Chapter 186 Hermione, you know (resigning to become leader of CK, 845)

Rita's expression suddenly changed.

This is extremely terrible news.

It was scarier than any news I had heard before.

She turned into a ladybug and flew away in fear, not daring to stay in this terrible place any longer. The Gryffindor lounge was much scarier than Azkaban!

"She left so fast." Ron sighed, with some regret, and carefully placed the sleeping Crookshanks on the stool, "I also want to tell her a more surprising news."

"Skeeter is already at his limit." Hermione shook her head, grabbed Crookshanks by the back of the neck, and roughly picked it up, "If you tell her that thing again, you might have to plunge your head into it.

In the fireplace.”

"Her endurance is really bad." Ron curled his lips, "I was not so panicked at the time."

"She is not the third person in Hogwarts." Harry patted him on the shoulder.

Ron was a little surprised: "Harry, are you complimenting me?"

Harry and Hermione were silent.

This creature is almost beyond the scope of their cognition.

The little wizards were shocked and looked at the golden eggs in fear.

Ron muttered: "Maybe the clue is made of gold?"

It seems that staying up late will lower people's IQ, so we need to pay more attention to it in the future.

George frowned: "Percy can, but he has graduated. Do you want me to write a letter for help?"

Ron shook his head: "I have seen them too. It was during Sirius' Christmas party. We went to the bottom of the Black Lake and dealt with mermaids. They can talk."

"No!" Neville's face turned pale, "Those are the screams of torture. Harry, you may have to be tortured."

"It seems like this thing can be opened?" When Fred got it in his hands, he noticed the gap on the golden egg and hesitated.

"How can a boy not talk sweetly?"

The little lions laughed happily.

George and Fred got another batch of wine, saying it was to make up for Tuesday night, because they had classes the next day, and they didn't celebrate very happily.

Before he could go to Dumbledore, Professor McGonagall announced a big news in her class.

"Of course, I don't really want to see a first-year wizard appear."

Hermione blushed, understanding the meaning of McGonagall's gaze just now.

Hermione frowned and denied this statement: "That is not the scream of a female ghost. The female ghost is longer, darker, and more miserable."

Obviously, there will be big problems in robbing the warriors of their treasures.

"Not even the entire Auror office." Seamus raised his head with pride on his face.

A little wizard immediately covered his ears.

"That's underwater." Harry explained more clearly. "When they are on the water, they can't speak and they can only make this high-pitched cry."

On the calendar in his dormitory, Harry marked the day Thursday before Christmas with a red circle.

Hermione's eyes became dangerous.

He waved his wand and an empty wine bottle twisted into a glass basin.

"It's not that outrageous. Torture will cause harm to the little wizard." George immediately shook his head, held his shoulders, and said softly, "Think about it, the female ghost might be right, that thing is not easy to deal with."

Just as Hermione was about to speak, Harry answered: "It's not a female ghost, it's the cry of a mermaid."

"No." The little wizard shook his head, "But didn't Mr. Bagman say that warriors cannot accept help from outside."

The Ministry of Magic didn't know about the motorcycle.

Seamus' eyes widened: "That sounds like a scream from a female ghost. Harry, in the next round of the competition, you will definitely pass by the female ghosts and snatch some treasure from under their guard!"

It looks so luxurious on the outside, but there is such a weird and terrifying sound inside.

"You know how?" Hermione was a little surprised. Apart from their fourth grade, there were actually students in Gryffindor who loved learning so much?

Ron has not gone over. He is now more interested in food than listening to love stories, and he is very melancholy: "I am a little worried that the second round of the competition will not be held."

"But Harry knows the Patronus Charm." Fred shook his head, "That creature is not as strong as a gryphon."

"The mermaids are very courageous." Ron sighed with emotion, "They dare to steal your things."

Knowing that the second round of the game was about to begin, Gryffindor was not worried about Harry. They were expecting the Ministry of Magic to suffer another loss under Harry, so it was best to fight vigorously.

Hermione's expression didn't change, it was just a hat.

In so many years, he and Fred had never seen a mermaid bubbling out of the water. They had only seen a mermaid emerge from the lake a few times when they drank alcohol, but the memory of that time had long since faded.

Not clear.

Mermaid?

Although everyone knows that there is a group of mermaids living under the Black Lake,

"Well, I dealt with them a lot last year." Harry nodded.

But this time there were no screams, only faint singing.

But there will always be special situations that happen. When he is practicing magic, there will always be some mermaids who are not very lucky.

It's not really clear outside the water.

"You are almost fifteen. If you don't master this skill, how will you deceive girls in the future? Godric suffered this loss."

As she said that, she paused and looked at Hermione meaningfully: "And, Mr. Potter, the following words are spoken to you alone, as a warrior of Hogwarts and a warrior of Gryffindor.

, you need a partner."

With a flick of the wand, the basin and water disappeared.

The expressions of the little wizards became the same as Ron's.

"Christmas is coming, but this year's Christmas is different from previous years. Because of the Triwizard Tournament, we will hold a dance on Christmas Day - this is also a tradition of the Triwizard Tournament and our three schools.

A good opportunity for networking.”

Until Friday night.

An extremely ear-piercing, extremely sharp scream surged out along with this breath, filling the entire rest room, dozens of times more pitiful than the scream of the demon spirit.

"What is that?" A first-year wizard was a little frightened, dumbfounded, and muttered to himself.

She had a straight face, but she still couldn't hide her smile.

The sorting hat flicked its tip: "At this time, you should say some nice words to appease this old hat of mine."

But what they expected never happened.

"We have never learned mermaid language." Hermione became embarrassed and looked at the other young wizards, "Do any of you know mermaid language?"

Hermione shook her head: "It's probably not the mermaid, but the Ministry of Magic."

Harry shook his head: "It doesn't have to be so troublesome, it's very simple."

The letter from the unknown old lover of Dumbledore's prophet has always been in his heart.

Li Qiaodan also walked over and grabbed his little face: "It seems that we have to teach you how to be an excellent Gryffindor."

Fred immediately ignored George's expectant look and handed it back: "Harry, open it quickly and let us see what's inside!"

Harry was silent and didn't speak.

The water is as clear as a spring.

They each went back to their dormitories to sleep.

"It's a reminder for the second level." Hermione said expressionlessly, breaking through the fantasies of Ron and many other young wizards who were looking forward to gold, "You heard what Harry said the other day."

What a surprise.

The mermaid's singing was not pleasant, and the accent was very weird, barely better than the ghost band. Fortunately, the song was not long, and it was finished in one cycle very quickly. When the second song started, Harry immediately closed the golden egg and took out the water.

pot.

Time is fast approaching December, entering the depths of winter, and Hogwarts has only snowed twice a month, one from the beginning to the middle of the month, and one from the middle to the end of the month.

He did the math in his mind.

The most precious things to me are the two swords, the magic potion, those magical materials, and the motorcycle that was modified at the last moment, just short of transplanting the Sorting Hat's thoughts into it.

Fred rubbed the little wizard's face. The twelve-year-old's cheeks were so soft that he couldn't put it down: "Even if the Aurors come, they can't take away Harry's things."

Under normal circumstances, the mermaid will certainly not surface.

The Ministry of Magic took no action against Harry, and even Ludo was rarely seen in Hogwarts.

A second-year wizard raised his hand tremblingly.

Harry said expressionlessly: "Professor, I'm only fourteen, and I'll be fifteen in half a month. I'm far from the age to get married."
To be continued...