Walking into the tent, the other three warriors had already arrived except him. 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. Wickdore? Krum looked even more gloomy than usual. Harry was a little distraught, looking out the window.

"Mr. Augustus. Great, you're finally here. Bagman turned to look at him sideways, looking happy, "Come in, the game is about to begin." ”

"Alright, now everyone's here - it's time to brief you on!" "When the audience is gathered," said Bagman, "I will pass this bag to each of you in turn," he said—holding up a purple silk sack and shaking it at them—"and pick out from it the little model of the thing that you are going to face!" They have different -- well---kinds. I have one more thing to tell you...... Ah, right...... Your mission is to pick up golden eggs! ”

Picking up the golden egg, Augustus smiled meaninglessly, no wonder the four fire dragons were all women, for a female fire dragon, it was definitely more difficult to snatch the dragon egg under their noses than to defeat it head-on.

In the blink of an eye, Bagman was already untying the purple silk bag.

"Ladies first." He said, hand the bag to Fleur? Delacour in front of him.

With a resolute expression on her face, Fleur fumbled through the tape for a while before finally pulling out the model. The Welsh green dragon is generally not very bad-tempered, and for her, it is obviously extremely lucky, after all, among the four, the green dragon should actually be regarded as the most non-aggressive dragon.

Next, extracted by Augustus, in the midst of everyone's regret, the Hungarian Tree Blade appeared on the table, he looked down at the model, and the little dragon spread its wings, revealing its tiny fangs.

For the remaining two models, the Chinese fireball was picked up by Krum, and Harry drew the blue Swedish short-nosed dragon.

"Alright, you've got it!" "You've all drawn the dragon you're going to face, and the number on its neck is the order in which you went to fight the dragon, understand?" Okay, I'm going to leave you for a moment, because I'm going to give an explanation to the audience. Fleur you're the first, you walked into the field as soon as you heard the whistle, you know? ”

After Bagman finished speaking, he left the tent without looking back, and Fleur looked down at the ground with a pale face.

A moment later, a whistle sounded somewhere.

"Good luck, Fleur." Augustus smiled politely.

"Thank you," Fleur's delicate face showed a hint of hesitation, "I'll go watch your match after the match, and good luck with it." ”

Two minutes after Fleur left, there was a cheer in the arena, and it was clear that the Warriors had entered. The crowd was screaming like a unity with many heads...... Shouting...... I gasp for air.

"Very clever approach - unfortunately it didn't work out!" The voice of the narrator came into the tent from a distant place.

"Oh...... Just a little bit! Be careful...... Oh my God, I thought she had got it! ”

Ten minutes later, the audience erupted in cheers and cheers, followed by a moment of silence, waiting for the referee to score Fleur...... There was thunderous applause again...... Then, the whistle blew for the third time.

It seems that Fleur should have succeeded, but it is estimated that the score is not high, after all, the commentary shows that she must have made a few mistakes, and Augustus stood calmly by the window, looking at the green in the distance.

"It's Mr. Krum now!" Bagman shouted.

Krum gestured triumphantly to Augustus and walked out with his shoulders slumped.

"Very bold!" Bagman shouted, and the Chinese fireball let out a terrifying, earth-shattering scream, and the audience invariably inhaled, "He's shown extraordinary courage - ah- yes, he's got the golden egg!" ”

The overwhelming applause shattered the winter air like shattered glass. Krum has fulfilled his mission.

"Now, invite the warriors of Hogwarts, Augustus to play." A loud voice came from the venue.

Augustus's figure faded into the tent, and the next second, a vague figure appeared in the venue, and the audience was silent for a moment, and then, the loud cheers rang out from the side.

"A chic way of playing," Bagman said with a smile on his face.

What appeared in front of Augustus was like a brightly colored dream. Hundreds of faces looked at him from the stands above, and at the other end of the field, the Hungarian tree wasp stood impressively. It crouched low, guarding its nest of eggs, its wings half-folded, its vicious yellow eyes staring at Harry. It was an incomparably large, scaly-clad lizard-like reptile. It writhes its spiky tail violently, leaving a trail of several meters of craters on the hard ground.

Augustus stood on the ground, his slender figure like a quiet landscape. The whistle blew.

"So, it's game on." Augustus smiled gentlemanly, "Bow." Bending slightly, the tree blade on the opposite side looked strangely at the human in front of him.

"I said, bow!" Augustus smiled softly, his wand flicked, and an invisible giant hand pressed the head of the Hungarian wasp, and the force forced the dragon's head to hang down.

"Roar!" A roar of humiliation erupted, and the Treebee Dragon's slightly open mouth erupted with a red dragon's breath.

Augustus's body gradually became transparent, and the dragon's breath passed directly through his body, "It's rude." Augustus sighed slightly, above the sky, a crimson appeared, a huge fiery red sword appeared out of thin air, the fire sword burned with sulfur-like flame liquid, Augustus put away his wand, the fiery sword fell into his hand, holding the giant sword with one hand, the weak body held a huge sword body, standing in front of the thirty-meter-high dragon, like a warrior about to slay the dragon.

"Since it is a warrior, there is naturally a warrior's practice." Augustus's deep voice echoed in the arena, the wind magic blessed his body, and in the next second, a figure flashed, instantly appearing in the air above forty meters across the terrain, and the golden sunlight flowed on the slender body, along with the dark red sword body, as if it was plated with a gorgeous coat of golden brilliance. The audience narrowed their eyes, and under the watchful eye, the flaming sword was slashed out of thin air, the huge wings of the dragon gathered and covered, and with a loud bang, the body of the Hungarian tree wasp was slashed into the arena, and the dust that covered the sky and the sun flew up, the dust settled, and a bottomless pit appeared in the center of the field.

Augustus stood with his sword in his hand, and the next moment, a terrible roar rose into the sky, and the dragon flapped its wings!