Hermione stopped muttering and patted Harry on the shoulder, "We're well prepared, the key is to concentrate, and after that, we just need..."

“... Fight the dragons. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info" Roger interjected with a smile, and stretched out his finger and waved it on his forehead: "I wish you to press the dragon to the ground and call Daddy~"

There was a whistle outside, followed by Bagman's excited shouting, "Let's have Harry Potter on the field!"

The little savior walked through the entrance of the tent to the outside, first there was silence, then the audience whispered in unison, and then...

"Oh my God, he can fly!" Bagman shouted, the audience screaming and panting, "do you see, Mr. Krum?"

Hermione and Ginny crossed their index and middle fingers praying for their friends, Neville's body stiffened and didn't dare to move, even Luna stared at the ground and listened, for a while...

"Look!" Bagman shouted, "look! our youngest warrior has the fastest time to get the golden egg!

There was a loud and lively sound in the auditorium, and people were shouting, screaming, clapping and cheering, and the sound was deafening.

The friends in the tent were obviously relieved that the plan was successful!

Roger looked at his watch without surprise, it didn't take much time, far better than the other three seniors.

Fake Moody had obviously investigated the information of their group, and there was no reason not to use it if there was a better way to pass the level, so he dared to hand over the attention of the dragon riding a broomstick to Neville, after all, only Harry of Roger's gang had the best to fly and have his own broomstick.

"Well, the score on the field is tied for first place with Harry Potter and Victor Krum..." Now, let's bring in the next competitor, Luna Lovegood!"

With her wand behind her ear, Luna stood up as usual, looking less like a duel with a dragon and more like a tea party with friends.

Hermione grabbed her and instructed, "Remember our plan, you can do it!"

"Don't worry, I'm confident~" The crazy girl said suddenly, her big bulging eyes were pregnant with excitement.

"You're more worried, inexplicably like someone—" Hermione looked at Roger with a worried look on her face.

The boy rolled his eyes and said in a very angry tone, "What's wrong with me?"

"Yes!" Hermione nodded worriedly.

Luna stepped out of the tent, and there was silence outside, and then Bagman's voice rang out, "Maybe I guessed wrong?

A cacophony of chatter rang out, interspersed with some malicious ridicule.

"Oh, no... Another Flying Charm!" Bagman said in surprise, "It seems that the Charms class at Hogwarts is very popular with the students..."

Luna seemed to be going according to plan, and with Harry safe in the way, Hermione and Ginny relaxed a lot, and Neville began to practice his wand spell again.

Then there was an imposing roar outside, full of wildness and... Provocation?

Roger scratched his chin in confusion: "Shhh Maybe I misheard? How can this Peruvian fanged dragon roar like a bear..."

The tone of Bagman's commentary outside also became strange: "Oh my God, look... One of our youngest contestants seems to have made something amazing..."

There seemed to be bursts of emotion and amazement from the audience. Roger was fighting with several fire dragon figures in his hands, and he was confused at the same time.

The fire dragon outside seemed to be provoked, and it roared out like a bear just now, followed by the movement of something hitting the ground...

"Pretty magic! I bet it's not a common move!Oh.... Yes, she succeeded!!" Bagman shouted, and the audience did not hesitate to applaud them.

But then Bagman's voice sounded again, and at the same time there was a loud laugh from the audience outside: "Did you see it? I thought it was true... I have to praise it!" Bagman seemed to be slapping the table with him.

Roger's inquiring gaze was on Hermione, but the girl pretended not to see and looked up at the top of the tent, which was usually the one who hung their appetite, but this was a rare opportunity to get revenge...

The scoring session passed quickly, the whistle blew again, and it was Luo Ming's turn to play. He stretched his waist widely, and his bones rattled everywhere, looking like he was going to do a big job.

Hermione's arrogant head involuntarily put down: "Don't go too far, there are so many people here..."

"Don't worry, I'm measured. Roger grinned, licked his white teeth with his tongue, and slowly lifted the curtain and walked out.

"In his old style... Do you think he's going to be eaten by the dragon first?" asked Ginny, leaning over to ask, obviously thinking of the basilisk in the first place.

Hermione didn't shake her head or nod, but muttered, "As far as I know about him, his expression just now should mean that he wants to eat..."

Ginny: "!?"

Roger walked through the entrance of the tent and walked outside, now walking past the bushes, through a gap in the fence of the field, and his vision suddenly widened.

It's like an eerie Colosseum, with hundreds of faces looking out from the stands above, the walls are so high that they are several times higher than the seats in the spectator seats, and the supposedly flat ground is rocky.

At the other end of the field, the Ukrainian iron belly stood impressively. It crouched low, guarding its nest of eggs, its wings halfway folded, its scarlet eyes staring at Roger viciously.

It was an incomparably large lizard-like reptile covered in iron-gray scale armor. It is currently the largest fire dragon in the world, often weighing up to six tons. According to Roger's eyesight, the longest bone spur on its back was about as tall as him...

From time to time, it wriggles its tail and crackles against the hard ground, but only the Hungarian tree wasp has a sharp spiny on its tail.

There was a tumult in the audience, and it was impossible to tell whether these voices were friendly or malicious Roger. He didn't care, licking his face and beckoning in the direction of the front, back, left and right, completely ignoring the fire dragon that was vigilant about him.