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Moreover, compared to Gillyweed, she probably prefers the Bubblehead Charm; it's just that if she's not skilled with the Bubblehead Charm, problems can easily arise underwater.

Just then, Michael and Gene also submerged their heads in the water before raising them.

After Ethan used magic to clean the water stains from everyone, he directly took out the golden egg and handed it to Terry.

"Give this to the Head Boy tomorrow and have him put it in the display case."

The Ravenclaw common room also has a trophy cabinet, which usually contains medals and badges, but there's nothing related to the Triwizard Tournament. After winning that thing, you lift up the Goblet of Fire, which can't be given to individuals.

Ethan giving a golden egg as a representation is acceptable.

Anyway, Ethan doesn't lack this thing. He can give Cassandra and the others one each when the time comes.

"Okay, I'll go tomorrow!"

Terry also thought this idea was good, and it's estimated that there won't be any more Triwizard Tournaments in the future, making this a limited edition. Although it's not the final trophy, putting it in there still adds some prestige.

That day in the Great Hall, the little wizards in the front row heard Karkaroff and Madame Maxime tell Dumbledore that they would no longer participate in the Triwizard Tournament.

Terry naturally knew about this news.

Just as Ethan and Terry were talking, Michael suddenly said:

"I get it now! The golden egg needs to be opened underwater. The next task is likely to be in the water. The first few lines indicate that there will be singing, but it can't be sung on land. Combining the need to hear the sound clearly underwater, it must be sung in the water."

"On this point, the merpeople in the Black Lake can do it. Interpreting the later lines, it's probably about rescuing companions from their hands."

Michael had a look of certainty, believing that his judgment was definitely correct.

"I think so too."

Gene also nodded, quite agreeing with Michael's interpretation.

As expected, when it comes to brains, you have to look to Ravenclaw.

In the original story, Harry seemed to have no idea what it meant, and it was Moaning Myrtle, who had been dead for decades, who told him the answer.

Now, Michael and the others understood it completely after only listening to it once.

Only merpeople!

Ethan didn't quite understand before, but in this world, there are detailed records.

In this world, merpeople were first discovered in Greece and are divided into three types: Sirens, Selkies, and Mermen.

Among them, Sirens like to live in warm waters. The illustrations show Sirens with stunning beauty, the upper body being a standard human beauty, and the lower body being a light blue fishtail, with a body length of more than two meters, light blue hair, and undisguised large white buns.

Mermen generally live in cold waters, which is the kind in the Black Lake.

Ethan has seen this with his own eyes, with weed-like dark green hair, iron-gray skin, and yellow eyes, plus that non-human, non-fish head, it's simply unbearable to look at.

Selkies are not much better either, being about the same as Mermen.

If the Black Lake had Sirens, Ethan wouldn't mind going for a swim often. As it is now, just looking at it is disgusting.

"Terry, let's not talk about us solving the golden egg, everyone is a competitor in this competition."

"Don't worry, I know."

Terry naturally understood what Michael was saying; he wouldn't just blurt out anything.

Chapter 266: Hagrid's Budding Affection

Time came to December.

The Scottish Highlands also ushered in strong winds and snow.

The students from Beauxbatons and Durmstrang were still living outside Hogwarts Castle at this moment.

The large ship belonging to Durmstrang swayed and rocked in the strong wind, and the black sails fluttered in the dark night sky. It was unknown how they could sleep on the ship in such weather.

In comparison, the Beauxbatons' giant carriage was much more stable.

It's just that the Abraxan horses, at this time, obviously couldn't continue to be free-range outside. They were now all placed in temporary stables by Hagrid.

Today's Care of Magical Creatures class was in front of Hagrid's hut, and Ethan smelled a very strong smell of alcohol as soon as he approached.

Although Hagrid also likes to drink, he certainly wouldn't drink like this.

If there were no accidents, it would be that the Abraxan horses had drunk too much.

Those horses' favorite drink is pure malt whiskey.

Sniffing the smell, it really came from the temporary stable.

The surrounding little wizards all covered their noses, obviously not very accustomed to this strong smell of alcohol.

Soon, after the little wizards had all arrived, Hagrid announced today's topic: researching whether Blast-Ended Skrewts need to hibernate.

Anyway, from the first lesson of this school year, the Care of Magical Creatures class has been at odds with this Blast-Ended Skrewt thing.

So far, only the last ten Blast-Ended Skrewts remain.

The reason why they were consumed so quickly, in addition to the little wizards playing tricks when the Blast-Ended Skrewts were still small, was also because Blast-Ended Skrewts have the habit of killing each other. They have no concept of the same kind in their eyes.

Now, the three- to four-month-old Blast-Ended Skrewts are nearly six feet long each.

They have a thick gray protective layer, constantly exploding and fire-breathing tails, and their thorns and suckers. All of this combined makes this thing so disgusting even when it's so big.

After announcing the topic, Hagrid excitedly took out pre-prepared boxes from the house. These boxes had been padded with thick flannel in advance.

"We'll lead them in, then put the lids on, and see what happens."

After speaking, Hagrid took the lead and walked towards the Blast-Ended Skrewts.

Under Hagrid's leadership, the little wizards successfully threw the Blast-Ended Skrewts into the boxes. Ethan took Cassandra and Hermione to slack off on the side. As for taking care of the Blast-Ended Skrewts, Ethan was afraid that he couldn't control himself from burning them.

It's just that these Blast-Ended Skrewts obviously don't hibernate and don't like being stuffed into boxes lined with thick flannel. Hagrid and the others had just put the lids on.

The Blast-Ended Skrewts broke through the boxes and rampaged in the pumpkin patch. The surrounding little wizards fled in all directions, especially Draco and his gang.

He took his two cronies and hid directly in Hagrid's hut, locking the door from the inside.

This courage is really unmatched.

Looking at the chaotic scene, Ethan was speechless. Hagrid really wouldn't learn his lesson until he caused some kind of accident!

Because of Ethan, Buckbeak didn't injure Draco last year. If the Blast-Ended Skrewts injured someone now, the resulting trouble would be even greater.

Because Hogwarts now has students from Beauxbatons and Durmstrang, and with the Triwizard Tournament taking place, many reporters like to come here, and many people in society are paying attention.

Even a small matter will be magnified.

Looking at the Blast-Ended Skrewts running around in the pumpkin patch, they had already burned the pumpkin seedlings.

Ethan gently stomped his foot, and the entire pumpkin patch instantly began to squirm. Amidst the panicked screams of the young wizards, the Blast-Ended Skrewts fell directly into deep pits.

With their small legs, there was no way the Blast-Ended Skrewts could climb out.

After the commotion subsided, the young wizards all turned to look at Ethan. Although they couldn't see who had cast the spell, Ethan was the only one present with that level of skill.

As for Hagrid, the professor, he hadn't demonstrated any spells since the start of class, and hadn't even taken out his wand.

"Ethan, thank you!"

Hagrid also said somewhat embarrassedly, he really didn't expect to cause such a commotion.

Since these Blast-Ended Skrewts didn't hibernate, the topic of this lesson naturally came to an end.

Hagrid personally took charge of these Blast-Ended Skrewts, placing them in their usual enclosure.

As the bell rang, this Care of Magical Creatures class came to an end.

The young wizards couldn't wait to head towards Hogwarts Castle. Compared to the previous year, this year's Care of Magical Creatures class was not worth anticipating at all, and many young wizards even regretted choosing to take this class this year.

"Ethan, wait a moment, I want to talk to you."

Just as Ethan was about to leave with Cassandra and Hermione, Hagrid, who had finished dealing with the Blast-Ended Skrewts, immediately ran over and shouted loudly.

Hearing this, Ethan turned his head to look at Hagrid in confusion. What could he want to say to him?

It didn't seem like anything had happened recently!

Hagrid jogged over amidst the surprised gazes of the young wizards, and looked somewhat embarrassed as he looked at Hermione and Cassandra standing beside Ethan:

"Could you two leave first? I want to talk to Ethan alone."

Hearing this, Hermione and Cassandra didn't hesitate. After saying goodbye to Hagrid, they left together.

They weren't gossipy people and knew that Ethan had a good relationship with Hagrid, so naturally they wouldn't refuse Hagrid's request.

Seeing Hermione and Cassandra leave, Hagrid immediately said to Ethan:

"Let's talk inside!"

There were still many young wizards outside, and Hagrid didn't want what he was about to say to be widely known.

"Alright!"

Ethan couldn't guess what Hagrid wanted to say, so he followed Hagrid towards his hut.

Arriving at Hagrid's hut, Ethan rubbed Fang's head and sat down by the sofa, ready to listen to what Hagrid had to say.

"Go, go, stay outside!"

Hagrid grabbed Fang by the collar and dragged him outside, obviously wanting Fang to stand guard outside.

What was he going to say that was so cautious?

"In the upcoming Christmas season, Hogwarts will be preparing for the Yule Ball, you probably don't know this yet, I just received the notice."

"I want to invite Madame Maxime as my date, can you teach me a few tricks?"

As he said this, Hagrid's dark face turned a little red.

The reason he came to Ethan was because everyone at Hogwarts knew that Ethan was the best at dealing with witches, and could even get them to coexist peacefully.

Who wasn't envious of this?

So, Hagrid immediately thought of Ethan.

Hagrid originally thought he wasn't interested in women. He had been like this for so many years. Repaying Dumbledore and taking care of Hogwarts' grounds was his mission.

But the moment he met Madame Maxime, Hagrid felt his heart flutter.

She was definitely a half-giant like himself. He had never seen such a beautiful woman.

"Madame Maxime? You want me to teach you?"

Ethan looked at Hagrid, whose face was a little red, in surprise.

Ethan could see that Hagrid was interested in Madame Maxime.

In the wizarding world, if Hagrid wasn't going to find a female giant, then Madame Maxime was the only suitable one.

Normal women couldn't withstand Hagrid's physique at all, even those with good physical fitness.

Hagrid had been very attentive recently, especially taking good care of the winged horses.

Ethan had also seen Hagrid dressed up several times, although he wasn't dressed up very well, he had definitely put in effort, otherwise he would have always been wearing his leather coat.

In the original story, Hagrid also took a liking to Madame Maxime.

Later, following Dumbledore's instructions, when Voldemort was rampant, he went to the giants' gathering place with Madame Maxime to invite them to stand on their side. Their relationship did have some progress.

As for whether they ended up together later, that was unknown.

Hagrid affirmed somewhat shyly:

"That's right, it's Madame Maxime."

"Is there any way to successfully invite her to be my date at the Yule Ball?"

But this question seemed quite tricky to Ethan!

Initially, Madame Maxime didn't take a liking to him at all.

Ethan's success with girls was because he was good enough, and had the looks of a standard handsome guy, and then he could grasp their personalities.

If his conditions were even slightly worse, he couldn't play it like that.

If you asked if there were any techniques, there were some, but Hagrid couldn't learn them!

First of all, everyone knew what Hagrid looked like, the kind that could scare children.

Madame Maxime, although she was quite tall, had a rather handsome face. (This is described in the original story)