As for Hagrid's situation of forgetting all three of them in front of Madame Maxime, Van Lin was really a little powerless to complain.

There were too many slots, and Van Lin felt that he couldn't start.

From height, appearance, hair accessories?

Thankfully, Van Lin had got Hagrid's hair in order, and there were no more broken combs in it, but it was still terrible.

It was time to take Hagrid to Ollivander in Diagon Alley, where a wand was too far apart from an umbrella.

Or, through alchemy, Van Lin made Hagrid a magic weapon similar to that of a paladin of the Holy See?

This is necessary, but perhaps Hagrid will take this thing to hunt wild boars......

It's quite possible, there is no such thing as a joke at all.

Madame Maxime had been kept in the dark like Harry, except that Van Lin had told Harry what they were going to do.

After a while, Madame Maxim jokingly said, "Where the hell are you taking me, Hagrid?"

"You're going to love it," Hagrid said in a loud voice, "it's worth seeing, trust me, um—but don't tell anyone I'll take you, you know? ”

"Of course I won't tell anyone. Madame Maxim said with a twinkle in her eyes, her eyelashes black and long.

They continued to walk, Van Lin looked at his watch from time to time, trotting to catch up with them, the steps of the two giants were too big, and besides, Hagrid's plan was too hasty, wearing a few little imp heads to shuttle through the dark Forbidden Forest?

If they did not arrive at their destination quickly, he would have turned around and gone back to the castle, where Hagrid and Madame Maxime could enjoy their moonless stroll.

Hermione's intentions were a little hasty, it was too difficult to keep up with the pace of the two giants, especially the path of the Forbidden Forest.

Van Lin felt like Hermione had almost fallen here several times, and Van Lin was eager to tell Harry all about it, but ...... He doesn't have a good explanation.

After all, there are many things that can't be applied in the first place.

But then...... They had already walked so far along the edge of the woods that they could not see the castle and the lake...... Van Lin heard some noises. Someone was shouting ahead.

Then there was a loud bang that tore your ears apart.

Hagrid led Madame Maxime around a bush and stopped. A few of them stepped forward, and Harry nearly crashed into Van Lin.

When they were seated next to Hagrid—for a second, Harry saw the flames, and the people running around him—and Harry's mouth opened wide in surprise.

It's a dragon!

Four large tonnage dragons were standing upright in a water-enclosed enclosure, roaring and spewing harshly—their gaping mouths not only fangs, but also bursts of fire, where they stretched their necks and spewed fire fifty feet into the air.

There was a silver-gray-blue dragon with long, pointed horns that roared at the warlocks on the ground, another green dragon with smooth phosphorus sheets, twisting its body with all its might, stomping heavily on the ground, and then there was the red dragon, with a strange golden river on its face, aiming at the mushroom-like clouds in the sky, and the last one, the black dragon, more like a lizard than any other, and the closest to them.

There were at least thirty warlocks, seven or eight of them dealing with one dragon for every seven or eight people, trying to control them as much as possible, desperately pulling at the chains that were tied around the dragons' necks and legs.

Harry was completely stunned by the sight, he looked up and looked at the black dragon's eyes in the sky, which had round eyes like cats, bulging big, whether it was fear or anger, Harry didn't know, it screamed the trombone, and the sound was terrible.

"Don't come over there, Hagrid," cried a warlock near the wall, clutching at the chains in his hands.

"That dragon can breathe fire within twenty feet! I've seen that black dragon breathe fire at forty feet!"

"Isn't this fire-breathing beautiful?" said Hagrid softly. "That's a fate!" shouted another warlock,

"Count three, with a stun spell. ”

Harry saw that every dragon watcher had pulled out their wands.

"Stupefy!" they shouted in unison, and the light of the Stupefy spell shot into the night sky, and they collided with each other and fell into a meteor shower on the dragon's magnetic skin.

Harry watched as the dragon's legs closest to them began to unsteady and swing dangerously, his mouth suddenly opened, and he let out a roar of rage, and the fire went out of his nose, but the smoke was still rising—and then, very slowly, it fell—the strong body of several tons, and the black phosphorus flakes, and fell with a thud, so loud that Harry could swear that the tree behind him was shaking.

The dragon keepers put down their wands and ran to the animals they were watching over that were lying on the ground like hills, and they hurriedly tied the chains and tightly tied the iron cages, the ~ ends of which were buried deep in the ground.

"Would you like to take a closer look?" Hagrid asked Mrs. Maxim excitedly, as the two of them slowly moved towards the fence, Harry following closely behind, Harry finally recognized the person who had warned Hagrid not to approach, and he was Charlie Weasley.

"Alright, Hagrid?" he said, panting, "they're in good shape right now, and we've locked them up in the netting and put them on the road, and while they may like to wake up to the darkness and the silence, but, as you can see, they're not happy at all. ”

"What kind of ones do you have, Charlie?" Hagrid asked, his eyes still fixed on the nearest black dragon with a hint of reverence, the dragon's eyes wide and round, and Harry seemed to see a glimmer of gold in its blinking eyes.

"This is the Hungarian horn-tailed dragon," said Charlie, "and there's a green dragon from Vertu, the little one, and the Swiss short-nosed dragon, which is blue-gray, and a Chinese fireball dragon, the red one." ”

"By the way, and Noble. Charlie took out a chest from the side, "The Norwegian Spinback is too destructive, even stronger than the Hungarian Horntail, although he is not yet an adult, but I don't think the Hogwarts guardian drake should harm the Hogwarts students." ”

Charlie looked around, and Madame Maxim was circling around the iron cage, staring at the frightened dragons.

"I don't understand why you brought her, Hagrid," Charlie said with a frown, "the contestant shouldn't know what she's about to face, she'll tell her students, right?"

"Just think she likes to watch it. Hagrid shrugged, his eyes still fixed on the caged dragons.

"It's romantic, Hagrid. Charlie shook his head as he spoke.

"Four...... So it's one for each player, right?" Hagrid asked.

"Maybe just stepping over them," said Charlie, "but to be honest, I don't envy the one who ran into the trumpet-tailed dragon, which looked terrible, and its tail looked as fierce and dangerous as its head, you see. ”

Charlie pointed to the trumpet-tailed dragon's tail, and Harry did see long spikes lined up densely.

"If anyone is unlucky enough to run into him, then this player is really unlucky. ”

At this moment, Charlie's five peers also walked towards the horn-tailed dragon, and they carried a large pile of huge gray egg-like objects beside the trumpet-tailed dragon, and the trumpet-tailed dragon let out a hungry roar.

"I've got it done, Hagrid," Charlie said solemnly, and then he asked Hagrid, "How is Harry?"

"It's good. Hagrid said, eyes still fixed on the dragon egg.

"Hopefully he'll stay that way when he sees these things," Charlie said solemnly, careful not to go near the fence, "I don't dare tell my mother what the first problem he is about to run into is, she always gets a bunch of peaches around him......"

Charlie imitated his mother's anxious expression: "How can they let him participate in that damn game, he's still young! I think there's going to be an age limit'! She was furious when she read the Daily Prophet, and he shouted at his parents! Sorry, God forbid, I never knew about him. ”

Harry had had enough, and he believed that Hagrid would not notice him, because the four dragons and Madame Maxime had taken over his sight, so he quietly turned around and walked away from the castle in silence.

Foreseeing what was going to happen, he wasn't sure if he was happy about it. Maybe it's better that way. The first shock is now over. If it had been the first time he had seen the dragons on Tuesday, he might have let off a chill in front of the whole school...... But it may also ...... He would put on his wand against a fifty-foot-tall, scaly, pinned Charizard, even though the wand was no different from a saw. And he had to pass that test.

In full view. What to do?

Harry picked up speed and made his way to the edge of the forest, panic taking over Harry's brain at this moment.

Now his mind was full of the shadows of those dragons.

Hungarian horn-tailed dragon, that tyrannical image.

He didn't quite hear what Charlie was saying, but it didn't matter.

His instincts told him that it would be his turn to deal with the worst dragon.

It was unlucky, and the thought took over Harry's heart in an instant.

Harry could almost imagine how miserable he must have looked in front of the Hungarian horn-tailed dragon.

Pierced by the damn spike in his tail and then died in front of everyone?

It's a bit ridiculous, and it's a joke to let him participate in this damn Three Witches Fighting Tournament.

Suddenly, without warning, he crashed into a very hard object. Harry was knocked back, his glasses crooked to the side, and he clutched his cloak. There was a voice next to him, "Ouch, who's there?"

Harry hurried to check that the cloak was still wrapped around him, and he lay still, staring at the dark silhouette of the wizard he had bumped into. He recognized the goatee...... That's Karkaroff.

"Who's there?" Karkrov shouted again, looking suspiciously in the darkness. Harry remained silent, silent. After about a minute, Karkaroff seemed to think he had bumped into some kind of animal, and he looked around waist-high as if he were looking for a dog.

Then he crawled back under the bushes and began to make his way slowly towards where the dragon was.

Slowly, cautiously, Harry stood up and set off again. He lowered his voice and walked as fast as he could, through the darkness and Hogwarts.

He knew exactly what Karkaroff was going to do.

He once snuck out of the boat to find out what his first mission was. He might even have seen Hagrid and Madame Maxime around the woods - it wasn't hard to see them from a distance...... And now all Karkaroff has to do is follow the voice, so that, like Mrs. Massim, he can know what awaits the players.

On the face of it, Cedric was the only one who didn't know anything about Tuesday's test.

Harry arrived at the castle, slipped through the front door, and began to climb the marble staircase, he was almost out of breath, but he still did not dare to let up......

Like a drowning man, to be exact, he was drowning in the dragon's breath.

It's quite possible.

"Nonsense!" he said puffingly, to the fat lady who was napping in the portrait hole.

It looks like the fat lady has just gone to some kind of banquet, and she has some ridiculous feather headdress tied to her head.

It looks like a peacock with the screen open.

That's a terrible analogy.

Harry couldn't understand why such a beautiful looking bird could be called such a bad name, which was not kind to the British, and even considered evil.

The Fat Lady was sleepy-eyed, and she didn't look happy with being woken up by Harry.

Maybe she was so sleepy that she didn't even take down the ridiculous decorations.

God knows why a ghost sleeps?

It's like Myrtle, she's always a neurotic look when you want to find her, and the tireless Peeves.

"You say yes, yes. The fat lady didn't seem to be about to come to her senses, she seemed a little bad.

But Harry didn't bother to pay attention.

He calmed down a bit, but his mind was still full of dragons.

He didn't know if those spells worked, he saw that those dragon trainers, several people worked together to get one unconscious......

His spells were terrible, like in his second year, and Vanlin's spells could hurt the basilisk in the Slytherin Vault, but he could only foolishly learn from those fighters to fight with swords.

He was a wizard.

Harry wanted to talk to Ron about the dragon now, but Ron ......

Maybe he was sleeping, maybe he was still angry with him, and worst of all, he forgot about Van Lin and Hermione in the panic just now.

That's bad enough.

Harry felt like a defeated rooster now, and it was a shame to be downcast...... 10