Alive?

The word seems to be a common occurrence for everyone.

But Van Lin knew what that meant to Harry, or to himself.

Look at that Hungarian horn-tailed dragon?

The rocks he had smashed into and the ground had melted, and if Harry hadn't reacted fast enough, even with the protection of potions, the rocket crossbow wouldn't have been spared.

Falling from a great height and then being eaten by a fire dragon in one bite seems to be a good odds.

And then there's some bad stuff.

In retrospect, whether it was Vanlin or Harry, what happened was fatal enough.

Like the basilisk, or the bad things Van Lynn saw.

It can be said that every time they enter the season of death, the lives of the two of them are always hanging.

"I think we need to strengthen you in every way, Harry. Van Lin said, "At least those spells, you're really bad at them. ”

Harry shrugged his shoulders.

Several people laughed, and everyone could see that Fan Lin's words were insincere.

However, Harry still nodded, it is not difficult to imagine that the first level is the fire dragon, then the second level or the third level......

This could easily have killed him in the Three Witches Fighting Competition.

"Hurry up, Harry, they're going to show you your score. ”

Picking up the golden egg and the rocket crossbow, Harry felt so happy, definitely a joy that he couldn't have imagined an hour ago, he bent down and left the tent, Ron was right next to him, and the two of them talked as they walked quickly.

It was as if Ron had opened the door to a new world, and he was very close to being able to add ...... in his own words Belch...... Body language to describe the performances of the three contestants for Harry.

In fact, the focus is still on Fleur, and in the eyes of all the little wizards, Fleur's performance is the most amazing.

Of course, with the eyes of the animal, we can't be too demanding of him.

Ron and Harry took a deep breath as they reached the fence.

Now that the Hungarian horn-tailed dragon had been taken away, Harry could see the five judges sitting there—at the other end of the bench in a gold cloth hanging.

"Everybody's ten," Ron said, and Harry glanced at the room to see the first judge, Madame Maxime, raise her wand in the air. A long, silver ribbon-like object erupted and twisted into a figure eight in the air.

"Not bad!" Ron said, and the audience applauded. "I see she deducted a few points from your shoulder injury. ”

Mr. Crouch then lit up and shot a number 9 into the air.

"The situation is promising!" Ron cried, slapping Harry on the back.

It was Dumbledore who came down, and he also gave a 9. The crowd cheered more than ever.

Ruth Bagmun - 1o points.

"1o points?" Harry couldn't believe it. "But, I'm hurt, what is he playing?"

"Harry, stop complaining!" Ron excitedly said Karkaroff raised his wand. He paused for a moment, then shot the same number - 4.

"What?" Ron yelled angrily. "It's only 4 points, you eccentric scumbag, you can give Krum 1o points!"

But Harry didn't care at all, even if Karkaroff gave him a zero score, he didn't care, Ron's indignation for him was worth 1oo points in itself, and besides, everyone was cheating, which is not difficult to understand Karkaroff's identity.

Of course he didn't tell Ron that, but when he turned away from the fence, he was in a relaxed mood. And it's not just Ron, it's not just Greenffindor who was cheering him on in the crowd just now.

On that occasion, when everyone realized what he was facing, most of the students were on his side, and Cedric helped him, he didn't mind Slytherin anymore, and he could now withstand any of their attacks.

"Harry, you two, you and Krum, it's a draw!" said Charlie Weasley as they left for school.

"Listen, I've got to run, I've got to get Mum and the owl away, I'm going to tell her all about the birth - that's incredible! Oh yes - they told me to wait a few more minutes. Bagmun wants to have a few words with you. ”

Ron said he could wait, and Harry went back to the tent, which was very different now: a friendly, welcoming atmosphere. He remembered how he felt when he dodged the dragon, and compared to the long wait before he came out, it was a world of difference. The wait was unspeakably bad.

Fleur, Cedric, and Krum are all here.

Cedric had a thick layer of orange paste on half of his face, presumably to heal his wounds. He grinned when he saw Harry. "Well done, Harry. ”

"You too. Harry smiled.

"You've all done well!" said Ruth Bagmun into the tent, looking as happy as if he had crossed a dragon himself.

"Now for a few brief remarks. You've got a long and good rest before the second task, which will take place at half past nine in the morning on the 25th of February—but we'll have something to test your heads during this time! If you look at the golden eggs in your hands, you'll see them crack open and see the chains inside? You'll have to crack the hints inside the eggs—because the hints will tell you what the second task is and help you prepare!

Harry left the tent and was with Ron again. They began to walk back and forth through the woods, discussing enthusiastically. Harry wanted to hear more about how the other warriors had accomplished their mission.

Then, as they rounded the bushes where Harry had first heard the dragon's groan, a witch sprang out from behind them.

It turned out to be Rita Skeeter.

In fact, Harry has always been very suspicious of Rita's taste, how bad and how to dress, this is the image of the reporter of the Daily Prophet?

Or rather, the image of Rita?

She was wearing a dark green robe today, which looked like a toad lying in a pond, if Neville didn't skimp on his bad potions.

"Congratulations, Harry!" she said with a smile to Harry. "Can you tell me a few words, how do you feel about the dragon, and how do you feel about the fairness of the grading now?"

"Well, I can talk to you about a word. Harry said savagely, "Goodbye." ”

He was annoyed by Rita Skeeter, everyone he came into contact with would be like this, maybe Van Lin was right to leave early, he was also a talking point, if he was caught by Rita Skeeter, it was hard for Harry to imagine what kind of face Van Lin would have.

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