Chapter 425: The Broken Chair

Chapter 425: The Broken Chair

Inside the Headmaster's Office—

"Are you sure?" Dumbledore's voice resonated deeply.

Felix nodded solemnly.

"Leave it to me next, Felix," Dumbledore took on the responsibility.

"Do you have a plan?" Felix asked in surprise. "Albus, there's no precedent for this. The snake is already dead. I can't make heads or tails of it for now, at least without sufficient time. There might be a glimmer of hope if given enough time..."

Dumbledore simply replied calmly, "I understand." Felix sensed the unspoken "that's all for now," excused himself voluntarily. He felt Dumbledore's considerations were diverging from his own, yet information was scarce. Nevertheless, as he said before, he wasn't prepared to give up; the soul was also a crucial magical subject.

However, his previous accumulation was almost reduced to nothing, making the prospect of achieving results in a short time seem bleak.

Felix stood by the window on the eighth floor of the castle, pondering to himself, "Instead of focusing on the soul, it might be better to direct attention to Voldemort. There are three very clear ways to deal with him—destroy the Horcruxes, eliminate the remnants of his soul, and capture Voldemort after his resurrection."

Standing at a height, he gazed at the faint lights flickering on the edge of the Forbidden Forest, unaware that, at this moment, an interesting adventure was unfolding on the Beauxbatons carriage—

The carriage's lights had nearly gone out, with only a dim night lamp still glowing. Fleur opened the door, stealthily slipping out of the room.

In her hands, she cradled a golden egg, tiptoeing towards Madame Maxime's private lavatory. Passing by a bedroom, the door creaked open. Jacqueline Bourdelle emerged from the room in her pajamas.

"Fleur? What are you—" Jacqueline was astonished, eyeing Fleur holding the golden egg, carefully inching along the wall.

Fleur muttered, "Oops," hurriedly covering Jacqueline's mouth. "Quiet! Don't wake Madame Maxime..."

Jacqueline blinked obediently.

When Fleur released her hand, she curiously examined Fleur, pausing for a few seconds at her bare feet.

"You're not wearing shoes?"

"I don't need to. The path is all carpeted, and I'm sticking close to the wall, untouched by anyone," Fleur said proudly, lifting her head. Jacqueline found her expression increasingly peculiar.

"Let me take you to a great place," Fleur decisively changed the subject.

In fact, after the first task, she hadn't been talking much with the other two champions. She thought them too timid, and the other two champions also felt disheartened and despondent all day.

They walked to the end of the carpeted path, entering the largest room at the center, where the enormous oakwood door alone stood at ten feet tall.

"This isn't Madame Maxime's—"

"Oh, I know," Fleur said. Approaching the door cautiously, she softly uttered the password. The door silently cracked open, and she slipped inside, leaving Jacqueline beside herself.

She's so adept at this...

Before she could react, a hand reached out from inside, grabbing her shoulder and pulling her into the room as well.

Before them lay a luxurious lavatory, with silver-tiled floors and walls, a massive branch-shaped chandelier hanging from the ceiling, casting a gentle light. Apart from the usual amenities, there was a separate large bathing area. Fleur handed the golden egg to Jacqueline, standing by the glass door of the bath, her eyes sparkling.

"Fleur, even if you want to bathe, it's not necessary to use Madame Maxime's lavatory sneakily," Jacqueline said, worriedly. If caught, they'd be in trouble.

"Don't worry, I've been here more than once," Fleur said, wrapping herself in a large towel, shimmering with a blue hue. "Let me show you the luxurious bath."

She pushed the door, fog filling the room, carrying the light fragrance preferred by Madame Maxime. Occupying most of the space was a gigantic bath that resembled a swimming pool. A wall along the corridor held a gilded dressing mirror, with two metal hooks nearby, holding towels as large as bedsheets. "I've been waiting for daytime to end," Fleur said cheerfully.

She swiftly removed her pajamas, revealing a swimsuit, seemingly prepared in advance. Fleur moved a bit on the spot, then dived into the water like a fish, swimming meters within the bath before surfacing, displaying an elegant mane of hair.

"Come on, Jacqueline," she invited, her voice echoing between the empty walls, forming a pleasant echo.

Jacqueline shook her head, holding onto the golden egg, walking to the side. Every few seconds, she glanced towards the direction of the door, fearing Madame Maxime might enter, although by all reasoning, she should have been asleep by now.

She stood by for a while, watching Fleur's agile strokes, resembling a beautiful mermaid, her silver hair and graceful neck appearing and disappearing in the mist. Fleur's natural charm even made her envious.

Holding the golden egg, her arm began to ache. She looked around and chose a beautiful lounge chair—a piece similar to other furnishings in the room, enormous. Placing the golden egg in the center, she laid down.

"Is that so..." Fleur pursed her lips. "I don't feel the same way."

"Madame Maxime! How did you get here?" Jacqueline exclaimed beside her ear.

Fleur felt somewhat bewildered; who was Jacqueline speaking to? Madame Maxime? Who was Madame Maxime?

Fleur abruptly opened her eyes, meeting a towering figure and piercing gaze. She let out a scream, jolting upright. "I-I-I'm terribly sorry, Madame Maxime. It's all my fault—I shouldn't have sneaked in and used your chair..."

However, Madame Maxime didn't quite catch Fleur's apology as another piercing, shrill cry filled the bathing chamber. The golden egg slipped from Fleur's grasp as she jerked upright, striking the indentation on top, causing it to spring open.

As it emitted an eerie screech and rolled, defying three pairs of eyes, it carved an arc, "Plop," and plunged into the water.

Fleur stood still for a moment, then obediently rose. "Madame Maxime, I'll retrieve the golden egg." Without daring to gauge Madame Maxime's reaction, she leaped into the spacious bath.

Onshore, Madame Maxime wore a stern expression as she inquired of Jacqueline, "Did Fleur drag you here?"

"N-no, we came together," Jacqueline replied nervously. "It's our first time—"

Madame Maxime snorted. "It might be your first time, but not necessarily Fleur's. I've long noticed her coveting this chair." Her annoyance wasn't directed at Fleur but rather at Hagrid.

She didn't know what had gotten into him lately. Every time he came to feed the symbol of the gods, he would subtly ask about any damage to the floating chair, even loudly boasting about his skill in fixing things, implying he could help if something broke.

Madame Maxime was quite irked by this, feeling that Hagrid was insinuating her weight was causing potential damage to the chair.

Tonight, unable to sleep because of Fleur's stubborn insistence on uncovering the golden egg's secrets and partly due to Hagrid, she sought solace in the bathing chamber, never expecting such an unexpected revelation.

Seeing Fleur poke her head out of the pool, looking at her with adoration, Madame Maxime smirked coldly. Today was the day to persuade Fleur; she felt no embarrassment. After all, she didn't think someone like Karkaroff would ensure fairness as promised.

After the first task, anyone believing Karkaroff's words would be utterly foolish.

As the saying goes, cheating has always been a tradition in the Triwizard Tournament. But when to cheat? Now was the perfect time. "Madame Maxime! I-I've discovered the golden egg's secret!" Fleur's excited cry interrupted her thoughts, and she glanced at Fleur skeptically.

"It's true! Let me sing it to you—'Find us where our voices sound, on the ground, we can't be found. When you seek, remember well: Purple for power; blue for wisdom; gold for, for—"

Fleur began to sing, her voice exquisitely enchanting, captivating those who listened. However, halfway through, Fleur stumbled. "Um, sorry, I forgot the rest. How about we all come down together?"

Half a minute later—

The three ladies emerged from the pool, shaking their hair, and Madame Maxime sank into thought. "So that's it. I assumed it would follow the four elements. The golden egg represents life, life refers to fire..."

Seating herself, she contemplated the clues provided by the golden egg. Soon enough, she also pondered the only place at Hogwarts that met the conditions: the Black Lake.

"It's said that the Black Lake houses many creatures: mermaids, giant squids, Grindylows..." Fleur murmured, patting Madame Maxime's shoulder.

"But do these three creatures symbolize wisdom, power, and growth?" Madame Maxime disagreed. "There must be something else; these are mere obstacles for the champions. You need to consider underwater survival and spellcasting in underwater combat. As for wisdom and growth... they're not something we can infer."

"You said it so well; why didn't I think of that?" Fleur smiled, enchantingly.

Madame Maxime shot her a glance but, after unraveling the golden egg's mystery, she wasn't inclined to pursue further. "Slightly to the left," she instructed, and Fleur's smile widened.

"Click-click-click."

Madame Maxime's chair suddenly emitted a rapid succession of sounds, the layer of air beneath her shimmered twice, then abruptly vanished.

The three women stared wide-eyed, Madame Maxime displaying the most astonishment.

Had she really broken the chair?

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