Chapter 583 (1/2)

Sure enough, when they entered greenfenton's public lounge, there was another surge of cheers and shouts.

There were mountain high cakes, bottles of pumpkin sauce and Butterbeer.

Lee Jordan has lit Dr. phillipster's hot fireworks, so the dense spark of stars in the air competes. Thomas was good at drawing, when he had raised a new banner that was striking, with Harry, most of the painting, hovering up on the tail tap with his rocket, and on the other hand, Cedric's head on fire.

Harry was eating as much as he could, and he almost forgot what hunger was.

Then sat with Ron, van Lin, Hermione.

He simply doesn't believe he's happy: Ron is around him, he has completed his first mission, and he won't have a second mission in three months.

”Merlin's beard, this one is very heavy.” Li. Jordan said. He held a golden egg and weighed it in his hand, which Harry left on the table.

”Open it, Harry, open it! Let's see what's inside! ”

”He should find the clues himself,” Hermione replied quickly. ”That's the rules of the game...”

”I should think of myself how to beat that dragon alone.” Harry muttered, only Hermione heard it, so she smiled guilty.

”Yes, go, Harry, go!” There are several people who are attached.

”Hermione, do you believe me?” Van Lin said secretly.

”Why do you ask that?” Hermione looked at Van Lin strangely.

”I found something interesting about that egg.” Van Lin said secretly, he must make sure no one hears.

”So, you cover your ears, believe me, and you'd better seal them with magic.”

Hermione nodded and a smile was on the girl's face

Fanlin always felt that he opened a new world door for Hermione, and then

And then Lee handed Harry the egg, and Harry put his fingernails in the slot, then made a circle along the slot, and then he picked it off.

There was nothing in the egg, empty, totally empty - but at the moment Harry opened it, there was one of the most terrible voices, a loud and sharp cry that filled the room. It reminds Harry of the ghost symphony orchestra that he once heard of at the birthday party by the unconscious Nick, who often plays some musical pieces.

”Close it!” Fred roared, his hands covered his ears.

”What is that?” ”Said feinigan. He stared at the egg, and Harry slammed it in again.

”It sounds like a ghost That could be your next goal to conquer, Harry! ”

”It seems that someone is suffering!” Neville said. His face was pale, and the stripped sausage rolled to the ground. ”You'll have to fight the cruhilts curse!”

”Don't be silly. It's illegal.” George said. ”They won't curse with krubletes. I think it sounds like Percy singing Maybe you can sneak him in the shower, Harry. ”

This is probably Percy's most real portrait. In fact, the whole Weasley family, only Ron can sing, and the rest

Percy sings like a duck barking, Fred has been shouting many times to let Percy move to live with the ghoul on the top of the building.

”Would you like a jam pie, Hermione?” Said Fred.