Nine warriors in three academies, this has never been seen before, many things are not prepared, and they have to start over. Fortunately www.biquge.info Triwizard Tournament is a tournament that the Ministry of Magic attaches great importance to, and if you rely on the power of the Ministry of Magic to prepare, it will not be difficult.

All nine warriors gathered in yesterday's room, and Nuoda's room suddenly became a little crowded.

"Alright, shall we begin?" Bagman said, rubbing his hands together and smiling at the people in the room, "You're going to mentor our warriors, aren't you?" Barty, it's up to you, right? ”

Mr. Crouch seemed to suddenly wake up from his contemplation.

"Okay," he said, "guidance." Yes...... The first project ......"

He took a few steps forward and stepped into the aperture of the fire. He looked very haggard. There were two deep shadows under his eyes, and his wrinkled skin was as white as paper, which he didn't look like during the Quidditch World Cup.

"The first project is to test your mettle," he said to the nine warriors from the three major academies present, "so we're not going to tell you what it is." Having the courage to face the unknown is an important quality of a wizard and is very important.

The first project will be completed on November 24 in the presence of other students and the judging panel.

Warriors are not allowed to ask for or accept any assistance from their teachers in completing the tournament program. When the warrior faces the first round of challenges, the only weapon in his hand is his wand. They won't know about the second project until the first project is over. Due to the high demands of the game and the long duration of the competition, the Warriors did not take the school year exams. ”

Mr. Crouch turned to look at Dumbledore.

"I guess that's all, Albus?"

"Yes," Dumbledore said, looking at Mr. Crouch with a slight concern, "do you really not want to stay at Hogwarts tonight, Barty?" ”

"Yes, Dumbledore, I must go back to the Ministry," said Mr. Crouch, "and this is a very busy, very difficult time...... I put young Weatherby in charge temporarily, and he was very enthusiastic and, to be honest, a little too high. ”

"Well, then, why don't you at least come over for a drink before you go?" Dumbledore said.

"Come on, Barty, I'm staying here and not leaving!" Bagman was very interested, "It's finally happening at Hogwarts, isn't it, it's a lot more fun than the office!" ”

"I don't agree, Ludo." Crouch said, his tone revealing his usual impatience.

"Professor Karkaroff—Madame Maxim—a bedtime drink?" Dumbledore said.

However, Madame Maxim had already put her arm on Fleur's shoulder, and led the three students, including Fleur, out of the room quickly. They spoke something in French as they walked towards the auditorium. Karkaroff greeted Krum and left without saying a word with the three students.

"Cedric, Duten, and Harry, I suggest you go back to sleep." Dumbledore said, looking at the two of them with a smile, "I'm sure the Gryffindor and Hufflepuff classmates are waiting to celebrate with you." They finally had an excuse to make a big fuss, and it was too undeserved to take away this opportunity from them. ”

Harry glanced at Cedric, who nodded, and the two walked out of the room together.

The Great Hall was now empty, and the flame of the candles was already low, which made the jack-o'-lantern's grinning grin seem flickering and eerie.

"So," Cedric said with a reluctant smile, "we're rivals again!" ”

"I think so." Harry said. He really didn't know what to say. There seemed to be a mess in his head, as if his whole brain had been ransacked.

"So...... Tell me......" said Cedric—by this time they had come to the foyer, and the Goblet of Fire was gone, but the light of the torches was there," "how did you put your name in it?" ”

"I didn't," Harry said, looking up at him, "I didn't. I'm telling the truth. ”

"Alas...... All right. Cedric said—Harry could see that Cedric didn't believe him," "all right...... See you then. ”

"Goodbye."

Harry nodded, and walked towards Gryffindor.

Duten was walking with Cedric towards the Hufflepuff common room. Of course, they were there to greet and cheer, and although Harry had always been known as a savior, he had not done much, and was far less famous than Duten in the House. And whether active or passive, Harry insisted that he didn't know anything - it was a fact - but the other classmates thought he deliberately didn't say anything, and they were a little unhappy with him.

And what about Duten? Dafang admitted his actions.

Everything is above board, there is nothing that cannot be said. He relied on his own strength to break through Dumbledore's barrier, and even made the Goblet of Fire mistake him for a normal warrior. This ability is far beyond the level of the average student, and of course the students will idolize him, so there is a lot of cheer within the Hufflepuff. Compared to the solemn atmosphere of Gryffindor, it is completely two worlds.

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Twenty days later, the first game of the Triwizard Tournament began as scheduled.

This waiting time Du Ten is no different from usual, he should go to class, he should take a break, and he should go to see Hermione from time to time, the relationship between him and Hermione is heating up rapidly, and the two of them have established a relationship on the roof of the tower one night, although they have not done anything yet, but between the two of them, they can hold hands very generously.

This greatly disappointed many female students who admired Duten, and looked at Hermione very unkindly.

On the day of the competition, Duten took Hermione's hand and walked into the contestant's tent. The other eight players are all in place, and the four new players from the other two colleges, Du Teng, don't even bother to take a look. They can't even be counted in the plot, and they have no effect on Du Teng at all.

Looking at the others, Fleur Delacour sat on a low wooden stool in the corner. She was not at all as calm as usual, and her face looked very pale and sickly. Victor Krum looked more gloomy than usual, probably his way of showing his inner tension. Cedric kept pacing back and forth. Harry stood to the side, as if he were a stake, helpless.

Cedric smiled faintly at him as Duten entered, and Harry smiled at him in return. Duten was very relaxed, he waved his hand to the two of them, and walked to the side with Hermione.

"Du Teng, I, I'd better go out-"

Hermione looked at the solemn atmosphere in the tent and said cautiously.

"It's okay, just sit down, others can't say anything, and they don't dare to say anything."

Du Teng gently patted Hermione's pale hand, telling her to calm down quickly.

The tents opened, and Bagman walked briskly in.

"Are you all there? That's great! Bagman turned his head and looked around, and said happily, "Relax, just like in your own home!" ”

Bagman stood in the middle of the pale-faced warriors, like a big cartoon figure.

He put on the old Hornets jersey again.

"Alright, now that everyone is here, it's time to brief you on the situation!" Bagman said happily, "When the audience is gathered, I will take turns to hand this bag to each of you." ”

He held up a purple silk bag and shook it at them, "Pick out the little model of the thing you're going to be facing!" There are different types of them, and your mission is to pick up golden eggs! ”

Duten looked around.

Cedric nodded to show that he understood Bagman's words, and then began pacing around the tent again, his face slightly green. Fleur Delacour and Krum didn't react. Probably they thought that once they spoke, they would panic and vomit. Harry's face was nervous, and his hands clenched into fists trembled.

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

"Du Teng, I have to go, others will definitely look for me if they can't see me, if they find out that I'm here, it's trouble."

Hermione whispered.

Du Teng nodded, "I'll send you." ”

He's probably the least nervous of all the fighters.

He had been sending Hermione to the near the stands before quickly returning to the tent, by which time Bagman had already untied the purple silk bag.

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

She put a trembling hand into the sack and pulled out a small, delicate model of a dragon—a Welsh green dragon with a number tied around its neck: two. When Harry saw that Fleur didn't show the slightest surprise but a resigned expression, he knew he was right: Madame Maxim had told Fleur what the challenge was coming.

Two other Beauxbatons students came up and took out the numbers five and six.

Krum confirmed the same situation. He pulled out the bright red Chinese fireball, and the number tied around his neck was seven. Without even blinking an eye, he sat down with his eyes fixed on the ground. Two of his classmates drew the number three and the eight.

Cedric reached into his pocket and pulled out the silver-blue Swedish short-nosed dragon with the number one tied around its neck.

Harry reached into his silk pocket and pulled out the Hungarian tree bee, number four. As he looked down, the little dragon spread its wings, revealing its tiny fangs.

When it was Dutten's turn, there was only one last one left, and that was Nine.

He didn't care, and when he took it out, it was a very large dragon. Larger than the palm of his hand, it is the largest of all the models of the little dragon.

"It's ...... Ukrainian iron belly? Damn, how did they get all these dragons! No, this dragon is so scary, I have to get them to change ......"

Bagman didn't know that the Ministry of Magic had added a few more dragons temporarily, and he hadn't paid attention to this issue for the past few days, but now that he looked at it, even he was in a cold sweat, shouting loudly and going out.

"Mr. Bagman? Forget it, I'm fine. ”

Duten grabbed Bagman and forcibly pulled him back. Then no matter what Bagman said, he said he was fine, and in the end he didn't let Bagman rush out. It is impossible to change dragons temporarily, and to be honest, the dragons in the Harry Potter world are all about the same. They all have their own advantages and disadvantages, and it cannot be said that big dragons are powerful, nor can it be said that small dragons are bad.

"Alright, you've got it!" Bagman compromised, "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. Mr. Diggory, you were the first to walk into the field as soon as you heard the whistle. ”

After all, he didn't quietly call Harry away as in the original book, but left the tent without giving up.

When the whistle blew, Cedric and Harry gathered around, looking at the dragon model in Duten's hand.

"Ukrainian Iron Belly...... Duten: Do you know this kind of dragon? ”

Harry asked.

"Almost......" Duten thought for a moment. The Ukrainian iron belly can be considered one of the largest fire dragons in the world. It can weigh up to six tons. They had a round body and flew slower than a fanged or long-horned dragon, but it was very, very dangerous, and when it landed in the air, it could crush dwellings into powder. Its scales are shiny gray, its eyes are crimson, its claws are particularly long, and it is particularly vicious. Ever since 1799, when an iron belly swept a ship out of the Black Sea, they have been the subject of surveillance by the Ukrainian wizarding authorities. Anyway, it's a very troublesome guy, and I was unlucky to draw him directly. ”

Du Teng said with a smile, and there was no frustration on his expression.

The players from the other two academies also cast some eyes after hearing his introduction.

The whistle sounded quickly, and Cedric turned green and walked out.

Screams and shouts soon came from outside, and with Bagman's commentary, everything got worse and worse.

In the end, no one else knew what Cedric's result was, but the players went out one after another, and then the screams kept ringing out. Soon it was Harry's turn, and Harry's game Du Teng could recall with his eyes closed, nothing more than relying on the broomstick to distance himself from the fire dragon. It was a trick, but he was still young after all, and this was the home of Hogwarts, so everyone still gave Harry a round of applause.

Harry was followed by the others, and when everyone was out, only Duten himself was left.

Du Teng didn't do anything, just sat quietly, and when the ninth whistle blew, he took his wand and strode towards the playing field. (To be continued.) )