December came and went by quickly, with little for Harry to think about beyond the Yule Ball, his own self-training and trying to unlock the mystery of the golden egg he won from the First Task. With the latter, Harry had made absolutely no progress in figuring out what to do. Every time he opened the egg, that unholy screeching would have him immediately scrambling to close it before his eardrums exploded. Honestly he was starting to believe Seamus Finnegan’s theory that he was going to fight a banshee. At least if that were true, Harry could always try cutting a banshee’s head off just to get it to shut up.