"You must go in with a few other warriors," Professor McGonagall said, her voice shaking, "Mr. Bagman is inside...... He's going to tell you the steps...... Good luck. ”

Professor McGonagall led him to the entrance to the tent, and she took two steps forward, then jerked around and patted Harry on the shoulder, "The rules allow for back-off, though it's not Gryffindor. ”

"Thank you. Ha said in a monotonous, fluttering voice.

Professor McGonagall nodded at Alan again, the clever Ravenclaw didn't need her to worry, and as far as she knew, Alan was strong enough to win on behalf of Hogwarts.

"The warriors of Hogwarts are here! great!" Bagman turned his head to look at them and said happily, "Come in, come in, relax, just like you are in your own home!"

Alan couldn't help but laugh, no one would feel like home when they were about to face a dragon.

Bagman wore his old Hornets jersey and looked radiant among the six Warriors.

"Alright, now that we're all here—it's time to brief you on!" Bagman said gleefully.

Alan saw that not only Harry, but several other warriors were all gathered together with pale faces.

"When the audience is gathered, I'm going to take turns handing this bag to each of you," he held up a purple silk bag and shook it at them—"and pick out from it a small model of the thing you're going to be up against! They have different — um- types. I have one more thing to tell you...... Ah, right...... Your mission is to pick up golden eggs!"

No one had a surprised look on their faces, and everyone knew what they were going to face.

In the blink of an eye, hundreds of pairs of feet could be heard walking through the tent, and the owners of the feet were talking and laughing excitedly......

Alan could hear Fleur's breathing beside him suddenly increase, and he was obviously not worried about his strength, and he couldn't help but feel a little nervous.

Bagman was already unpacking the purple silk bag.

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

Fleur's long eyelashes quivered, and she pulled out a small, lifelike model of a dragon from her bag - it was a Welsh green dragon with a number tied around her neck: One.

Alan quietly crossed his arms over his chest until everyone had taken their models, and then stepped forward and took the last Hungarian wasp in the bag, which was Number Four. As he looked down at it, the little dragon spread its wings, revealing its tiny fangs.

"Alright, you've all got it!" said Bagman, "you've all drawn the dragon you're going to face, and the number on your neck is the order in which you went to fight the dragon, understand?"

Everyone nodded in response.

"Alright, I'm going to leave you for a moment, because I'm going to give an explanation to the audience. Miss Delacour, you're the first, and you walk into that field as soon as you hear the whistle......, you know? Allan...... Can I say a few words to you? Come outside?"

Bagman led Alan to the woods a little further away from the tent, then turned to look at Alan and sneered, "You don't need my help, but I'd love to give you a few ideas." ”

He looked around, then approached Allen and lowered his voice, "I mean...... As long as I can help......"

Bagman said, winking at Allen.

"Thank you, but I don't need to. Alan politely thanked him, knowing that Bagman was willing to point his fingers partly because of the power of the Harris family, and on the other hand, probably because he had placed the bet on himself to turn the tables.

Somewhere the whistle sounded.

"God, I must run!" said Bagman in a panic, and ran away.

Alan walked towards the tent and saw Fleur come out of it, her face pale.

Alan nodded at her, she seemed to want to say something to Alan, but her red lips trembled slightly, but she didn't say anything.

Waiting is the most tormenting, especially when the noise and exclamations of the audience outside are endless, even Alan can't help but sketch the picture of Fleur fighting the fire dragon in his mind.

"Oh, I'm not sure it's wise to do that!" they heard Bagman exclaim in glee, "Oh...... Just a little bit! Be careful...... Oh my God, I thought she had got it!"

After a long time, the audience once again erupted in cheers...... As you know, Fleur must have succeeded.

Harry stood up blankly, he was the second, and when the applause and cheers rang out again, he stepped out of the tent.

In the stands, almost all eyes were on Harry, and Ron was no exception.

"Harry probably won't be okay for a while!" Ron also wanted to get everyone's attention, but if he was going to face a burly dragon, he might as well forget it.

When he saw the dragon Harry was facing, his heart tugged, and he felt that whoever threw Harry's name into the Goblet of Fire must want his life.

Ron couldn't help but stand up, his gaze rolling with Harry.

"Are you worried about your ex?" said a giggling voice from behind Ron.

"Malfoy, you'd better pray for Alan!" Ron retorted unceremoniously.

"Oh my God, he can fly!" Bagman shouted—the audience screaming and gasping.

Ron couldn't bother arguing with Malfoy anymore, watching intently as Harry dodged through the air.

After another fifteen minutes or so, the crowd was screaming and clapping and cheering.

"Look!" Bagman shouted, "Look! our youngest warrior has the golden egg as fast as he can!

"It doesn't seem difficult for you to bypass the fire dragon and get the golden egg! Ron's mouth pursed, and he sat back down.

"The maximum rating for each person is no more than 10 points. See how many points you can score?" Ron squinted his eyes at the referee's bench.

He saw the first referee, Ms. Maxim, raise her wand into the air. A long silver ribbon-like thing erupted from the wand, twisting to form a large figure of eight.

Next up is Mr. Crouch. He spewed a "9" into the air. Dumbledore also gave a 9.

Ludo Bagman gave an incredible 10 points, and the crowd cheered even louder.

At this time, Karkaroff raised his wand. He paused for a moment, and then a number erupted from his wand—four.

"Harry Potter is playing tricks, I don't know why you give such a high score, in my opinion, there is no reason for him to score higher than Fleur's 38 points in front of him. Karkarov deliberately dragged out his tone and said dissatisfiedly.

"Mr. Karkaroff, beware of your standards, Krum is the last one, and other referees will also rate Krum based on your low scores in these two games!" Albert, who was sitting behind Crouch, "reminded", after all, Allen was about to play in the fourth, and it would be better for Karkaroff to be more restrained.

On the referee's seat, Madame Maxim and Bagman nodded involuntarily when they heard this.

"Son, shut up!" Mr. Crouch turned around with a frown and whispered, "You're not the referee, don't affect our scores." ”

Albert was stunned for a moment, his lips pursed tightly, and he said no more.