After leaving the tent first, Fleur walked along, curiously examining the Golden Egg in her hands. She even bounced it up and down, carefully gauging its material.
"This Golden Egg is probably made of brass, even if they call it gold. And it has to be hollow, or it couldn't possibly be this light."
"Of course," Harley said with a mocking laugh.
"Do you think that bunch of penniless wizards at the British Ministry of Magic would be willing to make a competition prop out of pure gold?"
"Hmm... true," Fleur said, earnestly agreeing.
"Your Ministry really is poor. It's not even as wealthy as Beauxbatons. They couldn't even be bothered to gild the Golden Egg."
"I don't mind you saying the British Ministry is poor, but don't say it's poorer than Beauxbatons. You have Nicolas as an alumnus, after all."
Harley rolled her eyes and playfully jabbed Fleur in the waist.
"If you averaged out your assets with Nicolas's, you'd be among the richest people in the world. If he donated a little gold to Beauxbatons, of course it would outshine the British Ministry."
Fleur gave a cheeky grin and said nothing.
Hermione had been waiting outside the tent for a long time, her arms folded.
Madame Maxime had taken Gabrielle back to the carriage ahead of time, so Hermione was alone and rather bored.
When she met up with Harley and Fleur, Hermione asked curiously about the Second Task.
"So, judging by the Golden Egg's weight and material..."
After hearing what had happened, Hermione rubbed the back of her hand and thought it over carefully.
"Could the clue about the Second Task be a riddle written on a piece of parchment inside the Golden Egg?"
"No, it might be a recording of a clue. But that doesn't matter.