"Everyone has their own strengths. Lockhart was lucky enough to find his," Kayson said as he moved to leave Professor McGonagall's office, only to be stopped by her.
"Oh, right, Kayson. Remember to help those two children figure out the golden egg they won back."
Kayson nodded. "No problem. It's my duty."
When Kayson returned to his office, sure enough, the two young wizards were already sitting side by side on the sofa.
"Cedric, your methods were a little too brutal. What I meant was Kill the Competition, not kill the dragon. Harry, well done—passing through a sea of flowers without a single leaf touching you." Kayson poured each of the young wizards a cup of tea.
"Professor, I thought..." Cedric said awkwardly.
"All right, all right. I know you misread it. I've already taken the blame for slaughtering the dragon, so don't worry about it," Kayson explained.
"Thank you, Professor," Cedric said, his face bright red.
Kayson then looked at the golden egg the two had placed on the coffee table. "What's the deal with this thing?"
"Why don't you twist it open and see, Professor?" Harry said with a mischievous grin.
Kayson shook his head at Harry's expression. "No. Just tell me what's going on."
"They say the clue for the next task is inside this golden egg, but after we opened it, all we got was an awful sound that hurt our ears," Cedric explained.
"I really haven't dealt with this thing before." With a wave of his hand, Kayson conjured six small sponge cubes and tossed them onto the coffee table.
"Stuff your ears with these."
After all three of them had plugged their ears, Kayson casually picked up a golden egg and twisted it open with a click.
The baffled, miserable shriek instantly made him