Riddle

Unlike the original world line.

The Harry Potter of today is not as emotional as the original.

Original world line

When faced with Cedric's prompting,

He was bothered by Cedric walking arm-in-arm with Cho Chang in the hallway all day long.

They had no interest in guessing the meaning of Cedric's words.

Instead, he thought Cedric's suggestion was worthless and even felt inexplicably wronged.

For example, he clearly told Cedric what the First Task was—and in return, Cedric asked him to take a bath.

Finally, a conclusion was reached. Cedric had absolutely no intention of helping him.

This is just showing off.

After all, if Cedric really wanted to help him, he should have been more explicit.

Even more outrageous is that he hasn't told Hermione, who is considered his brain, about this.

Instead, he gritted his teeth and insisted that he knew the secret of the Golden Egg.

In the end, he swallowed his pride and chose to listen to Cedric's advice.

Take the Golden Egg to take a bath.

In this regard,

Even the cunning and ruthless Fake Moody,

Little Crouch.

They couldn't help but complain, "I thought you would ask everyone around you for help."

Longbottom will tell you right away.

But you didn't—you didn't—your pride and sense of independence almost ruined everything.

But the current Harry,

This is not the original timeline.

Dumbledore's influence has robbed him of all the natural intelligence he had when he first Hogwarts.

He looks no different from a teenager.

He was simply someone with a purer soul and greater courage.

So, faced with Krum's reminder, he immediately analyzed the situation clearly. And

He told all his friends about them.

"So you mean,"

Can you solve the riddle for the second competition by wearing Fire Dragon Toy and having the earmuffs fly into the sky?

In the common room, Ron, who had finally managed to get close to Harry,

As he spoke, he subtly shifted his position on the sofa, trying to get closer to Harry.

"Wait," Ginny, sitting down right next to Harry.

He blocked Ron's path to him. "Don't we already know what the match is about?"

Imagine riding a dragon and racing through the azure sky and white clouds.

At most, there will be some minor obstacles.

To avoid drawing the fastest Peruvian Vipertooth and securing victory.

"Ahem," Ron stood up.

He pretended to stretch, then subtly circled the sofa, ending up on Harry's right.

He sat sideways on the armrest, "I don't think it's that simple."

I've been studying Alchemy every Saturday lately.

That is, the components of the clothes we process.

They were all enchanted with various Protective Charm.

The group magic course was just a review to get us to the point where we could abandon incantations and cast spells directly.

Those who don't know the situation might think this is for the next two matches.

But we all know that it was all for Voldemort's sake.

In the next two matches, they will probably only use Alchemy made clothing and Group Potion, respectively.

I think it's very possible that they'll be riding dragons and dueling in the sky.

Landing on the ground doesn't mean defeat—after all, the clothes on the body will protect the Champion, and the Champion probably still has fighting ability.

The key, the secret to what constitutes victory, is probably hidden in the song.

Ginny had already stood up and was about to walk behind Ron to pull him away, stopped in her tracks.

Tilting his head, he repeated, "Singing?"

"Yes," Ron wiped away his cold sweat and tactfully moved away from the armrest. "Didn't Harry say he heard singing in class?"

It's likely that even if Krum was solving the puzzle in the sky at the time, it was the sound he made.

That's why he flies so high.

It was definitely to avoid being overheard. And that's certainly the case.

Aside from Harry and Neville, who had unusual physical abilities, no one else heard it.

"I see," Ginny said, seeing Ron tactfully leave, and then sat back down next to Harry. "No wonder in January..."

He still dares to train.

And it has to fly that high.

At first, I thought he had some Quidditch secret he didn't want to reveal!

As dusk fell, the sky gradually took on a pale, hazy purple hue, dotted with tiny, Winky stars.

Whoosh!

Harry flew out of the dormitory window and soared vertically into the sky.

In his arms, the Hungarian Horntail doll yawned softly, occasionally spitting out tiny Spark.

It brings a little warmth to the skin that is rubbing against the cold air.

Harry never imagined he could fly so fast.

The stars and moon in the sky seemed to be getting closer and closer to him.

A cool breeze lashed Harry's face. He squinted against the wind and turned to look behind him.

Hogwarts seemed to have shrunk, with its scattered lights resembling twinkling stars.

He hovered in mid-air, looking down for a long time.

Until I heard Ron and Ginny's voices.

To be precise, it was Ron first, then Ginny.

Ginny is still using his old Nimbus 2001.

It's still too slow compared to Ron's Firebolt.

"Ouch! It's so cold! I've never flown this high before!"

"Can't you wait for me to get down? Whew! It's so high!" Ron and Ginny felt a little uncomfortable facing this unprecedented height.

Completely different from Harry's excitement.

The cold air they exhaled seemed to gather into clouds in mid-air.

When Harry looked at them, he felt a little confused.

"Harry, look at your earmuffs," Ron said, pointing at Harry.

Perhaps the earcups sensed that they had left the ground and reached a certain height.

Or perhaps the sprint just now fulfilled some condition.

The green scales shimmered with golden light.

Harry also noticed that the doll in his arms was no longer yawning.

It seemed that the doll in his arms came from some shop in the Muggle world, and it was as still as an inanimate object.

Harry suddenly thought of Krum's behavior.

Krum seemed to be flying the whole time.

They never stopped moving forward.

Does this mean that the singing can only occur when both conditions are met: high altitude and high-speed flight?

He began to fly again, the air whistling through his hair, his robes billowing behind him.

Then, as he flew,

Amidst the sound of something cutting through the air, a clear and ethereal singing voice rang out:

No need to look for us, we are always very eye-catching.

Although the sky is our domain,

But the ground is our true home.

When you search, please think carefully:

We stole your most beloved treasure.

You only have one hour.

To find and reclaim the items we took,

After an hour, all hope was lost.

It has vanished completely and will never reappear.

A minute later, Harry stopped in front of Ron and Ginny, who were listening to the sound.

"It's strange, what kind of creature would rather stay on the ground than fly?"

"Unless, flying is an extremely painful experience for them."

Ron and Ginny each spoke.