The atmosphere at school was very tense and exciting. Classes were closed at noon, giving the whole school time to go to the dragon circle below - of course, they didn't know what they would see there.

On race day, everyone was excited. The large banner made by the Slytherins has been completed, and the Slytherin image of the Silver Serpent and the Dragon. Nott understood Phoenix's idea of keeping the suspense until the end, so he added the dragon pattern by hand that morning, and Daphne and the others planned to wait for Phoenix to play in order to avoid unnecessary trouble.

Professor Snape hurried towards Phoenix in the auditorium. Many people looked at them.

"Phoenix, now the Warriors are going to go down down there -- you have to be ready to do the first project. ”

"Okay. Phoenix stood up as he spoke, and the people next to him stood up and cheered him on.

"Good luck, Phoenix," Melinda whispered, "you'll make it!"

Hermione mouth-shaped him and told him, "Good luck." Phoenix nodded and saw it.

He left the auditorium with Professor Snape. He accompanied Phoenix down the stone steps and outside, on a cold November afternoon.

"How are you preparing?" he asked, "Snape really wanted to fight dragons instead of Phoenix now, and if he died, no one would be able to resurrect Lily.

"This project was easier than I had imagined, and I began to think I was going to kill a dragon," Phoenix said malicely, "I can't afford to waste my research on magic for so long." ”

Professor Snape led him around the edge of the Forbidden Forest, towards where the dragon was. As they approached the bush where they could have seen the grounds, Phoenix found that a tent had been erected to block the dragons, and the entrance to the tent was facing them.

"You must go in with a few other warriors," said Professor Snape, looking worried, "and Mr. Bagman is in there—he will tell you the steps—good luck." ”

"Thank you. Phoenix smiled and walked inside.

Fleur Delacour sat on a low wooden stool in the corner. She was not at all as calm and composed, and her face was very pale and sickly. Krum looked even more gloomy than usual.

"Come on, nervous, sit casually. "Bagman is like a bartender.

Phoenix sat next to Fleur and put his right hand around her.

"Y-hmm" Fleur was about to push him away, but Phoenix's right arm gave her a strange serenity and serenity. I am no longer nervous and anxious about what I will face next. And it's very warm.

"It's much better now, isn't it. The more Phoenix looked at it, the more she felt that Fleur resembled the elf he had met a long time ago. It's just that she doesn't have long ears. Fleur didn't know if to say anything, and Phoenix just looked at her as if reminiscing about the past.

Bagman stood in the middle of the pale-faced warriors, like a big cartoon figure. He put on the old Hornets jersey again.

"Harry, that's great!" Bagman said cheerfully, "Come in, come in, relax, just like you were in your own home." ”

"Alright, now that we're all here - it's time to brief you on. "When the audience is gathered, I will pass this bag to each of you in turn," he said, "holding up a purple silk bag and shaking it at them," and "you pick out from it a small model of the thing you are going to face." They have different -- well---kinds. One more thing I want to tell you - ah, yes - your mission is to pick up golden eggs. ”

"Ladies first. He said, handing the bag to Fleur.

She put a trembling hand into the sack and pulled out a small, delicate model of a dragon—a Welsh green dragon with a number tied around its neck: two. Fleur didn't show the slightest surprise, but a look of resignation.

It's the same with Krum. He pulled out the bright red Chinese fireball, and the number one was tied around his neck. Without even blinking an eye, he sat down with his eyes fixed on the ground.

Phoenix reached into his pocket and pulled out the silver-blue Swedish short-nosed dragon with the number three tied around its neck. There was only the Hungarian Tree Peak Dragon left, and Harry reached into his silk pocket and pulled out the Hungarian Tree Bee, which was Number Four. As he looked down, the little dragon spread its wings, revealing its tiny fangs.

"Okay, you've all got it. "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?" Mr. Krum, you're the first, and you walked into the field as soon as you heard the whistle, you know? So--Harry-can I say a few words to you? Come outside?"

"Uh-yes. Harry said blankly. He stood up and went outside the tent with Bagman.

Fleur took the initiative to be by Phoenix's side, and was preempted by Phoenix before she could speak.

"Do you like me to hug you?" Phoenix said with a wicked grin.

"I just want to ask you—have you seen me before?" asked Fleur in a whisper, blushing slightly.

"No, it's just that you look like someone I know. ”

Somewhere the whistle sounded.

A moment later Harry returned to his tent. After a few seconds, they heard a commotion in the crowd, which meant that Krum had entered the arena and was facing a living creature that looked exactly like his model-

"It's Mr. Krum!" Bagman shouted. Krum walked out with his shoulders slumped.

"Very bold!" Bagman shouted—Phoenix heard a terrifying, earth-shattering scream from the Chinese fireball, and the audience invariably inhaled, "He's shown great guts—ah—yes, he's got the golden egg!"

The overwhelming applause shattered the winter air like shattered glass. Krum has done his job - Fleur is shaking from head to toe. As she left the tent with her head held high and her wand clutched tightly in her hand.

Phoenix hummed a little song with ease, not as fearful as everyone else was about the rest of the game.

"One goes down, and there are three," Bagman cried out as the whistle sounded again, "Miss Delacour, please play!"

"Oh, I'm not sure it's wise," they heard Bagman cried out in glee, "oh - just a little! Be careful - oh my God, I thought she had got it." ”

Ten minutes later, Phoenix heard the crowd erupt in cheers again—Fleur must have succeeded. Then there was a moment of silence, waiting for the referee to score Fleur - another thunderous applause - and then the whistle blew for the third time.