"And there's not just one way," Hermione said with her arms smugly, pointing to her dark circles under her eyes, "This wasn't for nothing. Pen Fun Pavilion www.biquge.info"

Roger smiled and didn't ask too much: "Then why don't you catch up on sleep in the room in the morning, why do you come out." ”

"There are refreshing potions in the room of requirement, and in the morning we drank a bottle by ourselves, and now we are in good spirits. Harry said excitedly, without a hint of fatigue, "Or even a little excited... I'm kind of looking forward to the afternoon game. ”

The last few hours without the dragon attack passed quickly, and Roger had lunch in the Great Hall with Hermione and Harry, and the people who passed by him wished them good luck from time to time, and of course, some gritted their teeth and said, "We have prepared a lot of tissues to cry for you..."

Roger: "With your looks, don't be embarrassed..."

It wasn't long before Professor McGonagall hurried toward this side in the Great Hall. Many people looked at them.

"Now the Warriors are going to go down there... You have to be ready to complete the first project. ”

"Oh," Roger replied perfunctorily, reaching for a large plate of roast chicken thighs and nibbling on his feet.

Hermione's fork fell to the plate and there was a bang. Harry stood up so hard that he almost knocked the stool over.

"Good luck, little sister," the twins cried out, "you will make it!"

"yes. Ginny said that her voice didn't feel like her own.

Calling Luna again, they leave the Great Hall with Professor McGonagall, and Roger spits out a chicken bone.

Professor McGonagall looked flustered. In fact, she was as anxious as Hermione. She accompanied them down the stone steps and outside, and it was a cold November afternoon, and she put her hand on Harry's shoulder, which was closest to him.

"Well, don't be nervous," she said, "keep your head up... We've got some wizards on the side, and if things don't go well, they'll come forward to control the situation... The most important thing is to make the most of your own abilities, and no one will think that you are inferior to others... Are you alright?" she asked Neville.

"It's okay... It's okay, I'm fine. Roger heard the little fat man say this, but he always felt that his legs seemed to be swinging, and it was estimated that the exhilarating effect of the refreshing potion had weakened.

Professor McGonagall led them around the edge of the Forbidden Forest towards where the dragon was. Approaching the bush where he could have seen the grounds, Roger found that a tent had been erected to block the dragons, and the entrance to the tent was facing them.

"You must go in with a few other warriors," Professor McGonagall said, her voice shaking, "waiting inside for your respective appearances... Mr. Bagman is also in there... He'll tell you the steps... Good luck. ”

"Thank you. Roger mumbled, munching on the drumsticks.

Professor McGonagall glanced at Roger, who was grinning and unslighted in the slightest nervousness, and unexpectedly showed a rare smile.

The professor led them to the entrance of the tent, and Roger and the mermaids rushed in, with only three warriors inside. Fleur Delacour sat on a low wooden stool in the corner. She was not at all as calm and composed, and her face was very pale and sickly. Victor Krum looked more gloomy than usual, and Roger reckoned that this was probably his way of showing his inner tension. Cedric kept pacing back and forth.

The Warriors ignored the big group of young opponents who came in. But Roger suddenly remembered that Harry didn't seem to have a chance to show his style this time, and told Cedric what the handsome guy's first project was going to deal with...

"Harry, great!" Bagman turned his head and glanced at the little savior, and happily pulled him into the middle of the tent: "Come in, come in, relax, just like in your own home!"

Bagman stood in the middle of the pale-faced warriors, like a big cartoon figure. He wears an old Hornets jersey.

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

Rarely, he didn't ignore Roger, holding up a purple silk bag and shaking it at them: "You have to pick out the little model of the thing you're going to be facing! Well... Class. I have one more thing to tell you...... Your mission is to pick up golden eggs!"

The last half of Bagman was yelled, for a deafening roar rang out from outside the tent as he spoke.

Roger looked around with a chicken leg in his mouth, but Fleur Delacour and Krum didn't react in the slightest. But no one spoke, so I guess they thought that if they spoke, they would probably vomit in a panic... After all, not everyone has Roger's good appetite.

Cedric shuddered, then began pacing the tent again, though his face turned slightly green.

It didn't take long for the sound of hundreds of feet walking across the tent outside, and the owners of the feet were talking and laughing excitedly...

Roger could clearly hear the Weasley twins shouting, "Bet!

"Action, guys, who wants to gamble in today's bloody battle?"

"Bet on Krum surviving or Cedric winning big?"

"Fleur comes out on top or are the six dark horses one point better?"

The twins' voices faded away, and it was estimated that the audience was almost gone, and Dumbledore's voice, apparently under the loud spell of sound, was heard outside the tent:

"Please note that this is a great day for all of us and all three missions are very dangerous, so please stay in your seat at all times so that any possible dangers are minimized...... Now, after waiting and guessing, this moment has finally arrived, let us all send our greatest blessings to the warriors of today!"

Screams, cheers, and whistles abounded outside the tent, and Bagman was already unbuttoning the purple silk bag and handing it to Fleur Delacour. 、

"Ladies first," he said.

She reached into the sack with a trembling hand and pulled out a small, delicate model of a grass-green dragon--- a Welsh green dragon, with a number tied around its neck: Two.

Fleur didn't show the slightest surprise, but a look of resignation, Madame Maxim must have told her students what the challenges were coming.