Soon, before anyone could say something, Professor McGonagall rushed over: "Oh... I'm sorry Miss Granger, but your parents didn't want to come to the finals, they said it was reassuring to have Iger here, Mr. Granger told me that your mother's blood pressure seemed to be a bit high after the last competition, although I don't really know what blood pressure is..."

"It's okay, it's okay," Egger tugged at the corners of his mouth.

"Also, if you're ready, then let Mr. Morissus stay with you more, after all--well--the other Warriors' parents will be here, but I guess I wouldn't want to come to the third game if I watched the first game..."Professor McGonagall smiled understandingly, and turned to leave.

"I thought they were coming back to see—" Hermione looked a little lost.

"I didn't let them come." Egg shook his head, "If nothing else, Barty Jr. will come, I've invited Remus and Mr. Weasley to the house to protect them, and if there's any disturbance, at least I'll have less to worry about." ”

Hermione nodded, and said no more, just quietly resting her little head on Egg's shoulder.

In the teaching chair, a group of teachers and officials from the Ministry of Magic were talking to each other, and to Egger's surprise, Barty Crouch was not in the crowd as expected......

In his place were Cornelius Fudge and Rufus Scrimge. Scrimgeour and more than thirty Aurors from the Ministry of Magic are responsible for the safety of the warriors in the arena today, and also to prevent creatures from the Forbidden Forest from escaping down the labyrinth.

Colin was carrying a camera that Iger had fiddled with on his shoulder, and he was so excited that he was about to blow it up! According to Egger, this year's tournament will be recorded and then shown in Diagon Alley.

And he! Colin Creevey! The filmmaker of the first documentary in the wizarding world!

The future father of the wizarding world documentary! Colin, who was in the third grade, couldn't resist this huge temptation, so he agreed without thinking about it...

In fact, his biggest regret is that he couldn't personally follow the Warriors and record the game...

You know, when a Gryffindor finds his interest, life and death are trivial, fire dragons or something, it's not a big problem...

The final game was much grander than in the original book, and when the students followed the teacher to the edge of the Forbidden Forest, they could see the tall thorny wall in the forest.

A group of centaurs gathered at the edge of the Forbidden Forest, looking at the Hogwarts students with fierce eyes, their faces not looking very good.

Of course, their faces will not be good!

A month ago, when Egger went to negotiate with them, they were afraid of Egger, but they did not agree to lend their people's territory to the competition.

Since Dumbledore had told Egg to be as gentle and friendly as possible, Eger politely and gently said that they would return their clan's territory to them intact after the game, and then they expressed their unwillingness to compromise with the human wizards.

When Iger gave in for the last time, he said in a good voice that this was not a compromise, but a deal, and that he could give them another part of the territory as compensation for the race, and they said no, no one in our territory could be moved, and the centaurs were so arrogant!

Egg took out the title deed of Hogwarts and showed them it, saying that the entire Hogwarts, including dozens of square kilometers of the Forbidden Forest, is mine! Then he smiled and killed the centaur leader and a few centaur elders, and then said heheda either be honest and obedient, or all die, in Hogwarts, not only the territory is Lao Tzu, your life is also Lao Tzu!

The arrogance of the centaurs suddenly vanished...

The most interesting thing is that when the centaur leader died, they sent a representative to express their willingness to compromise, but to expand the territory.

Iger sneered at the time and said: Expanding the NMLGCB can be reduced by half, and if it is too crowded, he can help solve the population problem...

What's the idea? I'll give you face, don't you throw it on the ground and step on your feet, and now you're scared and want to pick it up and pat the ashes to make offerings?

Thinking too much, right?

You can't do this without shame!

Egg has always had little affection for these conceited and weak creatures, look at the mermaids, how kind are they?

Now, whenever Egg and Hermione pass by the Black Lake, there are always some small fishmen who give Egg the specialties from the bottom of the lake, or exchange small items with the two, such as small jewelry made of shells or something - the Black Lake is connected to the sea, and shellfish are not rare.

Every time I met them, the racial atmosphere was very good, and there was no racial discrimination at all.

Look at the centaurs again!

Without those two eggs, I can't wait to go to heaven!

It's also a creature that doesn't know magic, so why are you floating like that?

With a disdainful sneer, Egg crossed his arms and looked at the sky, there were many people coming to the last game this time, not only the foreign officials of the Ministry of Magic and the families of the warriors, but also many outsiders, just like the final exam in the second year.

Lucius's figure appeared behind Draco, his gaze constantly scanning the others, and he shook his head slightly when he noticed Egg's gaze.

Iger knew what he meant by shaking his head, which meant he hadn't heard from Barty Jr.

In the Hufflepuff stands, old Newt wore a hat and happily looked at the lively students around him, and next to him was an old man in a black cloak, the old man seemed to use some means, others would forget his appearance when they looked at his face, and even if they stared at his face, they would never remember whose face it was.

"It's great, but it's a pity I didn't have that kind of activity when I was in school." Old Newt looked a little regretful.

"It's good that you didn't, otherwise wouldn't you have won? The whole Forbidden Forest is your relative—" Grindelwald scoffed, having always been disdainful of old Newt's obsession with magical beasts.

"That's a kind of strength for me, too." Newt chuckled, "For example, the Winged Demon... I think you should understand. ”

"Okay, shut up, you..."Grindelwald's face darkened a little: "That thing is dead, right?" ”

"It's a pity that I've passed away, I've left his child with Egg, but it seems that Egg doesn't use its power much, I think he can't use it..."

In Gryffindor's seat, Old Moody wore a cloak, and under the cloak a magic eye wandered around in its sockets, looking for little Barty's traces.

Puzzled, even Egger was unable to find Barty Jr. on the map of the living spots.

Iger turned his head to look in Snape's direction, and Snape shook his head slightly, indicating that Barty Jr. hadn't found him.

Did you enter the Forbidden Forest early and start from the game?

Egg tilted his head.

Thinking about it, this is the only possibility, because since the arrival of the Aurors of the Ministry of Magic at noon, they have already entered the playing field in pairs...

Could it be that he was going to kidnap Hermione and threaten himself?

Iger pinched his chin and thought, it's not impossible!

"Are you feeling alright, Hermione?" Bagman asked kindly as he looked at Hermione.

Hermione rolled her eyes, she knew what Bagman was up to, and I guess he must have bet a lot on himself, as Iger said.

Hermione looked at Bagman's flattering look and suddenly didn't want to win...