Felix looked around, but didn't see Moody.

Indeed, it was not suitable for him to appear in this environment. Maybe he would turn all the little wizards in his sight into animals of the corresponding colleges because a firecracker exploded next to him.

Hmm... He imagined this scene, little lions, little snakes, little badgers, and little eagles fluttering around in the hall, and the house elves who came over carried baskets and collected them one by one...

"Ha, interesting!"

"Are you talking about that dog? It's really interesting..."

Snape's eyes flashed with malicious light. Felix followed his gaze and saw a big black dog sneaking in at some point, taking a piece of steak from the dining table, lying in the corner, staring at Harry.

When he noticed their gaze, the big black dog waved his paw in a very humane way, with gravy flowing from the corners of his mouth.

"He is really good at being a dog. I didn't know Azkaban had this training..." Snape said slowly.

...

The celebration lasted until the evening, and even dinner was skipped. People walked around the hall, tiring the kitchen elves.

At the entrance of the Gryffindor common room.

Harry yawned and came back. Violet, the friend of the Fat Lady in the portrait, asked with interest: "I heard that you got the dragon's egg?"

As she spoke, she stared at Harry without blinking, and he held a shining golden egg under his arm.

"Yeah... nonsense." Harry said the password.

"No!" Violet said angrily.

"He said the password... The password is nonsense." The Fat Lady said, she pushed her friend out of the frame and turned forward to reveal the entrance to the common room.

There were not many people inside. Harry walked around the dormitory, but it was empty. He put the golden egg on the bed and lay on the pillow in a daze. What happened in the afternoon seemed to be still in front of him. He was still very worried during the day, but he didn't let himself show it. But when it was over, he felt that the dragon was not a big deal.

He thought of what Hagrid had said, and took out the magic lamp of the Hungarian Horntail from the pocket of his robe. He pressed it gently, and the little dragon began to flutter its wings and emit soft light. It

was indeed a bit cute... What Hagrid said made sense...

He picked up the hourglass on the bedside table. It was the one that Professor Happ had exchanged with him for the Niffler Varen. He put it on the cabinet casually, along with a stack of magic rune cards. Crookshanks had sneaked in before and scattered the cards and the hourglass. He only put the cards together at that time. When he went to bed at night, he stepped on it and found that the hourglass had also fallen to the ground. When

he picked the hourglass out of the gap in the floor, he was still worried that it would be stepped on, but surprisingly, the hourglass was very strong and intact.

At this time, Hermione poked her head out of the door, "Harry, are you there?"

"Yes..."

"Let's study the golden eggs."

Harry got up from the bed and went to the common room.

"Where's Ron?" Hermione asked casually, staring at the golden eggs intently.

"He hasn't come back yet. He should be with the junior students... You know, he's been under a lot of pressure lately." Harry said.

They gathered together, hesitating whether to open it.

In the Great Hall, Roger Davis opened the golden egg in public to see what it looked like. He found that the heavy golden egg was empty. Then a very terrifying, sharp and piercing scream came from inside, which was more terrifying than the sound of the ghost band playing with the jigsaw and the hysterical scream of Myrtle that Harry had heard. His heart almost stopped.

After that, Lee Jordan and the twins, who were originally very interested in the golden egg, refused to touch it again. Harry gave it to a big black dog for safekeeping and secretly gave him two sausages.

"Is this your pet?" an ethereal voice asked.

Harry turned around and saw Luna. There was a string of magic lights floating around her, flying around her, and a fire dragon-shaped thing was lying on her head.

"Oh, uh... yes." He stammered.

Sirius held out a paw and handed it to Harry, who shook it twice, "Look... he can shake hands, oh, I mean... it."

"Many people think that black dogs are omens of disaster, and someone has written a book specifically for them..." Luna said softly, and the others in her sight avoided this place far away, "But I don't think so. He is a loyal friend."

"Oh, uh, thank you." Harry said.

He was not sure if Luna had discovered something, but she just said hello and left, just like she suddenly appeared.

...

Finally, Hermione reached out and pressed her nails along the very inconspicuous groove in the middle of the golden egg, prying it open.

The shrill screams immediately echoed in the lounge, scaring Ron who had just entered, and he sat on the steps at the door, causing the Fat Lady to urge him outside.

Hermione closed the golden egg with force, "No..." She said disappointedly, "It seems that everyone's golden egg is the same."

"What do you think?" Ron heard the second half of the conversation and sat next to them.

"I read in a book that in past competitions, sometimes warriors of different rankings get different clues." Hermione explained dryly, her face pale. She was frightened by the sound. It

was really too miserable...

Ron shrugged and tapped the golden egg with his hand, "If we cast a spell on it... For example, Scratchy, Scra..." "

Scrapin Current Spell."

"Yes, that's it." Ron said with certainty.

"That's for analyzing the ingredients of potions," Hermione said unhappily. She thought about it carefully again, "It's not impossible. This idea... We can try the analysis method in alchemy."

"Does anyone among us know how to do this?" Ron asked, and then he and Harry looked at Hermione with burning eyes.

"I don't know either," Hermione spread her hands, "but I know Professor Heppe knows how to do it. Well, I can learn it."

"So troublesome?"

"No trouble, we have three months. If we can get in touch with the puzzle within a month, we will have enough time to prepare." Hermione said confidently, "And we can learn another skill. Alchemy and runes are inseparable, and you can use them too."

Harry felt a little bitter. Just keeping up with the increasingly difficult Magic Club activities was a test for him. The only good news was that the Magic Club never gave homework. He looked at Ron, and their expressions were not surprisingly the same.

"The golden egg is in your hands, Hermione," Ron said righteously.

Hermione stared at him sternly, and he hurriedly changed the subject, looked around, and suddenly said in surprise: "Oh, Harry, how did you take it out?"

Harry was stunned, then he realized that Ron was referring to the hourglass. It turned out that he had taken it out in a hurry just now.

"What is this?" Hermione asked, she felt that this thing was a little familiar.

"The hourglass that Valen and I exchanged, I told you about it." Harry explained.

Hermione snatched the hourglass from Ron and stared at it thoughtfully, "I must have seen something like this somewhere..."

"Is it an antique?" Ron asked with great interest, "Have you read any books of this kind?" His last question revealed his true thoughts, and he asked expectantly, "How much do you think it's worth?"

Hermione played with the hourglass for a long time, occasionally holding it up and shaking it towards the magic lamp above the lounge, making a strange sound from her mouth.

Harry and Ron looked at each other, but they knew it was best not to interrupt her at this time, because she had already entered a state of feverish research.

"I remember!" Hermione said, her eyes seemed to be shining, "I know where I've seen this hourglass, not in a book, I made a mistake... It's Egypt!"

"Egypt?" The two asked in unison.

"Yes, Egypt," she suddenly laughed like a greedy fox, and was overjoyed: "No wonder Professor Hep wants to teach Varen, it turns out that it has a history."

"What on earth is it, Hermione, don't keep me in suspense." Ron said anxiously.

"This hourglass came from a greedy Gringotts goblin," Hermione held her breath and whispered, "No, it should be said that it came from an evil ancient Greek dark wizard, the despicable Herpo!"