"Ginny, what's wrong with you?" The next morning, Harry in the library noticed Ginny limping over, her eyes red, as if she had just cried.

Looking at Harry quietly, the scene from last night came to Ginny's mind, what she had lost, the humiliation she had suffered, she subconsciously clenched her fists, Ginny squeezed out a smile, "It's nothing, I just thought of a way, I know how to deal with the fire dragon, Harry!" ”

The smiling Ginny had an extremely sad expression, but Harry's attention was already drawn to her words, "Really! He excitedly grabbed Ginny by the shoulder.

"Hmm!"

"Great!"

Looking at the two of them from a distance, who were excitedly chatting about something, Mo Wen just showed a wicked smile, not knowing what kind of expression Harry would have when he knew it.

"Master, you're so bad!" In his mind, Yuan Chu muttered quietly.

"He brought it on himself." Mo Wen didn't care, "Maybe it's because I had a too smooth life before, in the original world, it has always been others who take the initiative to slap me." And I took the initiative to show favor to others, and tried to help others, Harry, for the first time, they "touched the scar on their face," and they did that to me, and I decided that I had to pay the price, and this qiē was just the beginning! ”

"Master, what a cautious man!"

"Well, that's right! I'm just a cautious person, so I've made a note of what you just said. ”

"Ahh Master, don't! ”

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Time seemed to travel in a way that had never been done before, and in the blink of an eye, three days passed, and all the warriors of the Triwizard Tournament, led by Professor McGonagall, came to the venue of their tournament and walked into the small tent next to it, where Bagman, who had recently presided over the Quidditch World Cup, was also the host of the Triwizard Tournament.

"Alright, now everyone is here - it's time to start!" He said briskly, "When the audience is gathered, I'll bring this bag to you," he said—he held up a small purple silk bag and shook it at the four of them—"From the bag you are to choose a model, and that is the enemy you will face later!" Everybody's different -- well, you know, there's got to be a trick. And I'm going to have to tell you something else. Ah, by the way, your mission is to get the Golden Egg! ”

Harry glanced to the side, nodded indifferently, indicating that he understood Bagman's words, and then laughed and chatted with Fleur, who was a little nervous and smiled unnaturally, and on the other side, Krum had a gloomy face and didn't say anything.

I'll make it, Harry quietly clenched his fists, cheering himself up.

In fact, he was lucky, choosing the scarlet Chinese fireball, a milder fire dragon, Fleur's opponent was the Welsh green dragon, Krum's was the blue Swedish short-nosed dragon, and finally the most ferocious Hungarian tree wasp was left to Mo Wen.

"Alright, you've got it!" "Now I'm going to go out, I'm going to leave some time for you, I'm going to go out and explain." Miss Fleur, you're the first, then Mr. Krum, Mr. Potter, and Mr. Gurris the last. Miss Delacour, remember that you were the first to get out of the tent and go inside the fence when you heard the whistle, okay? I'm going to hurry, the audience outside may not be able to wait. ”

"Come on, Fleur!" After Bagman left, looking at the restless beauty, Mo Wen just smiled and said teasingly: "Be careful, don't burn your skirt." ”

Fleur gave him an angry look, and just as he was about to say something, the whistle sounded outside.

Fleur took a deep breath and walked out, and a few seconds later, the crowd erupted in cheers as Fleur entered, facing her Welsh green dragon.

The situation should be quite smooth, the screams, cheers, and pantings of the crowd indicate that the game is still quite exciting, at least Fleur was sprayed by the fire dragon's breath without a single face. In the tent, Krum looked at the ground, and Potter kept clenching his fists before letting go, only Mo Wen swiped his hand and released a few invisible magic eyes, watching the live broadcast with relish.

In the wide field, Fleur faced a green fire dragon with a horse-like nose, and after avoiding the flames spewed by the green dragon, Fleur waved her wand, I don't know what magic she used, the fire dragon with extremely high magic resistance was drowsy, and fell to the ground little by little, and finally fell asleep. Relieved, Fleur was about to step forward to take away the golden egg behind the fire dragon, but at this time, the sleeping fire dragon actually spewed a beam of flame from its nose and headed towards Fleur.

Fleur was stunned for a moment, and then hurriedly flashed to the side, as if because of Mo Wen's reminder, she also considered the situation, and did not hide to the sides, but leaned forward, a pillar of fire slashed over her head, almost burning her hair, but in the end she was still allowed to avoid it unharmed, although it was somewhat wolf.

"Good!" Bagman shouted, "Now the judges will score!" ”

Soon the next Krum also appeared, and a blow of the eye curse hit the eye of the Swedish short-nosed dragon, and the fire dragon, which was almost frightened by the eyes, roared wildly, crushing all the eggs behind him.

"Very brave!" Bagman cheered loudly, "It takes extraordinary guts -- and—great, he's got the golden egg!" ”

Then there was Harry, "Oh my God, he can fly," Bagman exclaimed excitedly, "Is Mr. Krum watching?" Would Mr. Gurris do the same? ”

Harry used the Flying Charm to summon his Broomstick Firebolt, and with a wobble of the Flying Charm, he lured the dragon away and stole the golden egg.

"Look!" The host shouted. "Look! Our youngest warrior got the golden egg the fastest! Ah, that's going to make Mr. Potter's disadvantage much less! ”

"Then we're left with the last of our warriors, the hero of the Quidditch World Cup, Modi Gurris!" Perhaps because of his peers and the fact that he is a country, Bagman introduced Mo Wen with great enthusiasm.

As the whistle blew, Mo Wen also walked into the arena. Hundreds of faces looked down at him from the magically conjured stands, and there were frantic cheers everywhere! Opposite was the Hungarian tree bee, at the other end of the fence, crouching over its eggs, its wings half-open, its wicked, yellowed eyes looking at Harry, the huge black scorpion with phosphorus all over its body, waving its spiky tail, leaving a yard of holes in the hard ground.