"It seems like it's been a long time since you've been on board," Morris said.
Fred sipped his coffee and shrugged. "After all, you haven't organized any events lately, and George and I have our own things to do."
"And," Fred interjected, adding with a pitiful look, "You forbade us from bringing Dungbomb."
"Then you'd better not come," Morris said expressionlessly.
Fred and George both let out an exaggerated wail at the same time.
Morris simply sneered.
On his boat, Dungbomb are forbidden.
The last time these two accidentally detonated a Dungbomb here, it's still fresh in my mind.
"Alright, let's get down to business," Fred said, his grin fading. " Harry's looking for you; he's outside."
"Understood." Morris stood up. "You can play with Guantou for a while; he's just learned some new gadgets and would probably love to show them to you."
Fred and George turned at the same time to look at the Guantou perched atop the Hogwarts Castle model.
The Guantou food winked at them, but they didn't know what it meant.
After disembarking, Morris immediately saw Harry, Hermione, and Ron.
Harry was also holding a golden egg in his arms.
The trio immediately came to meet them.
"What's wrong?" Morris asked.
"We heard..." Harry answered immediately, his tone urgent, "We heard your Golden Egg broke, is that true?"
"That's right, but that was a long time ago." Morris nodded, appearing quite calm. "You've found the secret of the Golden Egg?"
"Not yet," Harry said frankly, "But my egg is still there, and we can study it together."
Hermione sighed, looking helpless. "Actually, Harry doesn't seem to care at all. He's been reluctant to study the Golden Egg, and then it's been dragged on until today."
Harry scratched his head somewhat awkwardly.
He couldn't refute it.
Aside from the initial period after obtaining the egg when he diligently searched for clues, he consistently delayed afterward.
But it's not too late now.
"The match is on February 24th," Ron reminded him from the side, "We need to start thinking of a plan now."
Morris said calmly, "I think Harry and I should be rivals."
"Really?" Harry said. "But I think we should be friends first and foremost, and get through this together."
This is very straightforward and sincere.
Morris smiled slightly and beckoned to Harry, "Come with me."
After he finished speaking, he turned around and walked straight towards Black Lake.
Harry and his two companions, filled with doubt, quickly followed.
Upon reaching the shore, Morris stopped.
"Do you know the Bubble-Head Charm?" he suddenly asked.
Harry paused for a moment, then nodded.
"We all do," Hermione explained. "Because I saw you use that spell before and thought it was very useful, I went back and looked up the spell, and Harry and Ron have learned it too."
"But it's not very stable." Ron shrugged. "My bubbles often pop, but Harry's are perfect."
"That's good." Morris said, holding out his hand. " Harry, give me the Golden Egg."
His face was expressionless.
"What are you going to do?" Harry asked, puzzled, but still handed over the Golden Egg.
Morris took it, held it firmly under his arm, and said, "Stay close to me."
Then, without explanation, he turned his back to the Black Lake and gracefully leaned back.
"Thump"
Water splashed up and fell back down, rippling across the lake, and Morris's figure disappeared.
The three people on the shore froze for a second.
Harry was the first to react.
"Wait for me on the shore!" He seemed to understand something, called out to Hermione and Ron, and drew his wand, casting a Bubble-Head Charm on his head.
A transparent bubble emerged from the tip of his wand, rapidly expanding to envelop his entire head.
Then, without saying a word, he took off his coat and jumped into the lake.
On the shore, only Hermione and Ron remained, staring at each other in bewilderment.
A cold lake breeze blew by, and Ron spoke first.
"Are they idiots?" he said incredulously. "It's winter! People can freeze to death in the lake!"
"Just wait and see," Hermione said surprisingly calmly. "With Morris around, there won't be any problems."
There is no doubt that what Morris did was related to the Golden Egg.
Harry felt the icy lake water rush in from all directions, pricking his skin like needles.
Fortunately, the Bubble-Head Charm allowed him to breathe normally and also provided him with a field of vision.
"Look here, Harry."
Morris's voice rang clearly in his mind.
Harry looked up and saw that Morris was also under the Bubble-Head Charm, levitating in the water, only two meters away from him.
He opened his mouth, trying to speak, but his voice couldn't travel due to the combined obstruction of the water and the Bubble-Head Charm.
"Don't bother talking," Morris's voice rang in Harry's mind again, with a hint of amusement. "I used a little trick to send my voice directly into your head."
After saying that, he tossed the Golden Egg back to Harry without warning.
Harry caught it in a flurry.
"Be careful!" he mouthed.
Morris swam up to Harry and said, "Try it, Harry. Open the Golden Egg here, and you should know the answer."
Harry looked down at the Golden Egg in his arms and made up his mind.
He supported the bottom of the egg with one hand and held the top half with the other, pressing his thumb against the seam and rotating it.
The next second, a beautiful singing voice came from the crack:
Come and find us, where our voices resound. We cannot sing on the ground; as you search, please consider carefully:
We've taken your most treasured possession. You have one hour to find it and take it back from us.
But an hour later—the future turned bleak, it was too late, it was gone forever.
As the song played on repeat, Harry stared at Morris in surprise.
Morris nodded.
Sure enough, that's how the Golden Egg was opened.
In fact, he wasn't entirely sure of the correct way to open the Golden Egg either.
That would be awkward if nothing happened.
When the song played for the fifth time, Harry suddenly felt a little cold.
He had been underwater for several minutes, and the Bubble-Head Charm did not insulate him from the heat.
He closed the Golden Egg, pointed upwards, and mouthed to Morris, "Get out."
"Alright," Morris also noticed that Harry might not last much longer, "I'll use Warming Charm on you once we get up there."
As he spoke, he drew his wand from his waist and waved it lightly.
The entire wand transformed into a delicate, miniature propeller.
Morris grabbed Harry's arm with his other hand, and the propeller began to spin, carrying the two of them rapidly upwards.
Harry was dumbfounded.
Is this even possible?