There is a rather terrifying legend at Hogwarts - whether it is when disaster strikes, or when public opinion surges, or when natural disasters come, man-made disasters occur, or even the entire wizarding world is involved in war, and so on, even at the most critical time, at that critical moment, Hogwarts is still - no classes!

Well, Hogwarts, a nearly thousand-year-old school, is so powerful!

Therefore, the situation where students collectively miss a professor's improvement class is definitely an accident - even more stable, the professor also has a part-time job called the vice principal, and the vice president is still presiding over most of the school's work...

Therefore, as the head of Hufflepuff, it is normal and reasonable for Professor Sprout to be invited, and Allen, as the prefect, naturally becomes the best object of inquiry - prefect, who do you go to if something happens?

In short, Alan has made the pot strong - if it weren't for the fact that he was still a contestant, it was estimated that he would be locked up for a lot of time this time.

Of course, the most important thing is the reason why the excuse of pulling classmates to help the staff is very effective on the professors' side - after all, in the eyes of the professors, the concept of the honor of the competition or something, it can be used as a leave of absence without discount.

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Reluctantly looking for an excuse to coax the professors over, Alan wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and found that a new problem was in front of him.

That is - how to fight tomorrow?

This is a real problem.,It's hard to explain to your classmates if it's too fast.,It's not easy to explain to the professor.,And as far as he's concerned.,There's a big problem here.,The control of dragons is too strict.,But the system still has a demand for it.,Put eight dragons here.,Or let him do whatever he wants.,It's a little sorry for not doing things.。。。

Brain pain - Alan pondered for a long time, but he didn't find any way to do things, after all, there were a bunch of referees standing there, for others, maybe they were here to protect the lives of the contestants, but for Allen, they just stopped themselves from doing things!!

Therefore, the day before the competition, Alan finally began to worry about tomorrow's tournament like any other normal player...

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Tuesday was fast approaching, and although there was a major tournament in the afternoon, and the fact that there was a tournament in the morning was very appealing, especially the fact that they were still informed by Professor McGonagall at the dinner table when they were gathered, it made Alan wonder if Hogwarts was ready to pass on his good traditions this time, but no one cared about it at the moment.

As an alternative to Quidditch, the Triwizard Tournament has been attracting everyone's attention since the beginning of the school year, and today, even though the school is still not closed in the morning, it still manages to attract the attention of all students.

All the students were notified of their arrival, and they chattered and filled the auditorium—but for Eren and the eight warriors, it was a no-brainer.

Professor McGonagall led Alan and them around the edge of the Forbidden Forest, towards where the dragon was. The bush where the field could have been seen had now been erected to block the dragons, and the entrance to the tent was facing them.

Despite being told to be careful several times along the way, Professor McGonagall took the trouble to repeat it again.

"Well, don't be nervous," she said, "and keep a cool head." We've got some wizards on the side, Harry. If things don't go well, they'll come up to control the situation, and most importantly make the most of your own abilities - as for Alan, don't take the game as child's play, this time you're dealing with very dangerous creatures, and I want you to win safely and not get hurt. ”

"No problem. The two replied in unison, especially Allen, with an expression that I was obedient and absolutely not troublesome.

It was about the two of them whose steady expressions were recognized, and Professor McGonagall nodded and motioned for them to enter.

The tent was empty at the moment, and it was clear that they were the first to arrive, so Alan pulled out a chair and sat down, and motioned for Harry to sit next to him - to be honest, if it hadn't been for today... Ahem, Alan is definitely taking advantage of the moment to scare Harry.

But for now, it's better to just talk a little bit and be done.

In fact, the two of them didn't talk for a few words - after half a day, all the warriors came in one after another, but fortunately, the tent was big enough that even if all eight warriors were crowded in, it didn't look very crowded.

Among them, in addition to Windsor, Allen was also familiar with the two teases on the Brazilian side, but the two warriors obviously didn't want to say hello much at the moment, their faces were quite pale, their leg muscles were a little stiff, and they obviously knew the content of the game in advance.

To be precise - everyone present knows what they have to face, but everyone's psychological tolerance is different, and the performance is different.

Anyway, it's just eight fire dragons, one person is divided, no one is much better, is it?

Alan was quite happy to admire the statue - except for Harry, everyone present had a nervous expression, even the most calm Windsor had the expression that Alan had seen in the past as if he was facing an OL exam.

So, Harry, who was originally smiling silly, had a serious expression at the moment - he was not a natural optimist, as a child who grew up in a Muggle family who only entered the wizarding world later, he really didn't know much about fire dragons, and his ability to be so relaxed was completely due to the confidence that Alan gave him, but now looking at the performance of people from other schools, it would be complete lying to make him a fourth-grader not afraid.

Therefore, Alan was still happily looking at others, but his eyes turned to Harry - a child who was originally quite happy, now the muscles in his face froze, and he looked even more stupid...

But before he could make a few teases to lighten the mood, Bagman appeared - he put on the old Hornets shirt again, apparently trying to reinforce his impression of being a Quidditch star in order to gain more popularity in later years, after all, his fans of the year had already started a family, and the shirt would bring back memories of the past.

"Alright, I'm glad you're all here, and I hope I'm not too late—it's time to give you a briefing!" said Bagman gleefully, "and when the audience is gathered, I'm going to take turns handing this bag to each of you." ”

He held up a purple silk sack and shook it at all the warriors—"Pick out from it the little model of the thing you're going to be up against! I have one more thing to tell you, well, your mission is to pick up the golden eggs!"

The preface to what he said didn't match the afterword, but everyone present knew exactly what he was talking about—crossing the fire dragon and getting the golden egg.

Unfortunately, everyone couldn't show that they understood - cheating or something obviously couldn't show it, so Bagman was temporarily embarrassed.

"Well, ladies and gentlemen—I almost forgot to say, to be exact, you're dealing with a fiery dragon. This time he got the effect he wanted—the crowd had the right expressions of surprise and fear, especially the latter, which didn't need to be disguised at all...

As they spoke, the sound of footsteps and conversation could be heard outside the tent - it was clear that the melon-eating crowd had begun to gather.

Bagman had apparently left them some time to come to terms with the fact, but it was a short time—it barely took long for him to untie the purple silk bag.

"Come on, ladies first. He said as he handed the bag to Fleur Delacour.

She reached into the sack with a trembling hand and pulled out a small, delicate model of a dragon—a Welsh green dragon with a number tied around its neck: Two.

Then there was another warrior from Beauxbatons - she was slightly better than Fleur, but her face was still pale, and when she pulled it out, everyone was surprised to find that she had to deal with a Welsh green dragon like Fleur, but it was Seven.

Well, Beauxbatons should be a lot less tearing this time, after all, their warriors are dealing with the same guys.

The next draw was Windsor, who got the No. 3 pick and a Swedish short-nosed dragon.

Then there's Krum, who takes on another short-nosed dragon.

The two Brazilian warriors won a tree bee and the only Chinese fireball dragon.

It's Harry this time.

He put his hand in with a stiff arm, and his face turned a lot whiter—One, the last Swedish short-nosed dragon.

As for Allen, don't ask—the last and last tree bee.

"Alright, you've all got it!" said Bagman, "you've all drawn the dragon you're going to face, and the number around its neck is the order in which you went to fight the dragon, understand? Harry, you're the first, you walk into that field as soon as you hear the whistle, you know? So before the game, Harry, I'm going to say a few words to you, the rest of us are ready here, Harry, you come with me outside. ”

Gotta - the help of the gambler.

After all, the odds on Harry's side are too high, how could this guy Bagman give up, he must have cheated by taking advantage of his position, but if he saw through it or not, Alan shook his head and ignored it directly.

It didn't take long for Harry to return, and the shock on his face hadn't erased - it was clear that he hadn't figured out why they were doing this for him.

If Harry had read the East, he would have wondered what had just happened like the Dragon's Aotian pattern - a wizard he had never seen before bowed his head and then helped him through it without saying a word...

Everyone present looked at each other curiously, and it was clear that everyone was watching their game, but they were all curious about what Harry had heard—but before anyone could ask, a shrill whistle sounded from nearby.

"It's game on, hurry up Harry—" Alan encouraged with a smile on his face.

"Okay—Alan, is that really okay?"

"No problem, don't worry. Ellen comforted him again.

Apparently, Harry was frightened by the others' fears, and after being encouraged again, he turned around and left the tent directly.

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Taking a deep breath, Harry left the tent.

It would be a complete lie to say that he wasn't in his heart at the moment - he was just about to tell Alan that Bagman was trying to help him outside the tent and tell him a way to get him through the game.

Although he refused, there was no doubt that Bagman was not very sure that he would make it through the match.

At the same time, the frightened performance of the others also put a lot of pressure on him - after all, it was a living fire dragon!

However, compared to those strangers, it was clear that Eren trusted him more - besides, like Eren said, fear can't stop the dragon, right?

He mustered up his courage and strode towards the field.

The Hogwarts people present clearly recognized him, and the noisy cheers and the occasional sarcastic sound suddenly spread, if it weren't for the spell in the audience that shielded the perception of the fire dragon and the spell that blocked the sound near the dragon, the fire dragon would have been woken up at this moment.

Before he even had time to say hello like Quidditch, Harry's eyes were on his opponent.

In the middle of the field, a beautiful dragon lay there, crouching low, guarding its nest of eggs, wings half-folded, eyes fixed on Harry—it was clear that Harry hadn't been in range yet, but it had already aroused its alarm.

It's a Swedish short-nosed dragon, but the most striking feature is not its short snout, but its silvery-blue scales, which look gorgeous in the sunlight and look like a work of art made of metal.

Unfortunately, whether it is its sharp fangs, sharp claws, or fierce eyes, they all tell everyone about its ferocity.

Honestly, if it weren't for the obscuring magic in the surrounding auditoriums and the fact that there was something on the ground that attracted most of the dragon's attention - its eggs, which might not have known who it was attacking at the moment, the dragon was not a pet to be watched, and just by looking at the fact that the dragon was listed as a game that would convince all wizards, you could have seen how dangerous it really was.

To be honest, Harry himself was a little stupid when he found this murder weapon - unlike the last time he went to see it from afar in the forest, this dragon was so close to him at the moment, and the huge body alone was enough to make many people daunted.

Feeling heartfelt to himself once more in Alan's words, Harry began to take a deep breath - and then, he was completely on his own.