The Secret of the Golden Egg

It snowed heavily overnight in the Ottery St Catchpole.

At dawn, a soft slap came from the bed. The young, charming witch raised her hand and slapped her smooth forehead, sitting up sleepily.

She looked around, trying to figure out where she was... then, looking at the surrounding furnishings, she remembered that she was in William's room.

But the boy seemed to have gotten up long ago and was no longer in the room.

Okay, after glancing at the clock on the wall... Hermione realized it was almost 11 a. m.

She slept for so long!

On the bedside table, there was a cup of warm Potions.

Hermione knew it was a hangover cure just by smelling it.

When she returned to the small house last night, she clung to William again, drank quite a bit of alcohol, and after a nap, she is naturally in some pain now.

She picked up the cup, expecting it to be bitter, but to her surprise, William had thoughtfully added honey, making it taste unexpectedly good.

After a few minutes, the headache finally subsided... Hermione's drowsiness also dissipated considerably.

Although it was already the dead of winter, the temperature inside was quite comfortable. Alchemical items, such as heaters, were placed in the corners to maintain the warmth.

The girl, wrapped in a pure white France velvet blanket, got up, got out of bed barefoot, walked to the window, and pulled open the thick curtains and the window.

Sunlight streamed in through the glass.

Hermione squinted at the thick snow in the yard, feeling inexplicably happy.

As soon as the window was opened, a blast of cold air rushed into the room.

Hermione admired the snow scene for a while, but couldn't stand the winter chill, and quickly closed the window while shivering.

She skipped and hopped back to her warm bed, resting her head on the teddy bear pillow Anne had given her.

It's still most comfortable in bed.

She absolutely didn't want to get out of bed!

Hermione continued to sleep soundly, deliberately waiting for William to come and wake her up.

I probably felt that it was not good to be so decadent, so I hid under the quilt and muttered for a long time, and finally poked my head out and looked at the door.

But William still didn't come.

With her ears tilted to the side and hearing no sound from downstairs, Hermione suddenly felt a little empty inside.

She was no longer sleepy and got up to get dressed absentmindedly.

The dress she took off last night had disappeared from the rack, while her clean clothes had been placed on the rack by William beforehand.

After changing her clothes and washing up in the bathroom, the girl wasn't in the mood to fix her messy hair anymore, and simply opened the door.

She walked up the stairs to the living room on the first floor.

The living room was empty and felt cold and deserted, but breakfast was still warm in the kitchen.

Hermione, whose life was no longer small, was somewhat dazed and lost in thought when a thought occurred to her:

William wouldn't have abandoned her and gone back to school alone, would he?

William appeared in Apparition at the doorway, crossed the wooden bridge, stepped through the snow, and entered the yard.

He was somewhat lost in thought when he saw Hermione leaning against the wooden door, waiting for his return.

What are you doing here? It's so cold outside.

"Where did you go without saying a word!" Hermione, sounding a little aggrieved.

"I went to buy groceries. We haven't been home for so long, there's not much food left, not enough for Christmas."

William walked to the door, took Hermione's hand, and breathed warm air on it.

"You didn't even tell me. I thought you'd left me and gone back to school alone."

William tapped her forehead and asked curiously, "Why would I go back to school? Besides, I was thinking of asking you to come with me this morning."

You just grunted in response and turned your back to continue sleeping.

"Oh, is that so?" Hermione was taken aback.

She has absolutely no recollection!

"Yes, that's it." William pulled Hermione into the house.

"Your body doesn't hurt anymore?"

"It hurts! My whole body aches, especially my legs. They feel like they're filled with lead."

Hermione sat down on the sofa and then rolled over.

"That's right, it's supposed to hurt. You danced for so long last night, and then you dragged me to keep dancing after we got back."

"After that, we were up for most of the night. How could it not hurt?" William said speechlessly.

Hermione's pretty face flushed bright red.

"After lunch, go soak in some muscle-relaxing medicine, and you'll be almost fine," William said.

They had used this Potions many times. After each combat training session, their whole bodies ached, but soaking in it would quickly make them feel better.

"But I haven't had breakfast yet," Hermione said, sticking out her tongue.

William rolled his eyes at her.

Breakfast was out of the question; it was already noon. William left the ingredients in the kitchen and started cooking.

Hermione initially pretended to help, but after a while, she said she was injured and needed to rest.

She made a face and ran to the door to Yeti.

I don't know if my body hurts or not.

On the kitchen countertop, William had specially prepared an area to house the Goblet of Goblet of Fire, with the pot resting on the blue flames.

He waved his wand, and the egg automatically shattered and jumped into the pot, while the shell fell into the Goblet of Fire along with the flames, where it was given to the two dragons to eat.

This is totally energy-saving and environmentally friendly!

After preparing the meal, Hermione also built two Yeti: William and Hermione.

It's just a slight twist, but it looks terribly ugly.

William didn't dare say it aloud, but kept praising her for the lifelike way she made the sculpture, which earned him a kiss from the girl.

After lunch, William took Hermione to the bathroom.

There was already a rosewood bathtub with rising steam, and the heat made it smell wonderful even though there was no perfume.

William reached out to test the water temperature and asked with a smile, "Do you need my help?"

"No!" Hermione shook her head shyly.

"Actually, I'm also a little sore. I danced for too long last night, and a lot of lactic acid has accumulated in my body, so I need to release it."

William continued, "How about we both go together..."

"Rogue!!"

After pushing William out of the bathroom, Hermione closed the wooden door but didn't lock it. Instead, she leaned against the door and eavesdropped for a while.

Hearing footsteps approaching downstairs, she breathed a sigh of relief, but then felt a strange sense of loss.

She walked to the bathtub, rustled as she took off her clothes, and like a Merpeople, she plunged into the water.

Hermione's entire fluffy head was submerged in the water. She held her breath, covered her burning face, and cursed herself for being shameless.

With William on her mind, she silently told herself:

I need to think about something else and shift my focus.

right,

Golden Egg!

It hasn't been cracked yet.

Hermione stared at the bucket of water, then suddenly had a brilliant idea and stood up abruptly.

Large swaths of her skin, as white as jade, were exposed to the air, but the girl didn't seem to care. Instead, she took her Safety Watch.

She took out a Golden Egg, returned to the water, and pondered for a while.

Hermione sank the Golden Egg to the bottom of the water, and she herself sank as well.

William sat in the living room, designing renovation plans for the cottage.

He gained a lot of inspiration from Voldemort's Horcrux cave, and he'll definitely have to put it all into practice in his own house.

What may have belonged to Voldemort before, now belongs to him!

Just then, a scream rang out; he heard Hermione calling him anxiously.

William thought something had happened and rushed over.

He opened the bathroom door and stared in disbelief.

Hermione stood in the barrel, her alluring upper body bare, holding the Golden Egg in her hand.

Seeing William staring at her, Hermione screamed, released the Golden Egg, covered her breasts, and quickly slid into the water.

"I didn't see anything!" William tried to cover up his mistake, then composed himself and asked, "What happened?"

Hermione submerged in the water, leaving only her head above water.

Her face had never been so red before, and she bit her lip as she said:

"The Golden Egg! I've unlocked the secret of the Golden Egg!"

"Oh, what's the secret?"

William walked casually to the bathtub, staring intently at the girl.

Hermione swallowed hard and said softly, "You can only see them underwater."

"Shall I take a look?"

Hermione said in a voice barely above a whisper, "Then stick your head underwater!"

She warned, "Don't look anywhere else!"

William held his breath and plunged his head into the barrel.

Hermione also dived down, opened the Golden Egg, and came out some strange sounds, singing in unison:

Find us!

Where our voices rang out,

We cannot sing on the ground.

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 completely disappeared.

Never to appear again.

The music stopped, but William didn't listen at all; his eyes were elsewhere, not on the Golden Egg.

Just as he was about to leave, he felt a pair of hands grab him.

Hermione suddenly grabbed William, like a Merpeople, and dragged him into the barrel.

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