Hogwarts: I am the White Lord

On the second day of Christmas, the Gryffindor common room was shrouded in a lazy atmosphere.

After a night of partying, everyone got up very late, as if everyone's energy had been used up yesterday.

Harry got up very early. It was not because he didn't want to stay in bed a little longer, but because he had to get up early.

Last night at the ball, he learned shocking news from Krum - Fleur of Beauxbatons had cracked the secret of the golden egg.

This news made him a little uneasy, because Beauxbatons knew the secret of the golden egg, which meant that Durmstrang, Ulgardo and Ilvermorny all knew the secret of the golden egg. After all, these schools have formed an alliance to share the information in the golden egg.

They have a total of four golden eggs in their hands, and it is very likely that they have now collected all the information and started preparing for the second project.

This means that among the five magic schools, only the warriors of Hogwarts are still stuck at the step of cracking the secret of the golden egg.

Harry admitted that he had been a little slack since the first game and had not been concentrating on cracking the golden egg.

In fact, it wasn't just him, Malfoy and Cedric were apparently the same.

The three of them had vowed to compete to see who could crack the secret of the golden egg first, but when they met last night, they found that no one had figured out the secret of the golden egg.

Harry looked at the golden egg on the table with a look of sorrow on his face.

Ron, who was standing next to him with his arms folded, tried to help but found that he had no idea where to start. He could only stare at Harry in amazement.

"Honestly, Harry, it's time for the three of you warriors to team up again. Why are you still searching for clues separately at this time?"

"We agreed last night that if we still have no idea after this holiday, we can work together to find a solution."

Just then, a burst of hurried footsteps came from the direction of the stairs, and Hermione walked over quickly with a stack of thick books.

"Good morning, Hermione, why don't you take care of your hair? It looked so beautiful yesterday..." Ron said with regret. He wanted to admire it for a few more days.

Hermione smiled softly, stacked the books on the table, and tucked her messy curls behind her ears.

"It's so troublesome to take care of my hair. It took me an hour to do it yesterday." She raised her eyebrows and looked at Ron. "I can't spend so much time every day. I'm more comfortable like this now."

She pulled out a chair and sat down next to Ron: "Let's help Harry find clues to the golden egg first."

After saying that, she pulled out a thick magic book from the pile of books and began to look for content related to sound.

Seeing this, Harry and Ron looked at each other, picked up a book each and began to read.

Time passed little by little, and the only sound in the lounge was the rustling of pages turning.

However, they still hadn't made any progress until after lunch.

"We are looking for a needle in a haystack. This won't work," Ron frowned. "Harry, why don't you ask Professor Swan for some tips? After all, he helped you with the first project."

"Professor Swan will help us with the first project, and that's because Malfoy got the news about the dragon in advance."

Harry sighed softly: "Even if I take a step back, it's not convenient for me to disturb him now. He and Aunt Mia are sunbathing on the beach in Australia."

Hermione glanced up at him, then lowered her head to continue flipping through the book.

To be honest, she had no intention of intervening in the matter at first, because according to the rules of the competition, it was the warriors' responsibility to crack the secret of the golden egg.

However, the first event was the dragon, and she was a little worried that the second event would be as dangerous as the dragon.

So, she couldn't just stand by and watch. She wanted to help Harry find out the secret as soon as possible so that they would have more time to prepare for the second project.

"It's indeed a bit inefficient for us to flip through the books aimlessly like this," Hermione frowned, tapping the pages lightly with her fingertips. "This could be some kind of code, or it could be the effect of some kind of magic."

"Harry, why don't you go ask Sirius what he thinks of the golden eggs?"

This is a good method. Sirius also likes to tinker with some alchemical gadgets. Maybe he can figure out the secret of the golden egg.

The three of them set off immediately and came to the new town of Hogsmeade, where they found Sirius resting in a rented house.

Sirius was very happy at Harry's request. He did not refuse at all and took the golden egg immediately.

"Sirius, this golden egg can be opened. The clue is inside, but..."

Before he finished speaking, Harry saw Sirius put his fingernails into the grooves on the golden egg and easily opened it.

Harry had not expected Sirius to be so direct, and he didn't even have time to stop himself.

The next second, an extremely shrill and creepy scream suddenly rang out in the small rental house. The sound was so sharp that the air seemed to tremble.

Harry, Ron and Hermione covered their ears reflexively, with pained expressions on their faces.

"Silently!" Sirius reacted extremely quickly. With a wave of his wand, the magic barrier quickly covered the golden egg, instantly isolating the horrific screams.

"Merlin!" He closed the golden egg again. "Is this the cry of a banshee? Could it be that your next level is related to the banshee?"

He felt that this guess was very likely. After all, Harry had already dealt with a fire dragon, so it was not surprising that he could deal with a banshee.

"No," Hermione objected, "The voice of a banshee is not like that. Professor Lockhart has a book called "Breaking Up with Female Ghosts", which says that although the voice of a banshee is shrill, it will make the listener feel sad."

Sirius nodded.

That makes sense. The voice just now did not sound sad at all. On the contrary, it sounded a bit cheerful and a bit like singing...

As soon as this thought came to mind, Sirius automatically threw it aside.

After all, he really couldn't think of any creature whose singing would be so unpleasant.

After studying it for an entire afternoon, he still couldn't figure out anything about the golden egg.

"I hate to admit it," Sirius smacked his lips, "but I really can't give you any answers. Anyway, didn't you ask Swann, Harry?"

Harry shrugged and explained Sebastian's situation to Sirius.

"Magic contract?" Sirius disagreed, "That guy is very cunning. Ordinary magic contracts can't stump him at all."

"Think about it again. Maybe he has already given you a hint."

hint?

No......

Harry scratched his hair and carefully recalled his recent interactions with Sebastian. However, after thinking for a long time, he could not think of any clues.

"Don't think about it if you can't think of it," Sirius waved his hand, "I feel like this might be the sound of a magical animal. Why don't you go back and ask Hagrid?"

Fantastic Beast Sounds?!

"I seem to...know about the help Professor Swan gave me," Harry stammered, "The Christmas gift he gave me was a magical animal language translator."

Harry was speechless. His mind was on the ball yesterday, so after opening the Christmas presents, he put them away and didn't associate the presents with the golden eggs at all.

If Professor Swann had not been mentioned now, he would not have thought of this even in a few days.

After saying goodbye to Sirius, Harry hurried back to the dormitory and took out the translation machine.

He found an empty classroom, opened the golden egg, put on translation headphones, and tried the languages ​​of the magical animals one by one, enduring the harsh sound.

However, this translator included nearly a hundred kinds of magical animal sounds, and Harry couldn't find the correct answer for a moment.

Just when he was tormented by the screams until his head was dizzy and he wanted to continue tomorrow, the ringtone of the magic phone completely saved him.

"Hey, Harry, Cedric's figured it out."