"Well, where do you think it will be?" Brie asked with interest.
He had also been thinking about this issue recently, but it was not until he was in Slytherin's study that he realized that perhaps it was not possible to find Slytherin through Gryffindor, as they spread.
It is even more impossible to find Hufflepuff through Slytherin to form a circle.
"We think there are clues in the Gryffindor common room, but there are no statues in the common room."
"There are no statues in Slytherin either." Bree told Hermione this information in advance.
Hermione nodded, and the others were helpless. They thought the statue was the key.
"But there is a statue in the Chamber of Secrets, isn't it?" Hermione said, "It's a pity that we can't enter, and now it's blocked by Professor McGonagall."
Anna whispered at this time: "We should go find the Gryffindor statue."
"But we're not sure Gryffindor has the money to build a statue of themselves." Yana added.
The scene became deserted.
This is the difficulty Hermione and the others encountered during this time.
"Perhaps you should change your thinking." Bree slowly expressed her thoughts. Compared to the circle theory, Bree believed that this was the arrangement of Ravenclaw alone.
"The castle was designed by Ravenclaw, and except for some special locations, such as the secret room in Slytherin, she actually knows everything about it, so I think you should start with Ravenclaw."
"Ravenclaw?" This was indeed a point that Hermione and the others missed.
"Brie, are you saying that the way to find the treasures of the other giants is through the statue of Lady Ravenclaw?"
Maybe...Brie wasn't sure...and it didn't look like a treasure at all.
"Where is Slytherin's office?" Hermione worriedly touched her carefully smoothed hair.
…
"Huh..." The winter snow continues to fall, and the dance party has come to an end.
Dumbledore stood on the stage, followed by Karkaroff and Madame Maxime.
Beside him was Percy, who represented the Ministry of Magic at the ball.
"Everyone be quiet. We have to announce the rules for the second game." Dumbledore waved his wand and blocked the mouths and sound outlets of the goblins who were still singing and playing musical instruments.
"I guess the warriors all got golden eggs."
The golden egg was snatched from the fire dragon.
"Then please solve the riddle. The secret is hidden in the golden egg."
After Dumbledore finished speaking, he announced the end of the dance.
"Another puzzle?" Hermione's eyes widened. She still had a big project on her hands. Why was there another one? It couldn't have been plagiarized by Dumbledore!
"Hermione, do you have an idea..."
"Shut up Harry, I still have my own mysteries to solve. You have to rely on yourself for this."
Hermione tried not to look into Harry's green eyes, for fear that she would agree...
Eye?
"Harry, what's wrong with your eyes?"
There was a bruise at the corner of Harley's eye, but it looked like the medicine had been applied and there was only a slight mark.
"Yes...it's Snape. I eavesdropped on his conversation with Karkaroff and accidentally bumped into the wall." Harry hesitated.
Hermione was very alert.
"Who gave you the medicine?" You have used too much.
"Yes...yes, it was Snape who gave me the potion..."
Ron on the side winked, trying to stop Harry from telling Hermione what they heard, but quickly turned his head away after seeing Hermione's gaze.
"Snape is related to Karkaroff." Harry whispered: "But more importantly, someone stole Snape's potion. Snape thought I stole his Polyjuice Potion and
Veritaserum… I obviously didn’t do it.”
…
Christmas is over, and the golden egg has become the second mystery in Hogwarts. What the little wizards talk about the most is solving the mystery.
As a month passed, the potion's effect disappeared, and the little wizards returned to their original appearance.
"Oh, George, I feel like something is missing."
George nodded, but then said: "But there is something extra."
The two of them said in unison: "I'm not used to it..."
In the lounge, Hermione held a book recording the Big Four and glanced helplessly at the Wesley twins, feeling dangerous about what they said.
The other little wizards also seemed to be nostalgic and behaved a little awkwardly.
"Perhaps we can go to Professor McGonagall's office to look..." Fred said to George.
George responded: "And throw it into the kitchen vat!"
"Hahaha!"
Hermione rolled her eyes.
"Yana, let's go to the Ravenclaw lounge to find Luna and the others."
Hermione picked up Yana, who was quietly recording things, and walked towards Ravenclaw.
"Harry, how is your golden egg?" Ron tentatively asked Harry, who was sitting on the other side holding the golden egg and studying it.
Harry had been looking at the golden egg for a month, but found nothing.
"No……"
Ron couldn't bear it, but he still said: "I found out a piece of news. Cedric went to Oded with the golden egg, and then he seemed to get the answer to the mystery."
Whoosh!
Harry stood up abruptly and immediately ran out with the golden egg.
"Merlin's pants are not as quick as yours." Ron complained, and could only watch his friend go to find Bree.
In the library, Bree was looking through some miscellaneous notes about Godric Gryffindor.
The book records that Gryffindor came from a moorland, and after he left, the moorland was transformed by wizards into a gathering place for wizards, named Godric's Hollow, which has been passed down to this day.
"Old." Harry came to Bree's side with the golden egg in his arms and carefully probed: "Do you have time? I want to ask you something."
Harry placed the golden egg in front of Bree and said irritably: "I don't know why I want to participate in this competition."
"I don't think it makes any sense."
There was a cry in Harry's tone.
Bree cast a shielding spell, thinking something was wrong with Harry's current situation.
"Oude, I'm 14 years old and I know my situation very well."
"I don't have good magic talent, I don't have an equal environment, I don't have free choices..."
Harry smashed the golden egg on the ground, but the golden egg was not damaged.
"This competition made me feel the same as when I was in the first grade. It was a stupid and childish level, and what was even worse was that everything was put out in the open and people talked about it... I was not supposed to be a warrior, but someone wanted to
To control me!"
Harry took out a book called "Basics of Natural Magic" and choked with sobs: "I like your magic very much, Oded, and I'm studying it very hard."
"Look." Harry took out his wand, skillfully channeled a trace of natural magic, and cast a flying spell, which brought the golden egg to his hand instantly.
"I relied on this magic to summon the broom and snatch the golden egg from the fire dragon in the first level." Harry said with some pride, as if taking credit.
But soon, Harry's face seemed to be squeezed into a ball, and he was extremely bitter.
"I'm not as smart as Hermione. She can already use natural magic to strengthen the fire spell..."
Learning natural magic requires a teacher, and using "Fundamentals of Natural Magic" as a teacher is certainly possible, but it is quite difficult.
Getting started is the easiest part. If you want to study more profound things, this book tells very little.
Fundamentals, of course, are just the basics.
But according to Bree's observations this semester, only a small number of young wizards have grasped the basic points and are consistent with natural magic.
Most young wizards find it difficult to persist in learning natural magic on their own, and Harry's ability to learn it quite surprised Bree.
After all, Harry's performance at Hogwarts was quite...speechless. He was obviously a poor kid, but he didn't study hard. If he graduated, it would be difficult for him to survive.
"You can find the secret of the golden egg in the water...for example, in a larger bathroom, that's what I told Cedric."
The ice in the Black Lake has just shown signs of melting, so it is not suitable for people to enter the water.
Harry nodded, but that was not the main purpose of his visit.
"Can you teach me natural magic, Oded? You can use me as a test subject. I know that some wizards need test subjects when they create magic."
"I am willing to."
There was no fear of death in Harry's eyes, and he was even a little persistent.
"I think it's better to hang out with you than to be Dumbledore's savior."
Experiment with magic with Harry Potter…
"I'm working on the Unforgivable Curse, Potter..."
"..." Harry opened his mouth and shuddered as he thought of Moody casting the Imperius Curse on him in Defense Against the Dark Arts class.
"me……"
Harry seemed to have made up his mind. He gritted his teeth and said, "I can do it. Even if it's a death curse, you can use it on me."
"As long as you treat me as a friend, I don't want to be a savior."
Bree pursed her lips, thinking that Harry... was of little use to him, but this guy seemed too pitiful, and he was still the person Voldemort wanted to kill.
Voldemort, Bree really wanted to see Harry hit Voldemort in the face with natural magic. By the way, Bree wanted to study the magic that killed Voldemort.
This is the magic that Lily Yinwansi left to Harry before she died.
A magic that can reflect the death curse.
After a long while, Bree said: "I promise you the first one, and the second one is on your own."
"good."
Harry's eyes lit up and he said, "Can I call you Bree?"
"Okay, I hope you won't regret it."
Bree patted Harry on the shoulder and smiled gently.
"I've recently been researching ways to defend against the Unforgivable Curse, and how to resolve the Curse. I have ideas for everything except the Soul-Tampering Curse."
"You can anytime." Harry said.
"I have a lot of time."
"Okay then..." Brie smiled lightly, with a kind warmth in her pure black eyes.
Harry stared blankly into Bree's eyes and fell into them instantly.
The vague words rippled in Harry's soul - besides the Triwizard Tournament, learning natural magic is your only goal.
When Harry recovered from his comfortable daze, Bree said: "If you have any doubts about natural magic, write it down on this piece of paper."
Bree tore off a magic page from the notebook and handed it to Harry, and Bree left the library.
The Imperius Curse is a black magic that controls consciousness, and will continuously destroy the soul, causing damage to the consciousness. In severe cases, like Azar, cracks in the soul will occur.
There is no solution to the curse in the current magic world. It can only affect the soul through more will-destroying methods and forcibly remove it.
And there is no way to repair the soul in the current magic world.