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CHAPTER THIRTEEN

After the first task, Gryffindor House celebrated Harry's victory as they usually do: they threw a huge party in the common room, which involved Fred, George, and Lee stealing food from the kitchens.

As everyone rallied around Harry, cheering and applauding, Fred and George lifted him onto their shoulders. Harry allowed his golden egg to be passed around the room.

"Yes, Harry!" George cheered.

"Knew you wouldn't die, Harry," said Fred. "Lose a leg."

"Or an arm."

"Pack it in altogether?"

"Never!" they chorused.

The egg ended up in the hands of Seamus Finnigan.

"Uh oh," said Angelina. "Hope he doesn't blow it up."

"Don't be so rude," Olivia said, laughing. She knew the fourth-year boy had an affinity for blowing things up.

Seamus quieted the common room and then kissed the golden egg. "Go on, Harry," he said, giving it back to him. "What's the clue?"

Harry held up the egg. "Who wants me to open it?" he asked. Everyone cheered. "Do you want me to open it?" More cheers. They were all interested in what the clue for the second task of the Triwizard Tournament was. So Harry opened the golden egg, and they were all met with a not-so-welcome surprise. The egg was letting out a terrible scream, so loud and so high pitched everyone covered their ears. Fred and George were so shocked by the noise that they forgot they were holding Harry when they covered their ears and dropped him. As quick as he could, Harry closed the egg, ending the horrific screeching, much to the relief of literally everyone.

"Bet Slytherin heard that all the way down in the dungeons," Alicia commented.

Later that evening, the party was still going strong. Olivia was looking at all of the food that was set out and was reaching for a custard cream when George rushed over to her.

"No, no, no," he warned frantically. "Not those. Anything but those."

Olivia chuckled. "Why? What'd you do?" she asked.

"Promise not to put me in detention?"

"I wouldn't dream of it."

"Very well, then. They're hexed. Anyone who eats them will turn into a large canary. Fred and I like to call them Canary Creams."

"So you made them?"

"Mhm. And there's more where that came from, we have lots of other things. Just this past summer we slipped Harry's Muggle cousin something called a Ton-Tongue Toffee."

"Oh, my. Do I even wanna know what that does?"

"It makes one's tongue grow at an alarming rate."

"And you gave that to a Muggle?"

"Okay, before you say anything, he's a git and he deserved it. Also, my dad fixed him and Mum confiscated everything we had made at the time. But little does she know..."