The next morning, although Harry and Ron wanted to leave the hospital as soon as possible, they were too tired last night and were seriously injured. Madam Pomfrey said that Ron's leg was still swollen, and Harry had at least six broken ribs.

"The healing spell can only heal some minor injuries, such as a twisted nose, and it can only be used in an emergency." Madam Pomfrey said at the time, but the two of them once suspected that this was just a trick she tricked them into drinking the potion.

After drinking the potion, their brains immediately became groggy, like a mechanical alarm clock that had been unwound, turning slower and slower. Harry and Ron fell asleep without talking to each other for a few words. They slept soundly until Hermione came to visit them and woke them up.

Harry told them what happened last night and deliberately emphasized that "I was in a hurry and didn't have time to call you." Hermione shrugged, "Unless you stand outside the entire girls' dormitory and shout, you can't get in, and I may not be able to hear it..."

Ron coughed heavily, and the sound sounded like a "ball", and Hermione's ears turned red.

The two had a little unpleasantness last night.

Ron accused her of pro-enemy behavior while drinking drinks after the opening dance, while Hermione dryly explained that the purpose of the competition was to "promote communication". When Ron shouted that Krum was not interested in her and just wanted to find out the secret of the golden egg, Hermione was furious.

"He never asked me a word about the golden egg, never!"

Ron changed his tactics at light speed.

"Then he must want you to help him find out the secret of the golden egg!"

"I never helped him study the golden egg!" Hermione was furious. "In fact, he invited me at the beginning, in the library, but I was hesitant, for the ridiculous warriors and so on, guess what? Roger Davis immediately invited Collins, and my two stupid companions only knew to complain that the beautiful girls were all picked!"

Harry's expression was very innocent.

He really didn't think of inviting Hermione, but that was because he had been harboring a secret thought that he couldn't tell anyone. Maybe Cedric and Cho Chang had a quarrel... Well, he knew that this was impossible, but this conclusion made him even more depressed, making him less interested in the following dance.

Anyway, after that, Harry and the unhappy Ron went to the courtyard to get some fresh air, and accidentally heard the conversation between Hagrid and Madame Maxime, and also learned that they were both half-blood giants, while Hermione (according to her own words) stayed in the hall, sulking alone.

Harry was skeptical about the sulking point, because when they went back, they saw Hermione dancing happily with Professor Hep...

After the dance, Harry found that Hermione and Ron were silent again. They returned to the dormitory and slept with their hearts full of thoughts until he was awakened by a nightmare and chased the spies in the castle with Ron... When he saw Hermione again this morning, Ron and Hermione were both polite, as if the quarrel yesterday had never happened at all.

When Hermione heard that Hagrid was a half-giant, she didn't feel surprised.

"In fact, I've long thought he must be a giant." She shrugged her shoulders, "I know he can't be a purebred giant, because they are all about twenty feet tall. There's no need to be so sensitive... This is a prejudice, just like people's attitude towards werewolves... Maybe even house-elves... Although these two prejudices are different!"

Ron obviously didn't agree with this point of view, but he just tactfully repeated what he had said to Harry last night, and pretended to introduce Harry for the first time:

"Hagrid shouldn't tell everyone about it. Although it may be that he was too excited because it was the first time he met one of his kind... I know he's not dangerous, and everyone who knows him knows this, but if outsiders hear it, it will be troublesome. People are taboo about this." He snorted twice and said secretly: "Even if it is a kind of prejudice, it is a collective prejudice. If there is no way to change it, concealing it is the best way."

He saw Hermione opening her mouth to refute, and immediately sped up his speech and said to Harry: "In the public's impression, giants are cruel. Although I also heard the love story of giants and dwarfs when I was a child, Fred and George told me... But I haven't believed their nonsense since I was six years old."

Harry held back his laughter, pretending to be hearing it for the first time, and nodded seriously.

"My father said that they stood on the side of the You-Know-Who in the war, foolishly believing that the You-Know-Who would give them more living space... As a result, after the war, they were naturally liquidated, and a large number of giants were killed by Aurors. Maybe Professor Moody was also involved. His leg may have been injured at that time..." Ron guessed irresponsibly.

"...There is still a small tribe of giants who didn't do much evil and were driven out of Britain. Now I don't know where they are hiding in the mountains."

Harry didn't think it was right to continue discussing the topic of "Are giants cruel by nature?" because Hermione's eyebrows were strangely raised. He decided to take the initiative. "Well... Hermione, this is the case. Ron and I saw that you were late. You disappeared a few hours earlier yesterday afternoon. Even if you take care of your hair, it shouldn't take that long, right?"

He felt that he was talking nonsense because Hermione's hair had returned to its messy state. He thought that even if it was not perfect, if it could be maintained, no one would refuse to make themselves more beautiful.

Sure enough, Hermione rolled her eyes at him.

"If a girl wants to dress up, no matter how much time she has, it is not enough... But I really didn't delay the time because of this. It was Valen. She gave me a Christmas present. I, uh..." She bit her lip and didn't know what to say.

"We know," said Ron. "I mean... we heard a little bit. What gift did she give you to make you fuss and forget about time? It couldn't be a large sum of gold Galleons, could it? One of my great-aunts said that the only thing that can beat time is a golden little cutie."

Harry and Hermione looked at him at the same time, and Ron shrugged. "She died of old age and left a will saying that all her property should be converted into gold Galleons and buried with her, but I'm not sure if her descendants did it..."

"Of course not, it's a broken time turner." Hermione said lightly.

"Valen gave you a time turner?" Ron's eyes widened and he screamed.

"Nothing to fuss about, it's just a broken one." Hermione said, also using the word "fuss" to hit him back, but Ron didn't hear it at all.

"Take it out and have a look! Hermione, I haven't seen a time turner yet!" said Ron.

Harry also looked at her expectantly, "Did you bring it?"

Hermione's eyes curved, "Of course," she lifted a golden chain from her chest, it was a small disc-shaped timer, with a circle of golden brackets on the outside and a small hourglass on the inside, the shape was very precise.

"Is this the time converter? It looks so beautiful... Are you sure it's broken?"

Hermione didn't say anything, waved it in front of them for a few seconds, and stuffed it back into her clothes.

"There's nothing to see. We might as well spend our time on cracking the secret of the golden egg," she said excitedly, "I've finally come up with a plan that won't damage its structure..."

Harry and Ron stared at the golden egg she brought, which was now on a cabinet nearby, with hesitant expressions. Harry looked at his pajamas. If the golden egg couldn't stop screaming during the process of analyzing it, they wouldn't even be able to run out.

He didn't want to be embarrassed in the castle corridor in pajamas during the day.

But Hermione had made up her mind.

She stood up and held the golden egg in her arms, and pulled Harry's pillow over to put it under the golden egg. Harry and Ron watched fearfully, and gave suggestions:

"We can try the Apparition Potion"

"I've tried it," said Hermione.

"Apparition spell, eraser, and dissolving spell"

"It's useless." Hermione fiddled with the golden egg and pulled out her wand.

"How about trying Adrian's deconstruction method? He brags about it in the book."

"Well," Hermione put down her wand and said to the two, "To be honest, I did use some of the techniques he mentioned. The main reason is that I found that he liked to think about these shortcuts... This is also one of the reasons why later generations don't think highly of him."

Ron gave Harry a look, which meant, I said it.

Taking advantage of this time, Hermione put her wand on the golden egg and tapped it, occasionally stopping to listen, or reciting a few Latin spells. Harry and Ron understood some of her techniques. After all, they read the same book, but the progress and digestion were different.

"She used the layer peeling method." Harry whispered to Ron.

This method is very common in alchemy. The principle is to remove all the parts that can be removed, such as protective spells, decorations, and those minor functions, and get to the core secrets. It is especially suitable for alchemy novices.

From time to time, Hermione took out bottles and jars from her beaded bag, and used a small brush to apply potion on the golden egg. In the shocked expressions of the two, she took off a piece of eggshell.

"Hermione, did you tear it apart?"

"Because it's not important." Hermione said, and as she spoke, she took off another piece.

Harry felt very helpless, as if he had returned to the time when he lived with the Dursleys a few years ago. At that time, he lived in the cupboard under the stairs. Every evening, he had to wait anxiously for Dudley to come upstairs. He would deliberately step on the steps with great force to shake off the dust.

And now, he felt the same. He didn't know which piece of the golden egg he would tear apart when it suddenly screamed a creepy sound, scaring everyone.

When there was only half of the golden egg left, Harry's inner impulse became stronger. He hesitated, not knowing whether to remind Hermione. Not far away lived the sick Professor Moody. If he heard it, he might rush over angrily and chant a curse to all of them, such as forcing them to put their ears on the golden egg...

"It's done!" Hermione said happily.

Harry and Ron leaned over to take a look. There was only a palm-sized golden egg fragment left in her hand, but it was quiet now, no different from the other fragments.

"Are you sure it worked, Hermione? If you fail, we won't laugh at you." Ron said generously.

He remembered that Collins Foley had reminded him at the Christmas dinner, although he didn't know why and didn't hear a word clearly, but he felt that since there was a first time, she would definitely not mind telling him a second time.

Hermione hummed twice, squinted her eyes, curved into a crescent, and tapped the wand lightly on it.

"Crack."

With a subtle shattering sound, the last fragment in her hand broke into two halves, and a low and piercing scream sounded.

"Apart from the sound being quieter, is there any difference?" Harry asked. The only consolation was that he didn't have to recite the silencing spell.

"Oh, it lacks a necessary environment," Hermione smiled brightly, "I retained its core function, storing and converting sound, as long as I put it in..."

"Water!" Ron suddenly slapped his head and said.

Hermione looked at him unkindly.