I'm the King of Curry at Hogwarts

Chapter 285 Clues to the Golden Egg

In the office, a huge red banner was hung up, which read "Hager's Emotional Seminar and How to Get Along with Women Seminar", which was very formal.

Hagrid, like a wronged 300-pound child, would occasionally glance at the people who were about to criticize him, but dared not speak at all.

Sitting down there wasn't just Hagrid, but also poor Ron.

The emphasis is on torture.

Halfway through the torture, they almost made Louis sit down too, but Louis was clearly not that kind of coward. Under Catherine's protection, he was spared the misfortune of being tortured.

"If anyone's going to torture him, it'll be me alone. It's not your place, not even Aunt Emma's!" Catherine's attitude was unwavering, asserting her ownership of the fawn.

Because Catherine was so protective of Louis, Emma couldn't say anything more. Her anger was understandable, after all, both of her sisters had been bullied by this little rascal…

Ye Ziyan also looked distressed, but unfortunately she couldn't persuade Emma otherwise.

Halfway through the criticism session, there was a knock on the door. It was Cedric, who peeked in and looked around at how many people were in the room, and suddenly seemed a little reserved.

"Cedric!" Ron called out with tears in his eyes, as if he had seen a family member.

Cedric is a bit confused. What's our relationship? Last time you called me a pretty boy, how come you're being so affectionate today?

He looked up and saw the banner hanging above, and suddenly realized what was going on.

So this is some kind of criticism meeting...

"What's wrong, Cedric?" Louis asked, looking up. Cedric's arrival surprised him a bit—why wasn't this kid with Zhang Qiu, but instead here?

"I'll... uh, um..." Cedric stammered. "You told me about the dragons, and I owe you a favor. Listen, you know that golden egg, right? When you open your golden egg, does it make that piercing scream?"

"Of course," Harry replied.

"Alright, I suggest you take a bath, and then—well, with the golden egg in your hands, in the hot water… um, think about it carefully, it will help you think, um, trust me."

Harry looked at him, puzzled.

"Listen to me," Cedric said urgently to Harry, "I don't need to worry about Catherine, but you... use the prefect's bathroom, it's on the sixth floor, the fourth door to the left of the Boris the Foolish statue, the password is Fresh Pineapple... Well, that's all I can say, Cho is waiting for me outside... Would you like to say goodnight to me?"

It has to be said that the atmosphere in this office gradually became scorching.

After Harry said goodnight, Cedric grinned at Harry and hurried downstairs to find Cho Chang.

"Oh Harry, would you like to say goodnight to me?" Ron said to Harry sarcastically after Cedric left, which made the latter chuckle.

"My God, this atmosphere is so weird. I think you should be careful of that pretty boy Diggory," Ron said seriously. "I'm seriously suspecting he'll lead you astray... It's hilarious..."

Hermione, instead of stopping Ron's joke, pondered seriously: "What does he mean? Why did he emphasize opening the golden egg in the bathroom and tell us to be careful of the hot water... Could it be... that the golden egg is to be opened underwater?"

Hermione, with her high intelligence, immediately guessed the blind spot.

"I think we should give it a try anyway," Harry suggested. "We can try several methods and brainstorm together..."

"I suggest we try separately. I can help Catherine with this," Louis said with a smile.

"Uh... okay." Harry nodded, glanced at Ron, and said, "How about we go back to the bathroom now to get the golden egg, and then go up to the sixth floor to see what's going on?"

"Great idea!" Ron didn't want to stay in this place for a second longer, and as Ron's good brother, Harry naturally saw this as well, otherwise he wouldn't have called Ron along when he slipped away.

He really made me cry my eyes out.

As soon as the two left, Hagrid couldn't sit still any longer and quickly slipped away as well, leaving only Louis's family sitting on the sofa, all looking at Louis in unison.

"Why are you all staring at me?" Louis felt a little flustered by their gazes and quickly turned to call Sakuya, "Sakuya, go run the bathwater..."

Half an hour later, the two sat in the bathtub, staring blankly at each other, holding the golden egg.

"What exactly do we do?" Catherine asked hesitantly. "Are we really going to listen to Miss Beaver and put this golden egg in the water to open it?"

Louis shifted into a more comfortable position, resting his arm on the edge of the bathtub, and said with a smile, "You can try it first. If it doesn't work, we'll think of something else."

"Hmm." Catherine glanced at Louis, placed the golden egg between the two of them, and forcefully opened it from the middle.

This time, instead of screaming like in the Slytherin common room, there was a gurgling song coming from underwater, the words of which were indistinct.

"It works!" Catherine said happily. "It seems Miss Beaver is quite clever; this method is pretty good."

"I think you need to put your head underwater, Little Moon," Louis said, then added, "Of course, I still suggest you put on a waterproof head-soaking spell first, otherwise your hair will get wet."

Catherine did as she was told, put her hair up, snapped her fingers, and an air bubble appeared above her head. She glanced at Louis, then lowered her head and sank into the water.

After a while, she looked up and surfaced, her face flushed with embarrassment and anger as she stared at Louis.

"What's wrong?" Louis asked, puzzled. He hadn't done anything to offend him... Why was he looking at him like that? He raised his arm to look at himself, feeling a little unsure, but couldn't find anything amiss.

"Get out of here!" Catherine said angrily. "I don't care what it's singing at all!"

Louis let out a sound of surprise, awkwardly stood up, got out of the bathtub, and sat down to the side.

Catherine glared at him before lowering her head and entering the water again.

This time, without any interference, she could finally listen carefully to what the golden egg was singing.

The sound was like a chorus, seemingly coming from a very far place, ethereal and unreal. Catherine had to strain to hear it clearly.

"Find us, where our voices echo."

We cannot sing on the ground.

When you search, please think carefully:

We stole your most beloved treasure.

You only have one hour.

To find and reclaim the items we took,

After an hour, all hope was lost.

It has vanished completely, never to reappear...

After finishing her song, Catherine raised her head from the water, closed the golden egg, and pulled it out of the water. She took a deep breath and looked ahead thoughtfully.

"Did you hear that?" Louis leaned closer with concern, only to be slapped on the stomach by Catherine.

"I heard that...it sounds like they're threatening to take away my most beloved treasure." Catherine glanced thoughtfully at Louis. "Could it be that they're going to steal you away? That makes sense..."

"Hey, hey, hey, can you please care about me? I'm about to be taken away..." Louis put on a pitiful look.

"Why should I care about you?" Catherine snorted haughtily. "I don't believe anyone in this magical world can take you away against your will..."

"Don't speak too confidently, Little Moon." Louis sighed. "Heaven, Hell, Purgatory, none of them are within our capabilities, just like that fallen angel who was chasing Mother... If it weren't for Remonia, we would all be finished."

"Isn't that a solution?" Catherine asked, puzzled. She didn't understand why Louis was still so unhappy.

"In the end, we are relying on the strength of others. No matter how strong Chromie and the others are, that is their strength, not ours. If one day we encounter a powerful enemy and they are not by our side, what should we do then..." Louis sighed softly. "That is why I always feel so urgent. This world is full of dangers."

"You're right," Catherine nodded seriously.

"So don't be careless. But this event shouldn't go wrong. It's not like they'll do anything to me... Think about it, besides me, what other treasures do you have?"

To avoid worrying Catherine, Louis deliberately changed the subject.

But Catherine shook her head, indicating that she didn't have any other treasures besides Louis.

"Alright, let's not dwell on this anymore. Everything will be clear in time. You don't trust me, but don't you trust Headmaster Dumbledore?" Louis said with a smile. "Even if I'm captured, Headmaster Dumbledore will do his best to ensure our safety, not just abandon us—don't worry, if he really did abandon us, the headlines the next day would be full of criticism against him..."

"I hope so..." Catherine sighed softly, but her worried eyes betrayed her true feelings.

On the second day of Christmas, everyone got up late. The Great Hall of Hogwarts was also much quieter than in the days before. People chatted casually, sometimes getting into a pleasant conversation, only to be interrupted by yawns from time to time.

Speaking of which, Hermione's hair has become messy again, no longer as smooth as it was at the ball.

She confessed to everyone that she had sprayed a lot of quick-smoothing hairspray on her hair in order to attend the ball.

"But doing this every day would be too much trouble," she said practically, scratching Crookshank's ear as the cat purred contentedly.

Harry had also found a clue. He was discussing something in hushed tones with Ron when he saw Louis approaching. He went up to Louis and asked if he had found anything. Louis smiled and nodded, indicating that he had, of course, found something.

"Take away what we love most?" Harry murmured, glancing up at Louise. "Are they going to take away my Hedwig, or my beloved Firebolt? Good heavens..."

He deliberately used an exaggerated Italian phrase to express his surprise.

Louis didn't expose her, but instead smiled and said, "I think it's most likely that she wants you to go find your fire crossbow, just like Catherine went to find her bows—good heavens, I really don't know how obsessed this woman is with bows. Bows are the most numerous ornaments she has. I counted them this morning and found a total of twenty-six bows on her..."

"That's terrifying enough." Louis shuddered.

As a result, he forgot about the second project. Louis clearly didn't want Harry to have too much fun, so he quickly asked, "How's your holiday homework going? Especially the paper Professor Snape assigned; he might be a little unhappy if you haven't done it."

Harry's face immediately fell.

"No, stop talking, Louis." Harry looked a little conflicted. "Don't remind me of homework. Now that you mention it, I suddenly remembered I still have two Transfiguration papers to write... Good heavens, I really think I need to keep Professor McGonagall away from Snape. Getting close to him is never a good thing. See, of all things to learn, she has to learn to assign homework..."

"You're making judgments without understanding Professor McGonagall!" Hermione hissed, pointing a finger. "Harry! Professor McGonagall is only trying to help you. Look at the state you've been in during the holidays! You've spent all your time playing wizarding cards with Ron or having pillow fights with your roommates. Good heavens... I just don't understand, what's so great about playing? Isn't studying more fun?"

"No way I love studying!" Harry rolled his eyes, indicating that he was by no means a studious child. "Study? Humph, study what..."

"Learn my ass," Ron retorted quickly. "Alright, Hermione, it's only the second day of the Christmas holidays. Why are you doing this? Can't we just enjoy the holiday in peace? You always have to spoil the mood like this..."

Hermione took a deep breath, and instead of getting angry as expected, she nodded understandingly: "We really shouldn't be so tense. Let's have some fun when it's time to play..."

"Why are you being so understanding?" Louis asked curiously. This wasn't Hermione's usual personality. Given her temper, she would have unleashed a furious roar at the two of them first.

"I actually took a lot of the criticism I received about Hagrid and Ron yesterday to heart," Hermione said sincerely. "Sometimes I can be quite excessive. Relationships between two people, and between friends, should have a balance, instead of constantly keeping things on edge. Otherwise, they'll break down eventually."

"Um..." Ron coughed, tilting his head back, and said somewhat awkwardly, "I'm glad you understand, Hermione."

"But I still have to say it, Ron!" Hermione changed the subject: "Even if you don't write the other papers, you absolutely must finish Professor Snape's Potions paper and Professor McGonagall's Transfiguration paper... I don't want you being kept in one of their offices..."

Ron shuddered involuntarily as he recalled his pleasant experience in Snape's office.

(End of this chapter)