When they walked into the Gryffindor common room, there was another burst of cheers and chatter.
There were mountains of cakes on the tables and chairs, as well as jugs of pumpkin juice and butter beer.
Lee Jordan set off some laborious fireworks, and the air was filled with stars and sparks.
Dean Thomas, who was good at painting, hung up several eye-catching new banners, including the scene of Ron riding a crossbow and flying around the China fireball, and the scene of Elwyn using a magic barrier to resist the flames and defeat the fire dragon.
The huge banner in the middle kept changing, and on it, Elwyn stood alone out of the crowd, holding his wand high.
Opposite him was the ferocious and terrible dragon, baring its fangs and spitting flames from its mouth.
The next second, the scene changed, and the dragon flew backward like a bug.
Under the banner, all the Gryffindor people were celebrating, laughing and eating delicious food.
Everyone came to talk to Elwyn and Ron, asking for more details, and many people thanked Elwyn.
They were also in the stands, and if Elwyn hadn't saved them, they might have been hit by the fireball.
Ron was no longer so nervous. He had passed the first project, and the second one would be three months later.
"My God, this thing is heavy!" Lee Jordan held the golden egg on the table and weighed it with both hands.
"Of course, I bet it's pure gold!"
"Open it, Ron, let's see what's inside!"
"Come on, open it!" several people responded.
"Okay!" Ron muttered, also very curious.
He took the golden egg from Lee, dug his fingernails into a ring of grooves on the golden egg, and pried the egg open.
It was empty, and there was nothing inside.
But the moment Ron opened it, an extremely terrifying, ear-piercing scream filled the entire room.
They had only heard something like this before at Nick's death party, when a ghost band played with a musical saw.
"Close it now!" Fred shouted as he covered his ears with his hands.
Ron slammed the golden egg shut and panted heavily.
"What's that?"
"It's all scary noises. Maybe it's the guy we need to deal with in the next project."
"Like a ghoul," said Seamus Finnegan. "You may have to pass by one next time, Ron!"
"No, it seems like someone is being tortured and is screaming in pain!" Neville said with a pale face. He scattered the sausages on the ground and looked at Ron anxiously. "You, you have to deal with the Heart Drilling Curse!"
"Don't be silly, Neville. That's illegal!" George said, "They can't cast a curse on a warrior. I think it sounds like Percy is singing. Maybe you're going to attack him while he's taking a shower."
"Haha, in a way, Percy is even scarier than Huo Long."
The noise was the singing of a mermaid. It would only work if the golden egg was placed underwater, but Elwyn didn't say it out loud.
After everyone made wild guesses, Ron put the golden egg away.
He didn't want to rely on anyone's help. He wanted to solve the riddle on his own as a warrior.
After going through the baptism of Huo Long, Ron had indeed grown a lot.
Regardless of whether he succeeded or not, it was a good sign.
"Let's talk about something else. Don't just sit there. Would you like a cream omelet, Hermione?"
Hermione looked suspiciously at the plate he handed over. Fred grinned maliciously.
"Don't worry!" he said. "I didn't do anything to them. What you need to pay attention to are the biscuits."
Neville had just taken a bite of the biscuit when he heard this and choked, spitting it out.
Fred and George laughed and looked at Neville.
"I was just joking, Neville."
"Speaking of that!" Hermione picked up a cream omelet. "You brought all these things from the kitchen, Fred?!"
"Yes." Fred said, looking at her with a smile.
He made a shrill, ear-piercing sound, imitating the house-elf. "We can prepare everything for you, sir. Anything! They are so kind. As soon as I say I'm a little hungry, they'll roast a cow for me. "
"How did you get in?" Hermione asked casually, as if nothing had happened.
"Very convenient!" Fred said. "There's a door hidden behind the painting of a bowl of fruit. You just need to gently scratch the pear, and it will eat and laugh, and then …"
He suddenly stopped and looked at her warily.
"What's wrong? Why do you ask?"
"Nothing." Hermione said quickly.
"You want to lead the house-elves to go on strike again, right?!" George asked. "You're going to give up on those leaflets and stuff, and mobilize them to rebel?"
A few people giggled, but Hermione didn't answer.
Based on Elwyn's understanding of her, Hermione was obviously planning to do so.
"Don't mess with their minds and tell them that they have to wear clothes and get paid!" Fred warned Hermione, kicking Elwyn under the table. "You'll make them not want to cook!"
Elwyn couldn't persuade Hermione to give up on fighting for the rights of the house-elves.
Moreover, he had made it clear that he would support her, even though Elwyn hadn't actually done anything.
Just then, Neville suddenly turned into a big canary, temporarily distracting everyone's attention.
"Oh, I'm sorry, Neville!" Fred ignored Hermione and hurriedly jumped up and shouted in the midst of everyone's laughter. "I forgot, this is our enchanted cookie, the finished canary cookie!"
In less than a minute, Neville took off his feathers. When all the feathers fell off, he looked completely normal again.
He even laughed along with the others, thinking that this transformation cookie was very funny.
George explained to Elwyn that he and Fred had been experimenting since the summer vacation and constantly made improvements. Now that they had taken out the finished product, it was a step further and more interesting than the transformation candy that made Dudley grow a pig's tail.
"Come on, this is a canary cookie!" Fred shouted to the excited crowd. "This is the latest product that George and I invented, the most perfect transformation state. Seven silver silvers for a piece. You can order now, it's very cheap!"
Interested little wizards ordered from him one after another. Weasley's joke products were now very popular.
Whenever a new product appeared, it was often in short supply. Many people even bought it and sold it to students from other academies.
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