At this time, Bagman's voice resounded throughout the audience again, interrupting their conversation: "Please wait a moment, spectators! We need to clean up the battlefield at this time to create a relatively fair environment for the next three warriors, and the current venue is in a state of chaos!"

After a few more moments, Ludo Bagman's voice came with a full breath:

"Now for the next Warrior, as the only lady of the four, how will Miss Delacour behave?

"Alright, we have to go back now, how about it, two headmasters, your doubts should be explained, right?" Dumbledore asked.

Karkaroff shook his robe hard, making a stabbing sound, and then followed Dumbledore back, while Lady Maxime trotted back, a nervous look on her face, and the precious opal ornament around her neck made a crisp sound as she ran, because the next warrior was Fleur Delacour, from Beauxbatons School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, her beloved protégé.

And Moody's magic eye on the side, at this time, turned lively, looked at Malfoy appreciatively, looked very satisfied, and the cane stomped on the ground.

"Well done. He said approvingly.

"Go and see Madam Pomfrey, maybe there's something unseen hurt, and you don't notice. Professor McGonagall said with concern.

"yes, yes, Draco, go ahead, the emergency tent is over there. Narcissa chimed in.

Madam Pomfrey was now standing at the entrance of the second tent, looking anxious, dressed in a white nurse's uniform and wearing a white hat, looking in the direction of the field from time to time, listening to Bagman's explanation, and thinking that the first warrior should be here soon.

Sure enough, she immediately saw Malfoy walking in the direction of the tent she was in, his steps steady, not like he was injured.

"Oh my God, Merlin blessed, it's really not hurt. After a cursory examination, Madam Pomfrey looked astonished, and could not help but have a look of joy on her face.

The tent was divided into cubicles by several strips of white canvas, and since Malfoy was the first to appear, he was the only one here.

"Come, warrior, give you a towel and wipe your sweat. The kind head nurse handed Malfoy a crisp white towel, "It's unscathed, but it's okay to clean up, those big dragons don't like to brush their teeth and take a bath." The lady's face immediately filled with disgust at the mention of the dragons, and she complained, "Last year it was the Dementors, this year it was the Fire Dragon, what are they going to bring into this school next?" ”

This is the occupational disease of medical staff, who have an instinctive aversion to the danger that will cause patients.

"There may also be a fried tail snail crossed by Mr. Hagrid, an expert in the cultivation of dangerous organisms. Malfoy held this sentence in his heart and did not say it.

Suddenly, a heavenly singing voice penetrated through the tent, and the melodious female voice seemed mysterious and distant, quiet and elegant, as if with magic power that made people involuntarily want to close their eyes and revel in it.

Suddenly, the beautiful singing came to an abrupt halt, and then the boiling voices burst out, mingling with Bagman's narration and coming through the tent.

"This warrior from Beauxbatons has succeeded! The fire dragon seems to be completely captivated by her! Fell into a deep sleep! Of course, I think the audience here is the same, involuntarily intoxicated, I think she can hold a solo concert in the future, and I have to say that the warrior's costume is also very correct today! It looked very smart and neat, with a simple aesthetic, and I bet that if she had been wearing a long dress, she would never have been able to pass the dragon easily, even if it was almost asleep. ”

After a short while, the crowd stopped, and Fleur should have left the arena and walked towards the tent.

"Come in, child!" Madam Pomfrey ran over at this point, took Fleur through the tent, led her to a chair, and put on a broad coat for her, who seemed to shiver a little from the cold outside.

"Thank you. Fleur said, her face was still a little pale, the game just now was still a little difficult for her, there was a feeling that her fate was not under her control, she was afraid that she would wake up the fire dragon with a mistake.

But she succeeded, even perfectly, and after hearing the applause of the audience and Madame Maxim's approving smile, she felt that it was all worth it.

"Congratulations, it looks like it's working well. Malfoy's voice crossed the canvas and congratulated Fleur.

"Thank you. Fleur said that just as she was about to ask Malfoy how he had made it, Madam Pomfrey lifted the canvas and came over with bottles and cans of steaming potions.

"I took a look, you have a little sprained ankle, you still need to drink some medicine, it's not good to affect the second task. Madam Pomfrey shook her head, then pointed to another steaming cup and said, "It's freshly boiled sweet ginger juice, don't catch a cold." ”

Then Madam Pomfrey took out her wand and waved it lightly in the direction of Fleur's wound, and Fleur immediately felt a cool sensation spread up from her calf, and some of the hot pain was immediately relieved, and the narrow wound began to heal slowly at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Even though the dragon was asleep, its tail would still subconsciously swing to defend itself, and she was injured just to dodge it, crashing into a piece of rubble.

Suddenly, a wave of sleepiness came over Fleur, and she quickly leaned back in her chair and fell asleep on her chair by using her inherited talent to cast a spell of enchantment on the fire dragon, and perhaps some calming ingredients were added to the medicine brought by Madam Pomfrey.

After a while, the third warrior, Victor Krum, had finished his mission and entered the tent, untouched, but a little ugly and depressed.

The last warrior, Harry Potter, ended the fight faster than they had imagined, almost as Krum entered the tent with his front foot and followed him with his back foot, but he was not as lucky as Krum, he was injured in the shoulder, and then Madam Pomfrey cleaned his wound with a smoking, foul-smelling purple liquid, and then she stabbed Harry in the shoulder with her wand, and he felt that the wound healed immediately.