Three days flew by.

Harry felt like he hadn't adjusted at all, the Triwizard Tournament was about to start restarting, and Professor McGonagall strode towards the outside of the castle, and he only knew how to follow mechanically.

The boy felt as if he had a lot to say, but he didn't seem to know what to say.

After all, this is to catch ducks on the shelves, and as a duck, he has no choice by himself. In fact, the moment the note with his name written on it was sprayed out by the Goblet of Fire and chosen as a warrior, this fate was already sealed.

He has to compete, and everyone else has to compete. As Dumbledore had said, it was subject to a magical contract...... All must accept it, and there is no choice but to accept it.

As we all know, the best solution is to complete the Triwizard Tournament as soon as possible and break the magic contract of the Goblet of Fire.

But understanding doesn't mean it's acceptable, after all, it's not anyone else who is forced to come into contact with dangerous dragons, it's Harry himself who actively tracks them......

To be sure, if he wasn't a warrior but a spectator, he would have loved it.

It's just that the thought that he himself has to do those tiring and dangerous jobs, and that he will be watched by people in every move, word and deed under the gaze of an unknown number of pairs of eyes, his mind explodes.

And this time it's no longer a schedule of events that can be completed in a maximum of ten minutes.

Rather, it is likely to continue for a long time, so much so that the school is still considering interspersing the necessary teaching and learning links in the process...... As a fifteen-year-old underage boy, it is normal for his mentality to collapse because of this.

But what can be done? …… I just hope that crazy woman Rita Skeeter can be kind this time, let herself go, and stop scribbling her bullshit and fake news again.

Harry thought uneasily, and then found himself out of the castle gates and into the area of the lawn.

He saw ten huge hot air balloons parked on the lawn, and the relevant Ministry of Magic staff, the jury, and others were coming and going, as if they were making final confirmations, ready to take off at any moment.

However, the hot air balloons are not hanging baskets, but a few simple wooden houses.

As you can imagine, this is definitely magic...... Harry couldn't help but think of some of the things he had seen during the summer when Mr. Weasley took him to the Quidditch World Cup.

He thought he was going to live in a tent, and even the tent was built by hand, but it was only with great difficulty that he figured out where the poles and screws should be, and supported the tent crookedly.

When I climbed inside, I found that inside the tent was a three-bedroom apartment, and there was even a bathroom and kitchen.

He didn't know how it worked, or what advanced spells it used, but that didn't stop Harry from guessing that there must have been unusual spaces inside the cabins.

But that's right, it's not too realistic to have several people crammed into a narrow basket.

"Are we going to go now? Professor McGonagall. ”

Seeing Professor Moody limping towards him in the distance, and turning his head to see Cedric, Fleur and the others on the other side, talking to their wizarding assistants, Harry took a deep breath, trying to make himself calm.

"Yes, you'll all have to go in a moment, and when they're all ready, make sure the spell is not wrong."

Professor McGonagall nodded, and after hesitating for a moment, said very seriously—

"Potter, you have to remember that you must follow Professor Moody, and don't be reckless...... I've always told you that the Lion of Gryffindor represents courage rather than recklessness......"

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“……”

Harry hummed and nodded absentmindedly, just staring at the hot air balloon over there and not knowing what he was thinking, clearly not listening to Professor McGonagall.

In his opinion, these are just clichés, and they don't make much sense.

Professor McGonagall couldn't help but sigh as well, and began to wonder if she should reflect to Headmaster Dumbledore that it would be better to change the Gryffindor emblem from a lion to a bear, which would seem to be more in line with the current Gryffindor.

Anyway, these current students are just bear children, and most of them regard courage as recklessness that doesn't require brains......

Especially when she thinks back to what happened in the previous three years, she always feels a little frightened.

Whether it's the Philosopher's Stone, or the Basilisk of the Chamber of Secrets, or Sirius Black...... Professor McGonagall is naturally qualified to know these things.

So she knew very well that on the surface, it seemed that Harry and the others were very brave, stopping one conspiracy after another, accomplishing countless things that adult wizards could not have imagined, and even finding the real right answer when everyone didn't believe them......

But – is this really possible, in practical terms? Once it may be a fluke, twice it is obviously something wrong, and three times is not worth doubting?

Even from the perspective of pure probability, a group of little wizards who don't understand anything, don't have any ability to protect themselves, and simply rely on their hot heads, can repeatedly turn danger into disaster because of illusory "luck", and finally have the last laugh?

Their opponents were the basilisk who had lived for a thousand years, the sinister and cunning Lord Voldemort, and other powerful wizards...... Aren't these enemies all representatives of the brain-dead and the physically disabled?

So the truth is, it was actually an elaborate adventure, and Dumbledore had been working in the shadows. Otherwise, it is absolutely impossible to explain why each link is so delicately connected that it does not cause them any serious damage......

If nothing else, let's talk about the Defence Against the Dark Arts professor last year, Lockhart.

Everyone thinks that he is a straw bag, and his biography is someone else's story, and after he has a complete experience from the mouths of wizards who have done amazing deeds, he suddenly attacks, attacks the other party, falsifies the memory, and puts the other party's deeds on his own head.

However, this also shows that he has defeated more than a dozen adult wizards, and the latter is still a relatively powerful wizard who has dealt with vampires and werewolves...... Although it was supposed to be a sneak attack, it was also very revealing.

This is definitely a desperately formidable enemy for the two students who were only in the second grade at the time.

The result? When Lockhart was casting his best Oblivion Charm, he "happened" to encounter Ron's tattered wand, which exploded sooner rather than later, but at that moment, a very low probability wand explosion occurred, causing the spell to fire back and blow himself up into an idiot......

Under Dumbledore's arrangement, Harry and the others have indeed grown a lot without danger, but they always don't think about the consequences, and there are always people who secretly help clean up the situation, which will only make them have the illusion of "I am the right" in the future.

It will be difficult for them to listen to other people's opinions, and once they decide on something, they will run head-on......

Their criterion is simple: they are right, or someone else is wrong......

Professor McGonagall always felt that it was not good to go on like this, but it could only be attributed to the wise white wizard who had seen farther and wider than himself, and he must have done so for a reason, maybe he really didn't have much time left, so he couldn't let Harry grow slowly......

"Ready to get started? Harry? ”

Professor Moody had already come to Harry's side at this time, and asked in a loud voice.

"Well, get ready, Professor Moody......" The boy quickly retracted his absent-minded expression and nodded his head very hard, as if to express his confidence seriously.

In front of the respectable professor in front of him, he was still very restrained, whether it was the other party's actions when he faced the dragon killer that day, he broke off with Hermione alone, or used Transfiguration to teach Malfoy a lesson if he didn't agree with each other.

This is an impatient, irascible professor, and the best Auror the Ministry of Magic has ever seen, and Harry doesn't dare to be careless in front of the other party, for fear that he will be directly reprimanded.

"That's good...... In the previous order, we were still the first group, after all, Harry, you drew the first Swedish short-nosed dragon, didn't you? ”

Professor Moody laughed heartily and patted him on the shoulder.

"What? We're still the first?! Harry was a little too shocked to blurt out, feeling his stomach twist together.

"Let's go! They all say it's a departure! Don't worry, there is no fire dragon here...... It's just that the dragon tamers discovered that the flying directions of those fire dragons are not exactly the same. ”

Professor Moody smiled and explained.

"At present, five routes have been sorted out, and the four of us can be responsible for four routes, and the first one to set off just means that Harry, you have the right to choose the route first."

"Pick a route?"

Harry felt better, he thought he was going to deal with the giant reptiles right now.

However, after he relaxed, he also keenly noticed a strange place, that is, Professor Moody called himself, didn't he call himself "Potter" before? Why are you so skillful at calling your own name now?

Speaking of which, when I went to see him in the school infirmary the day before yesterday, he seemed to call himself that, not like Professor Moody, but like someone close to him......

"Yes, I recommend that you take the first route, which seems to be heading in the direction of Italy...... This route is much closer than the other routes, and we can catch up with them very quickly. ”

At this time, Professor Moody quickly glanced around, and then said in a low voice.

Harry opened his mouth, then nodded, and replied reluctantly:

"Okay, okay."

He didn't want to catch up with them anytime soon, the best thing was to slow as much as possible, after all, those huge reptiles really left him with too deep a psychological shadow, if he could, he hoped that he would always be on the way to find them, and never find them.

But he really couldn't say such a thing, and he didn't dare to say it in front of Professor Moody.

And Harry didn't know if his performance had been broadcast in real time by magic, so he couldn't be intimidated......

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At the same time.

To the west of the Italian province of Naples, somewhere near the city of Pozzuoli, in a large, inaccessible and barren volcanic area -

"Keep going, there's still a road ahead, drive for another minute......"

Opening the window and looking outside, a strong man with a full beard retracted his head and said to the young man in the driver's seat, and the car continued to move slowly.

"What's wrong, are you starting to feel hot?" The strong man turned his head, looked at the two blonde girls in the back seat, and laughed, "I told you not to wear too thick clothes, but you don't believe it." ”

"It's just a little hot...... a blonde girl pouted, stiff-mouthed.

"Then again, you know what? This volcano is described in mythology as the "abode of the god of fire......," said the young man in the driver's seat casually, "and we're going to go as deep as we can and test something." ”

"Ah, that's normal, those people say that the situation of the volcano is a little abnormal, let's see if there really is a "Vulcan" who is slowly waking up......"