Then the bag was handed to Hermione, and she reached out and pulled out a rather beautiful, iridescent, glittering, multicolored little dragon with rainbow-colored scales, this dragon had a rare lack of pupils in its eyes, and the number tied around its neck was seven. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Australian Protein Eye. Bagman chuckled and reached for the bag in front of Ginny.

Ginny reached out and took out a model of a fire dragon with a particularly swaggering bulge on his back, and Roger looked at it, the dragon that Hagrid wanted to raise back then was this breed... Norwegian Ridgeback, and the number is nine.

Then there's Luna, who is number five, and her opponent is a relatively small model of the Peruvian fanged dragon with smooth scales and a brass color, which has not long horns but is named for its poisonous fangs.

"Aha, and then we men... Come on, Potter—" Bagman happily handed the bag to Harry first.

The little savior put his hand into the silk pocket and pulled out the Hungarian tree bee without accident, which was number four. He bared his teeth and didn't speak, the homework he had done over the past two days had taught him that the Hungarian wasp was probably the most dangerous of all fire dragons.

Krum pulled out the bright red Chinese fireball with the number three tied around his neck. Without even blinking an eye, he sat down with his eyes fixed on the ground.

Cedric's face turned green and he put his hand into his pocket, and what he pulled out was the silver-blue Swedish short-nosed dragon with the number one tied around its neck.

Followed by Roger, he put his hand in and groped, there were two dragons left in it, and there was no choice, so he simply picked the biggest one and grabbed the Ukrainian iron belly... And in the sixth appearance.

All that's left for Neville is the number eight and the black-green Romanian ceratop.

"Okay, you've got it!" said Bagman, "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? Now I'm going to leave you for a moment, because I'm going to explain to the audience." Mr. Diggory, you're the first to walk into that field when you hear the whistle, you know?"

Before Cedric could reply, a shrill whistle sounded from somewhere outside the tent.

"God, I must run!" said Bagman in a panic, and ran away.

Roger smiled and teased the model in his hand, and the little dragon spread its wings, revealing its tiny fangs.

Cedric stood at the door of the tent, his face greener than before, his knuckles on his wand had begun to turn white, and after a few deep breaths, he lifted the curtain and walked out.

There was an uproar from the crowd outside, which meant that Seyderske had entered the grounds, facing a living creature that looked exactly like his model.

The resources and involuntary warriors in the tent sat there and listened, and everything was worse than they had imagined. As Cedric managed to get past the Swedish short-nosed dragon, the crowd was like a unity with many heads, screaming, shouting, gasping.

Krum was still staring at the ground. Fleur now followed in Cedric's footsteps, pacing round and round in the tent. Bagman's commentary makes it even worse: "Oh, it's dangerous, it's dangerous. ”

"He's really hanging this trick!"

"Very clever way... It's a pity it didn't work out!" Harry listened to the explanations, and a terrible picture kept coming to his mind.

About fifteen minutes later, there was a deafening cheer outside the tent, which could only mean one thing: Cedric had finally passed his dragon and caught the golden egg.

"Very good indeed!" Bagman shouted at the top of his voice, "Now ask the referee to score!"

However, he did not report the score aloud, and it was clear that the referees were holding the score up for the spectators to see.

"One goes down, and there are eight more!" Bagman exclaimed as the whistle sounded again, "Now, our Miss Flemban Delacour is invited!"

Fleur was trembling from head to toe, but as she left the tent with her wand clutched tightly in her hand, she still struck a haughty posture with her head held high.

The same procedure began again..."Oh, I'm not sure it was wise to do that!" They heard Bagman exclaim happily, "Oh... Just a little bit! Oh my God, I thought she had got it!"

Ten minutes later, they heard the audience erupt in cheers again, and Fleur must have succeeded. Then there was a moment of silence, waiting for the referee to score Fleur... Thunderous applause again... Then, the whistle blew for the third time.

"It's Mr. Krum!" Bagman shouted. Krum walked out with his shoulders slumped. After all, he is an international star, and he is used to seeing big scenes, and his mental state is more than better than the previous two.

In the tent without outsiders, several of Roger's friends, who had been tense, also softened on the seat like a deflated ball...

Ginny stared straight at the ground with a pale face, and Hermione and Neville had wands in their hands, hurriedly practicing spell casting. Harry was inhaling with his mouth half-open, his fingers twitching unconsciously, after all, he was the next one after Krum...

"How are you feeling, are you okay?" Luna asked without the slightest nervousness in her tone, but her eyes weren't looking at anyone, and she didn't know who she was asking.

"It's good~" Roger replied without raising his head when he heard this.

He was watching intently as Hermione's white eye was pressed against the table by his iron belly. According to the standards of the fire dragon, the Australian protein eye is not particularly aggressive, unless it is hungry, rarely kills and pokes, and is not at all the opponent of the largest Ukrainian iron belly.

Watching his own dragon ravage Hermione's model, Roger asked Harry's Hungarian tree wasp again... This thing is going to hold the last ring match before he plays.

But no one else had the heart to watch such a wonderful and realistic event, and the silence and dreary inside the tent was in stark contrast to the overwhelming cheers and exclamations outside...

"Very bold!" Bagman shouted, and the people in the tent heard a terrifying, earth-shattering roar from the Chinese fireball, and the audience invariably inched: "He showed extraordinary courage... Yes... That's right, he got the golden egg!"

The overwhelming applause shattered the winter air like shattered glass. Krum had done his job, and now it would be Harry's turn to play at any moment.

The little savior stood up and waited for the whistle to blow, the first of Roger's group of 'lawbreakers' to play.