bioinnovel Chapter 318 Golden Eggs and Beetles
Chapter 318 Golden Eggs and Beetles
Chapter 318 Golden Eggs and Beetles
With this, the first event of the Triwizard Tournament has concluded successfully. Cedric Diggory currently leads with 41 points.
Fleur Delacour and Harry Potter are tied for second place with 40 points each.
Despite being highly anticipated, Viktor Krumm only scored 37 points due to various factors, temporarily placing him last in the standings.
Immediately after the match ended, Igor Karkarov slunk away without even waiting for his protégé, Krum.
It is clear that Professor Karkaroff did not want to spend a moment longer with Barty Crouch, fearing that the latter's murderous intent might translate into actual action.
The other three referees went with Belvina to the Warriors' temporary rest tent.
The tension and anxiety had subsided in the tents where the warriors rested. Although all the warriors were injured, the atmosphere was relaxed. Except for Viktor Krum.
At this moment, Cedric had a thick layer of orange burn ointment on his face, Harry had a bandage wrapped around his shoulder, and his body still smelled of the unpleasant medicine.
"Well done, Harry!" Cedric slapped Harry on the shoulder. "Great flight!"
"You too, Cedric." Harry grinned, "Your Transfiguration is amazing, Ron told me all about it."
Fleur, who had only suffered minor injuries, did not interrupt, but she was positioned very close to the two Hogwarts champions, and her gaze toward Harry no longer held the previous contempt.
"You should have been number one, what a pity," Cedric said, glancing at Krum in the corner.
"It's okay, I'm used to it," Harry said, looking out of the tent instead of at Krum.
Then, Harry and Cedric burst into laughter in perfect unison, while Fleur looked at them with bewilderment, completely unaware of what they were laughing about.
The stunningly beautiful Miss Delacour was not a student of Hogwarts, so naturally she didn't know the great name of Severus Snape, nor did she know that Professor Snape's heart was located in his armpit.
The Hogwarts teachers and students were already used to Snape's favoritism, and Karkaroff's actions today were nothing more than an enhanced version of the Potions Professor's.
"What are you laughing at?" Furong asked, unable to contain her curiosity.
"Hmm, how should I explain this to you?" Cedric hesitated. "Let me put it this way, Hogwarts has a very biased professor."
As he spoke, Cedric pointed at Harry and continued, "And Harry, he's that professor's primary target. Since Harry enrolled, the pressure on the rest of us has eased."
Fleur tilted her head, her long, smooth silver hair falling naturally. She suddenly felt a bit of admiration for Harry.
If Fleur were Harry, she wouldn't be laughing at all, and she certainly wouldn't forgive the unfair Karkaroff.
Just as the three warriors were chatting and laughing, and one warrior was sitting in a corner staring blankly at the ground, Belvina and the others entered the tent.
"You all did a great job." Belvina clapped her hands, gesturing for the Warriors to look at her. "I have a few words to say about the second project."
Upon hearing this, the four warriors all gathered around Belvina, waiting for her to announce news about the second project.
"The second project will begin at 9:30 a.m. on February 24th next year," Belvina said, getting straight to the point. "Before that,
You have ample time to rest and look for clues about the second project.
Belvina pointed to the golden egg in the tent and continued, "The reason I had you brave the dangerous fire dragon to retrieve the golden egg is because the clue to the second task is hidden inside. Only by unlocking the clue hidden inside the golden egg will you know what the second task is..."
Before Belvina could finish speaking, Harry, quick as a flash, had already opened the golden egg.
Ha used his fingernails to pry open the golden egg by digging into the grooves around it. It was empty inside.
But the moment the golden egg was opened, an extremely terrifying, piercing scream immediately filled the entire tent, assaulting everyone's ears.
Everyone in the tent covered their ears, including Dumbledore. The screams from the golden egg were too piercing and could easily cause physical discomfort to humans.
Fortunately, Harry quickly picked up the golden egg that had fallen to the ground and closed it back up along the groove, finally ending the torment of the ear-piercing noise.
After the sharp, piercing screams disappeared, the four warriors simultaneously showed puzzled expressions. Could screams really be considered clues?
"Thanks, Mr. Potter, for your daring touch." Belvina glared at Harry. "That's right, although the sound of the golden egg was jarring, it was a clue, a clue pointing to the second project."
The four warriors frowned in unison. Could those meaningless screams really be considered clues?
"Alright, that's all I wanted to tell you." Belvina clapped her hands again. "Anyone else have questions?"
The four warriors had many questions in their minds, especially about the second project and the golden egg, but they knew these were questions they could not ask.
"Very well, that's settled then, you can go now," Belvina continued, stepping aside to allow the four warriors to exit the tent.
Before long, the four warriors left with their respective golden eggs.
Mrs. Maxim then followed him out of the tent, and Barty Crouch took his leave at the opportune moment.
The last person to leave the tent was the hardworking Mrs. Pomfrey, who glared fiercely at Belvina and Dumbledore before stepping out.
"The first project is a dragon, what's the second?" Madam Pomfrey asked, displeased. "A water monster? Or some other extremely dangerous magical creature?"
"No, absolutely no horse-shaped water monster!" Belvina quickly waved her hand. "The second project is still very safe, at least much safer than the fire dragon."
Faced with the challenges from the Hogwarts medical staff, Belvina became very agreeable and even put on a smiling face.
And Dumbledore, oh!
It was one thing for Dumbledore not to explain, but what was most infuriating was that he pretended not to hear and acted as if he was very interested in the tent, touching it here and looking at it there.
"That would be best," said Mrs. Pomfrey with displeasure, as she lifted the curtain and stepped out of the tent.
In the blink of an eye, only Belvina and Dumbledore remained in the tent.
"Professor, stop pretending," Belvina said helplessly. "Madame Pomfrey has already left."
"Ah, Poppy's already gone? Well, I should go too," Dumbledore said as he walked toward the tent entrance.
The moment Madam Pomfrey left, the tent lost all appeal to Dumbledore.
"professor!"
Dumbledore turned a deaf ear.
"Dumbledore!"
Dumbledore began to experience intermittent hearing loss.
The headmaster of Hogwarts didn't give his staff a chance to speak. He quickly walked out of the tent and disappeared in an instant.
Belvina stood at the tent entrance, hands on her hips, glaring angrily at the spot where Dumbledore had disappeared.
If the wizarding community had labor arbitration, she would definitely apply for it!
After a while, Bassheda walked over with light steps. She looked very happy and cheerful.
"What's wrong, Your Excellency the great commentator?" Bassheda skipped lightly to Belvina's side. "Where did all the passion you had when you were commentating on the match go?"
"I just wanted to have a private chat with Professor Dumbledore, and he just ran off!" Belvina said, disgruntled. "I'm worried about the second project; it's too easy for them to take advantage of us."
Bassheda's eyes lit up, and she said, "Maybe he's allergic to the word 'great' now and doesn't want to hear it?"
Belvina rolled her eyes.
"Okay, look at this." Bassheda pulled a small, sealed glass jar from her pocket. "Look what this is?"
As she spoke, she shook the small, sealed glass jar in her hand, as if presenting a treasure.
Inside the sealed glass jar were a few twigs and leaves, and a chubby beetle.
This large beetle is exactly the same as the one I saw at the Three Brooms that day; it is Rita Skeeter's Animagus form.
"You guessed right," Bassheda continued. "Rita Skeeter really is an unregistered Animagus, how interesting!"
Belvina immediately became interested, reached out and took the sealed glass jar, and carefully examined the plump beetle inside.