The Rich Get Rich First, Then Their Descendants

Each Champion has a Golden Egg, and they must unlock its secret before February 24th of next year to obtain clues to the Second Task.

But the Golden Egg was empty; there was nothing inside.

The moment it is opened, an extremely disgusting, shrill, and ear-piercing sound will also be heard.

It's a bit like a knife scraping a cup, or a nail scraping a blackboard... that kind of friction sound is incredibly unpleasant.

Therefore, this is a test of intelligence.

Champion lacking intelligence will certainly be unable to unlock the Golden Egg and find the clues.

But as a master alchemist with his exceptional insight, William understood the entire structure of the Golden Egg with just a glance.

The Golden Egg lacks a special medium to convert sound. At least air is not a medium for transmission.

Finding a medium is a troublesome matter, but he can use his superb Alchemy to directly and violently alter the structure of the Golden Egg, turning the medium into air.

But Hermione insisted on using her clever little brain to solve the problem.

The so-called request for William's help was actually to prevent him from being harassed by those enthusiastic female fans, and even male fans.

Hermione began devising all sorts of ingenious ideas to unlock the Golden Egg.

For example, the first idea was to roast the Golden Egg over a fire.

Artificial incubation of dragon eggs requires roasting them in a flame.

Also, is it possible for hidden writing to appear on certain types of paper when placed in a flame?

This is clearly the result of seeing too much.

Anyway, William built a fire and roasted the Golden Egg for half an hour, but nothing special came out of it.

On the contrary, the meat skewers he placed on the shelf, sprinkled with cumin, smelled exceptionally good.

So the two of them grilled Golden Egg, ate barbecue, and drank red wine... High-class, high-class!

Although roasting the Golden Egg didn't work, Hermione still insisted that the Golden Egg and the dragon egg had a special connection.

She also borrowed all the books about dragon eggs from the library.

Those Champion who were several steps behind her in realizing this, arrived at the library only to find... all the books were gone!

This shortage of books immediately gave the Champion the illusion that "the secret of the Golden Egg lies in the book."

William then suggested to Anne and Gabrielle that they rent out some of the books Hermione had finished reading to other Champion.

Especially those wealthy Durmstrang.

William is not short of money and doesn't care about such a small amount.

But Anne and Gabrielle still live on pocket money, so they have to learn to save up their own money.

After all, Hermione kept a tight rein on Anne's vast fortune, and the key wouldn't be given to her until she came of age.

William's act of helping others escape poverty also has its own set of rules.

This is what they call the legendary "the rich get rich first, the poor get rich later"... cough cough, the rich get rich first and help the poor get rich later!

Soon, December arrived, bringing Hogwarts strong winds, rain, and snow, and also an avalanche of homework for the fifth-year students.

The professors didn't show any leniency because of the cold weather; on the contrary, after the First Task, they unanimously agreed that everyone should get back to normal!

Professor McGonagall had already hung a large sign at the very front of her Transfiguration classroom:

There are 200 days left until the Owls exam!

The number on that brand automatically decreases every morning.

The advantage of this approach is that it immediately puts fifth-grade students on high alert.

Many people were incredibly shocked. They thought they had a year left to study, but suddenly there were only two hundred days left.

Who... stole my time?!

Of course, for some fifth-grade students, the review has only just begun.

After all, there are still one year and two hundred days until the exam.

Professor Snape has stopped going over the written exam questions. Anyway, everyone has to go to Akali's Intensive Class for extra help after class.

Since that's the case, why not teach everyone how to brew Potions in detail?

Well, he wasted a year last year. He dug too many holes in the ground beforehand, and suddenly realized that he didn't have enough time.

Professor Flitwick is making the fastest progress.

The first round of review for the Spells course is almost finished. At his pace, he can start the mock exam after Christmas.

Professor Moody continues his journey of teaching outside the exam syllabus.

After teaching everyone how to resist the Imperius Curse, he then instructed them on how to avoid Avada Kedavra.

His wand shoots out a green liquid to simulate the Killing Curse. Students must dodge it during battle, or they will be hit by the sticky liquid.

The advantage is that everyone's reaction speed has improved significantly. The disadvantage is that every day after class, the students have a sticky, unidentified liquid on them.

As a result, the Akali's Intensive Class became even more popular. Almost every fifth-grade student enrolled in at least one class.

Especially the top few Champion in the First Task were all employees of Akali's Mystery Shop... This popularity began to spread to other grades.

Many students from other grades also come to class every night.

In particular, the tutoring classes taught by William, called "DA," were actually "Defence Against Dark Magic" classes.

After teaching the written exams, he would also take some time to give practical lessons in basic magic.

Students love this kind of class.

In particular, after one class, Neville actually approached William and said he wanted to take another class to improve his practical skills.

In Neville's words: Train him hard!

William readily agreed and allowed Cedric to train him one-on-one.

Hagrid's Care of Magical Creatures is as bad as ever... they're still taking care of the horrible Blast-Ended Skrewt.

"I'm not sure if they need to hibernate," Hagrid told his classmates in one of his classes.

"Let's try it and see if they want to sleep... We'll settle them in these boxes..."

Now only ten Blast-Ended Skrewt remain. Clearly, their cannibalistic instincts have not been completely eradicated.

Even the infighting among their own kind has become more severe.

Only the victor deserves to enjoy all the excrement of the Blast-Ended Skrewt.

The loser has nothing; they can't even afford to eat hot shit.

You can't understand this distribution of status. After all, other races have mating rights, but in these races, the stronger ones get to eat more excrement.

What an incredible creature!

People no longer like using Blast-Ended Skrewt to pull skateboards.

It's too cold. Even with the Warming Badge, the cold wind blowing on my face isn't very comfortable.

Moreover, the Blast-Ended Skrewt is becoming increasingly dangerous.

Each of them is nearly two meters long, with a thick gray protective layer, a tail that constantly explodes and spews fire, and disgusting spikes and suckers.

It likes to burn the ropes, causing students to fall to the ground, or to make unstable accelerations, leading to car chases and crashes into the Black Lake.

So when Hagrid brought out the large trunk, the students were rather listless.

In particular, a strong smell of alcohol wafted from the feed trough in the corner of the makeshift stable.

The fumes made the students in the "Care of Magical Creatures a little dizzy.

These are all single malt whiskies that Hagrid provided to Madame Maxime's Abraxan.

Hagrid would love to buy some fifty-year-old vintages.

The box was also lined with pillows, fluffy blankets, and various chubby chicken plush toys. There was even a dragon figurine.

Hagrid really treated the Blast-Ended Skrewt like a giant baby.

"We'll lead them in," Hagrid said, "And then put the lid back on and see what happens."

Unfortunately, the Blast-Ended Skrewt doesn't hibernate, nor does it like being stuffed into a box lined with pillows.

The Blast-Ended Skrewt rampaged through the pumpkin, and the ground was already littered with smoldering fragments of boxes.

Many students scattered and ran away.

"Hey, don't scare them!" Hagrid was still shouting.

After class, William and Cho stayed behind to help Hagrid clean up the mess.

After a chaotic battle, only five of the original ten Blast-Ended Skrewt remained.

He seemed very sad.

Those were all his children, born of his own blood and flesh!

"Um... Hagrid, we have less than two hundred days until the exam," Qiu said after a long pause.

"Oh, don't worry, I know what I'm doing. I won't keep teaching Blast-Ended Skrewt forever." Hagrid seemed genuinely prepared.

"I've specially set some biology requirements for your Office/Warehouse/Ls exams. Wait a minute, they're very special."

Autumn gave William a wink.

William sighed and could only advise, "Hagrid, stop using those dangerous creatures. Try something like Unicorn."

"Danger?" Hagrid shook his head. "I won't bring you dangerous creatures! I know what I'm doing."

After hearing this sentence, William and Qiu didn't know where to start complaining.

"Besides, no wizard with a sound mind would want to study Unicorn instead of Manticore!"

William thought to himself:

"No... you're the only one who's not normal!"

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