Led by Professor McGonagall, Darren walked around the edge of the Forbidden Forest towards the place where the dragon had been seen, and as they approached the bushes, Harry found a tent erected there. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

"You must go in with the other two warriors," Professor McGonagall said, standing at the entrance of the tent, her voice trembling again, "and when it's your turn, Mr. Bagman is inside...... He'll tell you the steps...... Good luck. ”

"Thank you!" Darren thought he already knew the whole procedure, but now that Professor McGonagall had explained it, he felt that he didn't know it again, and hurried into the tent.

Krum and Fleur were already inside, Fleur was sitting on a low wooden stool in the corner, her face very pale and sickly, while Krum looked more gloomy than usual, frowning tightly as if she were going to screw them together.

In addition to the Warriors, Bagman was also in the tent, and he put on the old Hornets jersey, and Darren reckoned that the guy was planning to use the popularity he had accumulated with the Hornets to the fullest.

"Darren, it's great you're here!" Bagman said happily at Darren, "Relax, just like you're in your own home!" I think you're ready, aren't you?" and then he blinked.

"......" Darren saw that fortunately the other two warriors were troubled by nervousness and fear, otherwise they would have discovered the loophole in Bagman's words.

"Alright, now you're all here - it's time to give you a briefing!" Bagman didn't notice what he had just said, and happily introduced the game, "I'm going to take turns handing this bag to each of you when the crowd is gathered," he held up a purple silk sack and shook it at the three warriors—"You pick out the little model of the thing you're going to be up against! I have one more thing to tell you...... Ah, right...... Your mission is to pick up golden eggs!"

Immediately afterwards, there was a commotion from outside the tent, and Darren felt that all the teachers and students of Hogwarts must have come, and they were talking and laughing excitedly, which was not surprising at all, and these poor wizards were really not much fun, and Quidditch was crowded with people, and Triwizard Tournament was much better than Quidditch......

Soon, after gesturing to the three warriors, Bagman untied the purple silk bag, "Ladies first," he said, handing the bag to Fleur.

She put a trembling hand into the sack and took a moment to pull out a small, delicate model of a dragon—a Welsh green dragon, with a number tied around its neck that read, "Two."

Bagman then brought the bag to Darren, as if that would give him more chances, but as long as he learned a little bit about probability, he knew that no matter what the order was, everyone assigned the same probability, Fleur was one of three, one-third, and the second Darren was two-thirds multiplied by one-half, or one-third, and the last Krum seemed to have no choice, but in a mathematical way, it was two-thirds multiplied by one-half, and then multiplied by one, and it was still one-third.

Darren shrugged his shoulders and held out his hand, and then, he pulled out the silver-blue Swedish short-nosed dragon, oh well, it was all probability......

However, the number tied around the neck of the Swedish short-nosed dragon model is number one, and Darren will be the first to play later, but compared to the Hungarian tree hornet, Darren feels that he is not bad.

Seeing the model that Fleur and Darren pulled out of the bag, Krum's face became even more gloomy, and the keys could drip water, he reached into his pocket and took out the last left, the Hungarian tree bee, and on his neck was, number three.

"Alright, you've all got it!" said Bagman, "you've all drawn the dragon you're going to face, and the number on its neck is the order in which you played, understand? Darren, you're the first, you walk into that field as soon as you hear the whistle, you know?"

"Hmm...... Good. “

Bagman left, and Darren waited for the whistle to remember what he knew about the Swedish short-nosed dragon, but he had been running for the Hungarian Treebee Dragon......

Thankfully, Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them The book is a group of all the dragons, and when looking at the part of the Hungarian Tree Hornet, Darren also glanced at the Swedish short-nosed dragon and knew that it was a kind of silver-blue fire dragon that was striking on the outside, with dazzling blue flames spewing out of its nostrils, extremely hot enough to turn wood and bones to ashes in an instant, and it committed fewer murders than most fire dragons, but due to its agile flight and scorching flames, it was still one of the most dangerous species in the wizarding world.

Although the aggressiveness is a little weaker, and the fire-breathing distance is shorter, but the high temperature of the flame greatly increases the lethality of the Swedish short-nosed dragon, if it is sprayed by other dragons, if the rescue is timely, there is still a chance to save his life, and he is spit out by this guy, it is estimated that it will be directly GG, from this point of view, it is really difficult to talk about it and the Hungarian tree bee dragon, which is a little more difficult to deal with, Darren can only hope that the part of his plan can hold up, otherwise, I am afraid it will really take a lot of effort.

Suddenly, Krum patted him, and Darren looked at each other suspiciously, and Krum pointed to the entrance to the tent.

"Aren't you waiting for the whistle?"

"It's already ringing, haven't you heard?"

"Ah, I didn't hear that, thanks," Darren hurriedly walked outside, and before he walked out, he saw Krum shake his head.

After Darren walked out of the tent, he heard the cheers and shouts outside, and Bagman's voice was particularly loud, "The warriors of Hogwarts haven't shown up yet, maybe he needs a little time to prepare, let's be patient......"

Darren walked through the bushes to a gap in the fence of the field, and saw that the surrounding stands had been arranged in the form of a circle, which was already full of people, and the crowd was angry and shouting something.

Even though Darren felt ready, with the experience of the first three years, what could scare him? Now he knew, it was people, hundreds of people staring at him.

Darren took a deep breath and tried to calm himself, compared to the people in the stands, the Swedish short-nosed dragon at the other end of the field actually calmed him, and he looked at the fire dragon carefully.