Headmaster's Office -

"Are you sure?" Dumbledore said in a deep voice. Felix

nodded seriously.

"Leave it to me next, Felix." Dumbledore took the responsibility.

"Do you have a solution?" Felix asked in surprise, "Albus, there has never been a precedent for this, and the snake is dead. At least I can't figure out any clues at the moment, but if I am given enough time, there is still hope in the future..."

Dumbledore just said calmly: "I know." Felix heard the meaning of "stop here" and took the initiative to say goodbye. He felt that Dumbledore was thinking about something different from him, but there was too little information available. But as he said before, he was not going to give up. The soul is also an important magical subject. It's just

that the previous accumulation is almost zero, and the hope of success in a short time is very slim.

Felix stood in front of the window on the eighth floor of the castle, thinking to himself: "Instead of considering the soul, it is better to focus on Voldemort. There are at least three very clear ways to deal with him, and each one is worth trying - destroying the Horcrux, eliminating the residual soul, and catching the resurrected Voldemort."

He stood on a high place, looking at the faint lights flickering on the edge of the Forbidden Forest. He didn't know that at this moment, the carriage of Beauxbatons was experiencing an interesting adventure -

the lights of the carriage were almost extinguished, only the dim night light was still on, Fleur pushed open the door, carefully observed both sides, and slipped out of the room with light steps.

She held a golden egg in her hand and tiptoed towards Madame Maxime's private bathroom. When passing a bedroom, the door creaked open. Jacqueline Bourgeois came out of the room in pajamas.

"Fleur? What are you doing-" Jacqueline was stunned, looking at Fleur holding the golden egg, and carefully moving forward along the wall.

Furong secretly said "Oops!" and quickly covered Jacqueline's mouth, "Keep your voice down! Don't wake up Madam Maxime..."

Jacqueline blinked obediently.

When Furong let go of her hand, she looked at Furong curiously, her eyes lingering on her bare feet for a few seconds.

"You're not even wearing shoes?"

"I don't need to, the whole road is carpeted, I walked along the wall, no one stepped on me..." Furong raised her head proudly, and Jacqueline saw that her expression was getting more and more strange.

"I'll take you to a good place." Furong decisively changed the subject.

In fact, after the first project, she rarely talked to the other two warriors, thinking that they were too timid. The other two warriors also felt that they did not perform well and were depressed all day long.

They walked to the end of the carpeted road and came to the huge room at the innermost part. The dark brown oak door alone was ten feet high.

"This is not Madame Maxime's--"

"Oh, I know." Fleur said, she approached the door carefully, whispered the password, the door silently opened a crack, she slipped in, and Jacqueline next to her was stunned.

This is too skillful... Before she

could react, a hand stretched out from inside, grabbed her shoulder and pulled her into the room.

In front of them was a luxurious bathroom, the entire floor and wall were paved with silver tiles, and a huge chandelier hung from the ceiling, casting soft light. In addition to the commonly used toilet facilities, the innermost was a huge separate bathroom. Fleur handed the golden egg to Jacqueline, standing in front of the glass door of the bathroom, with stars twinkling in her eyes.

"Fleur, even if you want to take a bath, there is no need to secretly use Madame Maxime's bathroom." Jacqueline said with a worried look on her face. If they were caught, they would be miserable.

"Don't worry, I've come here more than once." Fleur shook her silver and shiny hair and said with a bright smile. "Let me show you the luxurious bath."

She pushed open the door, and the air was filled with mist and a faint fragrance. It was the aromatherapy that Madame Maxime preferred. A huge bath that looked like a swimming pool occupied most of the space. A gold-plated makeup mirror stood in an aisle, and two white towels as big as sheets were hung on metal hooks on the wall. "I've been looking forward to the end of the day." Furong said happily.

She quickly took off her pajamas, revealing a one-piece swimsuit, and looked well prepared. Furong moved on the spot for a few times, then jumped into the water like a fish, swimming more than ten meters in the bath in one breath, and then poked her head out of the water, revealing her elegant hair.

"Come down, Jacqueline." She invited, her voice reflected between the empty walls, forming a pleasant echo.

Jacqueline shook her head, holding the golden egg and walked to the side, looking towards the door every few seconds, for fear that Madame Maxime would come in at this time, although according to common sense, she should have gone to bed at this time.

She stood by for a while, watching Furong's flexible swimming posture, like a beautiful mermaid, her long silver hair and graceful neck looming in the mist, and she was envious of Furong's natural charm.

Jacqueline held the golden egg, her arms were a little sore, she looked around, and picked a beautiful recliner - this recliner had a common feature with the other furnishings in the room, that is, it was huge. She put the golden egg in the middle of the chair and lay down.

"Huh?"

This trip made her discover the difference. She propped up her body and touched down. Her fingertips touched a layer of soft and tough air. She felt like she was lying in the softest cotton cloud, but she didn't have to worry about sinking into it.

"Madame Maxime is too good at enjoying herself." Jacqueline couldn't help thinking, the student bathing pool didn't have these things.

She laid her body completely on the recliner, resting her head on a log-shaped pillow. She thought it would be hard, but it, like the air layer beneath her, lifted her head in a comfortable way. She seemed to hear singing in her ears, and her tense nerves naturally relaxed.

She seemed to be in the clouds, so comfortable that she almost fell asleep. She didn't know how long it had been -

"How is it, is this chair comfortable?" A voice seemed to come from the sky. Jacqueline was a little confused for a moment. Who was talking? She opened her eyes and saw Furong wrapped in a large towel, looking at her with big eyes.

"Fu, Furong, you're done washing, we'd better leave--" She was anxious to get up, but Furong pressed her head back.

Furong also lay down beside her and made a happy sound.

"This chair is so comfortable, I really want to sleep on it all the time, but it's a pity it's not available on the market." She complained, "I've been waiting for nearly a month, and there's still no news about Future World going public."

"Is this a product of Future World?" Jacqueline asked softly. Even she had heard of the name of this company, because this company's branch had opened in France's most prosperous Magic Street, named Future World Store No. 3.

"That's right," Fleur closed her eyes and said lazily, "The boss of Future World Company is Mr. Felix Hepp. You have seen him. He is the professor of ancient magic at Hogwarts and the director of Beauxbatons."

Jacqueline's eyes widened.

After lying comfortably for a while, Fleur held the golden egg and looked left and right. "Have you cracked the secret of the golden egg?" Jacqueline asked. The golden egg has always been beside Fleur, and the other two warriors rarely have access to it.

"Not yet." Fleur said. She was originally very anxious, but every time she sat on this "cloud chair", she felt that all her worries were gone. She spoke slowly and with the lazy emphasis unique to French.

"I heard from Francois (another warrior) that Madame Maxime was going to intervene..."

"I know," Fleur said, wrinkling her delicate nose and putting the golden egg on her body, "She told me a long time ago, but I refused. I want to solve this secret myself."

Jacqueline looked at Fleur with envy. Perhaps in Madame Maxime's eyes, Fleur was the only qualified warrior.

"Click."

A crisp sound reached their ears.

"What sound?" Furong asked alertly.

Jacqueline shook her head. She straightened up and looked towards the bathroom door like a frightened deer. At this moment, even the chair under her could not make her feel at ease. She said with a trembling voice: "Could it be Madame Maxime...?"

"Impossible." Furong hesitated, but she was also a little worried. She raised her slender neck and listened for a long time. "Don't worry, there is nothing. I have been here several times. Madame Maxime has a regular schedule." Jacqueline could

only lie down again helplessly.

"It's beautiful~"

"Yes." Jacqueline agreed. Whether it was the feeling of lying on the chair or the signs of easing of her relationship with Furong, it was a good thing for her.

They lay quietly for a while, and in a daze, another sound came -

"Click."

"I heard it again." Jacqueline said.

"Maybe it's an auditory hallucination." Furong touched the golden egg with one hand and said with her eyes closed.

A steady voice suddenly sounded from above their heads, saying with an annoyed and amused tone: "It's not an auditory hallucination, I'm sure that the sound was made by my chair."

"Really..." Fleur smacked her lips, "I don't think so."

"Madame Maxime! Why are you here?" Jacqueline's terrified cry came to her ears.

Fleur was a little confused. Who was Jacqueline talking to? Madame Maxime? Who was Madame Maxime?

Fleur suddenly opened her eyes and met a tall and majestic figure and sharp eyes. She screamed and sat up suddenly, "Yes, yes, I'm sorry, Madame Maxime, it's all my fault, I shouldn't have sneaked in and secretly used your chair..."

However, Madame Maxime didn't hear Fleur's apology clearly, because the bathroom was occupied by another sharp and piercing scream. The golden egg fell to the ground when Fleur suddenly sat up, hit the groove on it, and bounced off by itself.

The golden egg screamed and rolled. Under the gaze of three pairs of eyes, it turned an arc trajectory unyieldingly and fell into the water with a "plop".

Fleur was stunned for a moment, then stood up obediently and said seriously: "Madame Maxime, I will go down and get the golden egg." After that, she didn't even dare to look at Madame Maxime's reaction and jumped directly into the spacious bath.

On the shore, Madame Maxime asked Jacqueline with a stern face: "Did Fleur drag you here?"

"No, no, we decided to come together." Jacqueline said tremblingly, "This is our first time here--"

Madame Maxime snorted, "It may be your first time, but Fleur may not be. I have long seen that she covets my chair." She was a little annoyed, but not because of Fleur, but because of Hagrid. I

don't know what's wrong with him recently. Every time he came to feed the magic horse these days, he would ask her in a roundabout way whether the cloud chair was damaged. He also shouted that he was good at repairing things and she could ask him for help if it was broken.

Madame Maxime was very annoyed. She felt that Hagrid thought she was too heavy. Otherwise, why would he keep hinting that she would break the chair?

She couldn't sleep in bed tonight. In addition to Fleur's stubbornness and insistence on cracking the secret of the golden egg by herself, it was also partly because of Hagrid. She was in a bad mood and thought of lying in the bathroom for a while.

Unexpectedly, she got an unexpected reward.

Seeing Fleur sticking her head out of the bathtub and looking at her flatteringly, Madame Maxime sneered. She must take this opportunity to persuade Fleur today. There was nothing to be embarrassed about. Anyway, she didn't think that people like Karkaroff would guarantee fairness as promised.

After the first project was over, anyone who believed anything Karkaroff said was a complete fool.

There is a saying that is actually very true. Cheating has always been a tradition of the Triwizard Tournament. But when to cheat? Now is the best time. "Madame Maxime! I, I found the secret of the golden egg!" Fleur's excited cry woke her up. She looked at Fleur suspiciously.

"It's true, I sing to you - find us, where our voices ring, we can't sing on the ground. When you search, please remember the key points: purple represents power; blue represents wisdom; gold represents, represents -"

Fleur sang, her voice was beautiful and moving, with an intoxicating charm. Madame Maxime and Jacqueline couldn't help but calm down and listen, but halfway through the song, Fleur suddenly got stuck, "Uh, sorry, I forgot the rest. Why don't you come down together?"

Half a minute later -

the three ladies raised their heads from the bathtub and shook their hair. Madame Maxime fell into deep thought, "So that's how it is. I thought it would be according to the four elements. The golden egg represents life, and life refers to fire..."

She sat on the chair and thought about the clues provided by the golden egg. Soon, she also thought of the only place in Hogwarts that met the requirements, the Black Lake.

"It is said that there are many creatures in the Black Lake, fishmen, giant squids, Grindylows..." Fleur said softly, pressing Madame Maxime's shoulders.

"But these three creatures represent wisdom, strength and growth?" Madame Maxime disapproved. "There must be something else. These are just obstacles for the warriors. You need to consider underwater survival and underwater combat casting. As for wisdom and growth... this is not something that can be speculated."

"You said it very well. Why didn't I think of it?" Furong smiled charmingly.

Madame Maxime rolled her eyes at her, but at least she had cracked the secret of the golden egg, so she didn't intend to pursue it. "A little to the left," she ordered, and Furong laughed even more happily.

"Crack-crack-crack-crack-"

The chair under Madame Maxime suddenly made a series of dense noises, and the air layer under her flickered twice and suddenly disappeared.

The three people stared at each other, and Madame Maxime's expression was the most surprised.

Did she really break the chair?