the hilarious crowd in the lounge. She just wanted this to end as soon as possible.

But Harry, he couldn't believe how happy he was: Ron was back with him, he had passed the first project, and had to face the second project three months later.

"Oh my god! It's quite heavy!" Li Jordan picked up the golden eggs that Harry and He Minfa had placed on the table, weighed them with his hands, and said, "Although I can't tell which one belongs to whose, I want to know the information inside. It should be the same, quick, someone open it, let’s see what’s inside!”

"The warriors should solve the clues themselves," Hermione said seriously, "The rules of the tournament stipulate..."

"I should also figure out how to cross the fire dragon myself." Harry muttered, his voice low enough that only Hermione could hear it.

Hermione's eyes widened, and she said in a voice that only the two of them could hear: "Didn't the broom method... come up with it yourself?"

Before Harry had time to answer, several classmates had already approached and brought the golden egg over.

"Okay, come on, Harry, Hermione, open it quickly!"

The golden egg was already in front of Hermione and Harry. They looked at each other, dug their hands into a groove on the golden egg, and pried the egg open.

It was empty, with nothing inside - but the moment it was opened, an extremely terrifying, high-pitched scream filled the entire room.Hermione's face turned pale with shock at the shrill scream.

"Close it!" Fred shouted, covering his ears with his hands.

Harry slammed the golden egg shut.

"What is that?" Seamus Finnigan asked, staring at the golden egg. "It sounds like the cry of a female ghost...Hermione, Harry, are you going to pass by a female ghost next time!"

"It seems like someone is being tortured!" Neville said - he looked miserable and scattered the sausage meat on the floor, obviously thinking of something very unpleasant. "What you have to deal with is the Cruciatus Curse!"

"Don't be silly, Neville, that's illegal," George said. "They can't recite the Cruciatus Curse on a warrior. I do think it sounds a bit like Percy singing... Maybe you want to bathe him It’s time to attack him.”

"Would you like a piece of jam pie, Hermione?"

Hermione looked at the plate he handed over suspiciously, obviously not worried about what George said, but simply worried that it was a prank toy.Fred smiled broadly.

"Don't worry," he said, "we didn't do anything to them. It's the custard cookies you need to watch out for—"

Neville had just taken a bite of the custard biscuit, but when he heard this, he choked and spit out the biscuit.

Fred laughed.

"I was just kidding, Neville..."

Hermione picked up a piece of jam tart doubtfully and said, "You brought all this from the kitchen, Fred?"

"Yeah," Fred said, he suppressed a high-pitched voice and imitated the house elf: "We can prepare everything for you, you hum, anything! They are so enthusiastic... As soon as I say I'm a little hungry, they'll roast a cow for me. Of course, Hermione, you don't have to go to such trouble, we all heard that Professor Rumple has arranged a house elf for you."

"It's just to save time. I can't waste time on the road." Hermione said seriously.

Just then, Neville suddenly transformed into a big canary, temporarily distracting everyone.

"Oh - sorry, Neville!" Fred shouted as everyone laughed, "I forgot - this is our enchanted custard biscuit -"

Fortunately, in less than a minute, Neville took off his feathers. When the feathers fell off, he looked completely normal again, and he even laughed with others.

"Canary biscuits!" Fred shouted to the excited crowd. "Me and George invented it - seven silver coins a piece, so cheap!"

When Harry finally returned to the dormitory upstairs and all the celebrations were over, it was almost one o'clock in the morning. Hermione wanted to go back to the dormitory several times, but she could not stop everyone from celebrating. They had already It had been a long time coming, and Harry looked happy to have survived the competition by passing the first event.

Before closing the curtains of the four-poster bed, Hermione carefully placed her golden egg on the bedside table to avoid falling and screaming in the middle of the night, which would definitely wake up the entire dormitory.

December brought squalls and sleet to Hogwarts, and although the castle was always drafty in winter, every time the Hogwarts students walked past Durmstrang's large ship on the lake, They were all grateful for the hot fire and thick walls in the castle.The big ship was bumping and swaying in the strong wind, and its black sails were flying and dancing in the dark night sky.

Durmstrang's cabin must be quite cold, and perhaps Beauxbatons' carriage would be relatively better. After all, Hagrid often delivers firewood to them, so they must have a fire.

But Durmstrang does not have this privilege. After all, they do not have a principal as charming as Madame Maxime, only Principal Karkaroff who is despised by everyone.

After the first game, Durmstrang students no longer even wore their blood-red robes in the castle. They were always in a hurry and did not dare to meet the students of Hogwarts and Beauxbatons.

Karkaroff single-handedly succeeded in destroying Durmstrang's image in everyone's mind.

The Romanian Ministry of Magic as a whole entered a state of emergency, because the dragon training team that was ordered to lead the four fire dragons to Hogwarts completely lost contact. They seemed to have completely disappeared from the magical world, and no one knew their whereabouts. All of this It seems to be an ominous sign.

A certain group of dark wizards seems to be plotting something secretly, and the Romanian Ministry of Magic seems to have entered a state of war.