"I'm not going." Vivi said regretfully, "The Ministry of Magic still has a lot of work waiting for me to complete. You know, the merger of the two countries' Ministries of Magic is really a big deal. I've reached my limit just coming out to see Harry's match..."
"Then I won't keep you." Harry reached out and grabbed Vivi's thigh twice, "When I'm on vacation, I'll come to Vienna to find you and have fun."
"Then I'll wait for you." Vivi smiled and rubbed Harry's head, then disappeared in place using Apparition Displacement.
After Vivi left, Harry looked at Cassandra, "What about you? Won't you come and celebrate with me?"
Cassandra raised her head, very proud.
"I will just..."
Before finishing her sentence, Harry grabbed her little hand.
"Let's go together, um... Let me think, how about we go to the Gryffindor Common Room together? I heard they're having a very lively celebration party tonight, and I think we can join in, what do you think?"
"Ha." Cassandra tugged at the corners of her mouth, but the arc was upward.
Knowing Cassandra well, Harry of course knew she was already on board. He turned to Pabi and asked, "What about you?"
"Me?" Pabi chuckled, "Hehe, sure, I'll go with you guys too—but will the Gryffindor Common Room welcome us?"
"Of course they will!" Harry patted his chest, "The Gryffindor fellows are the most welcoming."
Sure enough, when they walked into the Gryffindor Common Room, it erupted once again with cheers and chatter.
Tables and chairs were piled with cake mountains, along with jugs of pumpkin juice and butter beer.
Lee Jordan set off some Feiliba Fireworks, stars and sparks twinkling in the air.
Dean Thomas, talented in painting, hung several eye-catching new banners, all depicting Harry using a magic spell to repel the Hungarian Tree Bee and smashing the Fire Dragon with stones.
In the Common Room, not only Gryffindors were present, but Hufflepuff's Cedric and a group of badgers sat nearby cheering for Harry; Even Slytherin's Draco wasn't to be outdone, bringing along his two henchmen, Crabbe and Gall, to cheer.
Though those two henchmen... looked quite dull.
"We're doing alright, aren't we? Of course!"
Ravenclaw's Luna sat in the corner, with peculiar glasses on her eyes—like two little hands.
Gryffindor's ghosts were also all gathered, such a rare occasion over a century deserved a celebration.
Including the Slytherin ghost Sebastian, along with Omnius hanging nearby, all applauding to celebrate Harry.
"Wow, it's quite something, a bit heavy." Lee Jordan weighed the golden egg Harry placed on the table with both hands and said, "Quick, open it, Harry! Let us see what's inside!"
"He should solve the clue himself," Hermione hurriedly said, "The tournament regulations stipulate..."
"Rules are dead, but people are alive," Harry said with a smile, "As they say, pooling wisdom isn't a bad thing to involve everyone."
"Alright, come on, Harry, open it!" Several people responded.
Lee handed the golden egg to Harry, who dug his nails into the groove around the egg and pried it open.
Inside was empty, nothing at all—but as soon as Harry opened it, an extremely terrifying, piercing, screeching noise filled the entire room.
Harry had only heard a similar sound at Nearly Headless Nick's deathday party, it was the racket played by the ghost band on musical saws.
"Close it fast!" Fred shouted, covering his ears.
Harry slammed the golden egg shut.
"What was that?" Seamus Finnigan stared at the golden egg and asked, "Seems like a banshee's scream... Harry, maybe next time you have to pass by a banshee!"
"Sounds like someone being tortured!" Neville said—his face pale, sausage meat scattered everywhere, "You're dealing with a Drilling Curse!"
"Don't talk nonsense, Neville, that's illegal," George said, "They can't cast Drilling Curse on warriors—I think the sound's somewhat like Percy singing... Maybe you have to attack him in the shower, Harry."
"Care for a jam tart, Hermione?" He asked again.
Hermione suspiciously eyed the plate he offered.
Fred grinned.
"Don't worry," he said, "I didn't do anything to them. What you need to watch out for are the custard cookies—"
Neville just bit into a custard cookie, choked upon hearing that, and spat the cookie out.
Fred laughed heartily at the sight.
"Just joking, Neville..."
Hermione picked up a jam tart and then said, "Did you get all these from the kitchen, Fred?"
"Yep." Fred said cheerfully, looking at her. He squeezed out a sharp noise, imitating a house-elf, "'We can prepare everything for you, sir, anything!' They're really enthusiastic... Just a hint of my hunger and they'd roast me a whole cow."
"But they wouldn't roast you a whole cow." Ron said, curling his lip, "Though they're diligent, they wouldn't waste food like that for you."
"No, they wouldn't for you," Fred retorted, "Because they know your appetite is off—but I could, Fred and I could eat a whole cow."
Ron rolled his eyes; he was too lazy to argue back against Fred's words.
"What do you think?" Harry looked up and asked Pabi, but as he looked up, he couldn't see Pabi's face at all.