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"You said you've unlocked the clue to the golden egg!"

In the Charms class, everyone is practicing the expulsion spell while scrambling to avoid the cushions thrown at them by others due to mistakes (or intentionally), especially pay attention not to be caught by Professor Frivy flying in the air (Longbottom's practice) Result) hit.Suddenly I heard Hermione's angry voice in the midst of the noise.

"Keep your voice down, okay?" Harry said to her angrily, and beckoned to me. I ducked down and hid all kinds of cushions while approaching them, "Don't worry about the golden eggs, I have something for you Say—Alice, I found Barty Crouch in your dad's office yesterday."

"Barty Crouch?" Blake and I asked back in unison, and Blake waved his wand nonchalantly and directed a cushion that rushed towards his nose to jump into other people's boxes, frowning and saying, "My mother former boss, Barty Crouch?"

"Yes, the same Barty Crouch who fired his house-elf on the night of the Quidditch World Cup, Barty Crouch, Ron's brother Percy's current boss." Harry told us simply Retelling how he took the Golden Egg out for a walk last night and finally got a clue (Hermione rolled a giant eye roll), using the Marauder's Map and accidentally seeing Barty Crouch in my dad's office, Then I stepped into the tricky stairs ("You were inattentive!" said Hermione), and encountered my father and Professor Moody in a thrilling way. Professor Moody rescued him, but borrowed Take his Marauder's Map.

"What!" cried Ron. "It's hard to travel safely at night without the Marauder's Map!"

"That's not the point, okay?" Harry turned to me. "Can you think of anything in your dad's office that Mr. Crouch might be interested in?"

"I don't think that's the point," said Hermione, as she demonstrated the precise banishing spell, "when we met Bagman at the Three Broomsticks, he told us that Mr. Crouch was very ill— How does a very ill man get into Hogwarts without anyone noticing, and go to the office of the Head of Slytherin House?"

"I don't think he needs to be invisible." Blake seemed to think that putting his own cushions in other people's boxes was a kind of entertainment. He had already played with seven or eight cushions, but his own box was empty. "As one of the judges of the Triwizard Tournament, he can come to Hogwarts this school year."

"There's nothing in Dad's office." I'm telling the truth, and even my basement doesn't have anything Barty Crouch would be interested in hiding.Like Moody, she is obsessed with arresting dark wizards, but her mother is more polite to Mr. Crouch because of his position than respect from the bottom of his heart. She doesn't agree with Mr. Crouch's iron-blooded and ruthless style , and felt that he made no secret of his reputation.

"Even if there was him, he wouldn't let you know." Ron muttered. "Head of Slytherin..."

"Then you obviously know more about the cauldron than me, who's been playing with the cauldron in my dad's office since I was three years old." I shot back with a bit of sarcasm.

"I still think it's strange that Mr. Crouch came to Hogwarts." Hermione changed the subject, "He was even too sick to come to the Christmas ball, wasn't he? It took such an honorable opportunity to be in the middle of the night Sneaking in is very strange."

"You hate Crouch because you sympathize with that house-elf named Winky," said Ron, "but Tallus and I have explained to you that this is basically how normal wizards treat their own house-elf. Elf."

The conversation ended with Black and Ron Weasley planning to write to their mother and brother respectively to euphemistically inquire about Mr. Crouch's recent situation.Professor Frivy finally landed on the ground, and everyone's cushions were scattered in various unexpected places. Charms class also ushered in the end bell amidst laughter.

The period after that was very peaceful, except that Hermione and the others began to spend all their time in the library desperately looking for something, and she didn't even have time to talk to Krum.February 24th is gradually approaching everyone, everyone is guessing at the clues in the golden egg, and using the break time to discuss excitedly.

Draco wasn't too interested in that, whatever the competition was, he was viciously hoping that it would make Harry disappear from Hogwarts forever.Hagrid was back on the teaching staff, much to Draco's dismay, and seemed spurred on by everyone's affection for Professor Graplan, Hagrid made some tweaks to his syllabus (if he even had that thing at all) , he actually caught two unicorn cubs in the first class when he came back—even if the students tried their best to hide, they couldn't completely conceal their love for these two golden, fluffy, soft and pure little beasts, Draco lined up to touch them twice with a straight face, and couldn't help but touch them a third time.

I feel that Harry and the others are not progressing smoothly, because the time to see them in the Gryffindor lounge is getting less and less, and Hermione's temper is getting worse and worse. The last time she was so hysterical was last school year. When there are too many courses.They didn't ask me to help too - Draco took most of my spare time straight away, and he was so interested in Occlumency right now that he even suggested that I use Legilimency on him again to assess him practice results.

I just said goodbye to Draco that day, and I was about to go back to the lounge and think about how to change the thesis on Transfiguration to make Professor McGonagall more satisfied. Hermione hurried to me, and I looked at Black and Wee behind her suspiciously. The Sly twins, tomorrow is the second project, and she and Black are not with Harry at this time.

"Alice!" She grabbed my hand, "We're helpless, we thought we could look for it tonight, but Fred and George said that Professor McGonagall is looking for us—help Harry Help him, just tonight, he can't go to the bottom of the lake tomorrow unprepared..."

"What is the bottom of the lake? The second project is to go to the bottom of the lake?" I was confused, "The bottom of the lake at the school?"

"I'm running out of time, Professor McGonagall seems anxious to see us both." Hermione wrung her fingers anxiously and told me where Harry and Ron were in the library, "Please Alice. "

It must have been Hermione's improvisation to ask me to help, because when I found two boys they looked more confused than I did.It took me a while to understand what the second project was going to do - go to the bottom of the lake and spend an hour to find my beloved baby. To be honest, not to mention that the ice on the lake had just thawed for a few weeks. It's not a pleasant task in July or August.

"Do you have any plans now?" I sat down, frowning and looking at the various thick books piled up randomly on their desk, "No clue?"

"Isn't that the obvious thing?" Harry smiled wryly, his hair messier than usual (probably scratching himself out of irritability).

"If only you had already learned Animagus." Ron clattered through the book, and the dust between the pages made him teary. "You can just turn into a fish—"

"Then he went ashore and was taken away by the Ministry of Magic, charged with performing an illegal Animagus in front of the whole school, students and senior officials of the Ministry of Magic." Harry yawned and rubbed his eyes. "The next day in Azkaban, I will receive a yelling letter from my mother—I told you not to follow your father's old path..."

I burst out laughing, he is still in the mood to make fun of himself now.

"Underwater...Underwater..." I took a book that Hermione hadn't marked as read and flipped through it. I felt that there was actually a little impression in my mind, but now it disappeared because of desperate thinking. "I must have seen it somewhere, I have a little impression..."

I threw aside the "Compendium of Commonly Used Magic in Modern Times" in my hand, and what impressed me should be things related to potions, potions or potions' raw materials.

At 08:30, Mrs. Pince disregarded our pleas and ruthlessly drove us out of the library.The three of us staggered towards the Gryffindor lounge with a lot of books in our arms. Halfway through, Harry insisted on moving the book in my hand to his. After almost falling, we both Realized that he looked like a fool, obviously he could use the Levitation Charm.

"You should have asked me earlier." I gradually felt the anxiety caused by being clueless, "Otherwise I can ask my dad politely, he must know!"

"You're already busy," said Harry, looking at the book in his hand, "and he'd be furious if he knew you were helping me... wouldn't he?"

I looked up and looked at his calm face and for a moment didn't know what to say, didn't even know if he was referring to my dad or Draco.

Wearily, he threw the book he had flipped through to the carpet on the carpet, almost hitting Crookshanks who came to rub his leg: "Hermione has long wanted to ask you to help, but I told her no—although I admit What she said was right, and I followed the advice... well, I shouldn't have told you that."

"It seems that even if I can miraculously find a potion that allows me to move freely in the water, there is no time to brew it." After twelve o'clock, there are only three of us left in the Gryffindor lounge , Ron fell asleep in a daze, and Harry said they had stayed up for several nights.He stood up pretending to be relaxed, and said, "I'm going to get the invisibility cloak and then go to the library to look for it. I always have to think about it at the end-what if there is something that can be eaten directly and it will work?"

What if there is something that can be eaten directly?I raised my head suddenly, my mind was spinning rapidly, I must have seen such a thing, I have this impression, in a book that explains in detail the special raw materials for making potions and their growth environment...

"We're not going to the library." I was ready to go when Harry returned to the common room with his invisibility cloak, "Go to my dad's office, he must have that thing in his pantry— You will definitely find your baby back tomorrow, you have to trust me."

"I should have called you sooner," he muttered as I slipped into his invisibility cloak. "Hermione was right."

"She's always been right." Time was running out and we didn't have time to wake Ron up (I also think it's stupid for three people to break into Dad's office at night, if it weren't for my unfamiliarity with night roads, I actually think it's best to go alone), He hurried out of the Gryffindor common room.

We didn't meet Peeves, or Filch, or even Mrs. Norris.Stopping in front of Dad's office, I took a deep breath. I never thought that one day I would sneak into Dad's office with Harry Potter in the middle of the night. absurd.

"I think Holla's opening the door might not work," said Harry.

"Yes," I said tepidly, "if you're not the one you're invited to, opening the door or using a door-opening spell will leave you glued to the doorknob for Dad to deal with—but not if you're with me." Worry about that."

"Because you can go in wherever you want?" he asked me.

"Because I figured out how to fool the door," I said with a little smugness. "It's the same principle as the door in my basement."

"Gillwort, whose use was first discovered by Eladora Ketridge, is a gray mass of plant that grows in the Mediterranean. Eat it and you will grow gills and webs for a while, in Breathing underwater... I don't remember the exact time it worked, but it must have been an hour." I lit up the dark office with my wand, "I don't think Dad will put it on the shelf, maybe in storage In the closet—we'd better look for it separately, after all, it's only a few hours before dawn, and Dad gets up very early..."

"Why not just use the Summoning Charm?" Harry waved his wand, and I slapped his right hand holding the wand viciously, stopping his stupid and impulsive behavior with a nick of time.

"Never, never, ever, never use a Summoning Charm in a place full of glass bottles and potions that can't be mixed casually." I sounded like a dad throwing a tantrum in Potions class for a split second," You never know from which corner the thing you want to summon will rush towards you, how many bottles will be broken along the way, and how many medicinal materials will be polluted... Then even if you cry and admit your mistake, you have to reflect on the corner for the whole afternoon. Just get the most disgusting mushroom bisque as punishment for doing something wrong - don't laugh!"

"My mother's mushroom soup is delicious." Harry climbed up the ladder next to him while holding back a smile, and began to check the labels on the glass bottles one by one, "If you have the opportunity to visit my house, maybe you can change Your impression of it."

"I hate all mushrooms." I opened Dad's personal locker and was surprised to find that it seemed to be rummaged inside, with several bottles lying in the storage compartment, which is not Dad's style.But now I don't have time to think about it, so I rummaged through it.

"Okay, it looks like you won't be drowned tomorrow." I finally took out a bottle full of water from a small compartment, and inside it was a gray mass that looked like a twisted mouse tail. Waterweed, "Eat it before going into the water, but it looks terrible."

It wasn't until we slipped out of Dad's office in the cloak that we realized just how long we'd been there.A little light could be seen faintly outside the window. We stood there for a while and looked at the calm big lake in the twilight of dawn. It was hard to imagine that the warriors would dive into the bottom of the lake in a few hours.

"I'll send you back to the lounge first, and then go to the library—I won't be able to sleep anyway, why don't you check out any underwater spell casting techniques, I've always heard that there are giant squids in the lake." Solved the underwater He seemed a lot calmer about the top priority of breathing.

"It looks like tomorrow will be a fine weather." I looked at the night sky outside the window, there were few clouds to block the fading starlight, "Good luck."

It took us a while to wake up the Fat Lady, and she looked grumpy, bleary-eyed and cursing before opening the door for us.Ron was already awake when I crawled into the lounge, flipping through the pages of the books, and Crookshanks was sound asleep curled up in a heavy ball on his knees.

"Where did you go? I was going to look for you, but I didn't think it was a good idea to sneak out without a map or an invisibility cloak." He said, rubbing his eyes. "What the hell, first Hermione and Tallus, then It's you and Harry, can't you just tell me what you're doing before you go out—"

I briefly explained to him what we had just done and told him it was time to go to bed and rest.

"I'm not going to sleep." He looked like he was going to fall asleep at any moment, but he still shook his head and rejected my suggestion, "Since you said that some kind of grass can keep Harry from drowning... I just flipped to the quick let I can see the warm spell that people feel, and it must be enough to stay in the lake for an hour in this weather."

I stood there hesitating for a while, then sat down and started watching with him.Crookshanks was woken up by us. After sniffing around my feet for a long time to confirm that I am not its owner, it seemed very unhappy. After purring a series of cat language we could not understand, it began to squat in front of the fireplace to scratch. Splash of sparks.

"Has Hermione ever talked to you about Krum?" When I was drowsy (I'm really bad at staying up late), I heard Ron ask me in a weird tone, "Does she like Krum very much?" Rum?"

"Uh," I really wanted to answer him. Hermione's liking for Krum should be far less than his obsession with Krum before Christmas, but seeing that his face was not looking good, I vaguely answered the question, " Krum enjoyed spending time with her."

"Of course," his grunt was getting softer and more distant, "I bet Durmstrang doesn't have any pretty girls, look at the students they pick up . . . than the boys at Hogwarts Taller and stronger... what's the big deal about him... just riding a broom."

When I got to the competition field by the lake the next day, I was extremely sleepy. Ron and I waited for a while in the lounge, but Hermione and Talus still didn't show up.The warriors and the referees gathered on the other side of the lake. The stands where they watched the first event in November are now neatly arranged by the lake. Everyone seems to be more casual. They are no longer strictly seated according to the academy, but the enthusiasm for watching the game It is still very high, and I believe that the warriors on the other side of the lake can hear the sound of cheering from our side.

"Miss Snape, did you not sleep well last night?" After I yawned for the fifth time, Greenglass asked me concerned, "I brought some hot tea here, um, my magic is not done properly , it's a bit cold."

"It's okay." I wiped the tears from the corners of my eyes and noticed that she was wearing a beautiful blue flower-shaped barrette in her hair today, "I didn't read a book yesterday (I realized that Draco was listening to me). Watch it late."

The second event is much more boring than the first event. From the experience of watching the game, after all, in the first event, everyone can watch the warriors and fire dragons fight, while in the second event, everyone can only watch the reflection of the lake in a daze.The warriors have been in the water for more than ten minutes. I was relieved when I saw Harry successfully entered the water (although he was laughed at by the Slytherins when he was standing by the water and waiting for the gill grass to work), and everyone couldn’t see the water What happened next, Bagman's gags also seemed dry and lost their former fun.

"So we're just counting bubbles on the lake here?" Draco complained impatiently. "What idiot designed this thing?"

"Don't move." I muttered sleepily, already leaning on his shoulder, "I'm so sleepy, don't talk, don't move."

I thought that the cold wind blowing on the face in February would make people sober, but today's sunshine is too bright, just like the warm, oily golden sunshine in March when the spring flowers bloom, covering the entire Great Lakes. The shimmering light makes people basically ignore the coldness of the wind—but when people fall into the edge of dreams, the wind seems very annoying, it is like a pair of hands persistently pulling the drowsy me to the waking reality , but I am very sleepy, I really want to sleep for a while, the last time I stayed up all night like this is because I heard that my mother disappeared in Albania.

I dreamed about a long time ago, when I was a little girl running around with a little doll, no magic, my mother made it for me, and she said she had a cloth like this when she was a child Doll, accompany her and her sister when mom and dad go to work.At that time, she didn't know that she was a witch. She was at a loss when she saw the doll that suddenly flew up the tree, so she could only squat under the tall tree and cry.Then suddenly the doll fell and hit her on the head, and on a street corner she couldn't see, a little black-haired boy in a funny dress turned and ran away.

"Liz, don't fall asleep here." Mother's gentle voice came from a distance, "The wind is very strong, Liz will have a headache when she falls asleep, and you have to take medicine you don't like for headaches, and your ears keep popping." Liz hates cigarettes, doesn't she?"

"Then let the wind stop." I hugged the doll (it was not as soft as I remembered for some reason, but it was very warm) and said coquettishly, "I'm too sleepy, I'm going to sleep here."

The wind is really a lot weaker, and I seem to be wrapped up in something. This is not the faint floral fragrance I am familiar with from my mother, but I am not unfamiliar with this smell. It reminds me vaguely of The smell that is always lingering in a deep corridor in my memory is very clear at first glance, but I can't distinguish it when I smell it carefully. I don't know whether it comes from burning candles, heavy hand-woven tapestry or unknown flowers that have dried in glass containers.

"Don't make noise." I heard someone talking in the corridor, "Didn't you see that she fell asleep?"