"It's beautiful!"

Obviously, he was almost burned to charred by Long Yan, but Hagrid still looked at the huge figure not far away, and said softly.

Clark, who was hiding behind him, shook his head helplessly when he saw this scene in front of him.

On the other side, the wizard who was controlling the fire dragon shouted, "It's useless! Recite the stun mantra, count to three, and recite it together! ”

As he spoke, each dragon trainer drew their wands.

"Faint!"

They shouted in unison, and dozens of stun spells shot like rockets into the dark night sky, bursting out of sparks like showers and falling on the thick scaly skin of the four dragons.

After all, it was a professional, and Clark saw that after being spelled by the coma, the nearest Hungarian tree wasp stood on its hind legs.

Its mouth was wide open as if it were yawning, and it let out a silent roar, and the flames in its nostrils suddenly extinguished, leaving only wisps of green smoke.

Then, slowly, slowly, it fell.

The sturdy, black-scaled dragon weighing several tons fell to the ground with a bang, shaking the trees behind Clarke.

Seeing that the matter was settled, the dragon tamers lowered their wands and walked towards the fallen fire dragons, each dragon was like a small mountain, and the dragon tamer was the climber.

They hurriedly tightened their chains and moved each of the four dragons into four huge iron cages, each with four iron casts on each of its four feet, nailed deep into the ground by magic.

"Want to take a closer look?" Hagrid asked Madame Maxim excitedly.

The two of them walked together to the fence, and Clark followed.

The wizard who had warned Hagrid not to approach turned around and was none other than Charlie Weasley, the dragon professor at Hogwarts.

"How's it going, Hagrid?"

Charlie gasped and came over to talk to them, his eyes constantly glancing behind them, as if looking for something.

Clark duly lifted the corner of the invisibility cloak to reveal his face, and Charlie was relieved when he saw it.

"They should be fine now, we gave them sleeping pills.

These big guys came from a slumber all the way, and I thought it would be better for them to wake up in the quiet of the night.

But, as you can see, they're not happy, not at all—"

"yes, they look angry, they must have suffered a lot along the way."

Hagrid said, staring at the nearest Hungarian tree bee with a look of almost adoration in his eyes.

The eyes of the big black dragon were still slightly open, and Clark could see a thin, cruel yellow glow shining under its crumpled black eyelids.

"Who's to say it isn't."

Charlie looked around as he spoke, and Madame Maxim was strolling along the field, gazing at the stunned dragons.

"I didn't expect you to bring her with you, Hagrid," Charlie said, frowning, "we're in competition after all, she's sure to tell her students, isn't she?" ”

"I just think she'd love to come and see her." Hagrid shrugged his shoulders, his gaze still staring at the dragon in fascination, "And Dumbledore didn't object, did he?" He knew I was going to do it, but he didn't stop it. ”

"What a romantic date, Hagrid," Charlie shook his head helplessly, "you'll have to take advantage of the opportunity Dumbledore has created for you." ”

"Four ......of them," Hagrid blushed and diverted the subject, "So, every warrior needs to deal with one, right?" What do they need to do - wrestle with the fire dragon? ”

Hagrid's voice was a little excited, as if it was a good idea.

He didn't think that those four warriors didn't have the physical fitness of a half-giant like him.

"I guess it's just passing by the fire dragon." Charlie guessed, "We're only responsible for taking care of these dragons, and it's Durmstrang who is really in charge of the first game." So we don't know the specific rules of the game. ”

"Does that mean," Hagrid said hesitantly, "that means Durmstrang's Warriors knew the details of the game early?" ”

"Who knows," Charlie shrugged helplessly, "I suggested to Dumbledore that we should be in charge." ”

"After all, if the situation is not good, we can still come to the rescue at any time and recite the extinguishing spell to the fire dragon." "You know, they're all going to be females with nests and eggs, and I don't understand why...... But the level of danger has increased by at least a significant margin. ”

As he spoke, he pointed to the tail of the Hungarian treebee not far away, "I can tell you that the person who spreads the Hungarian treebee has no good fruit to eat, and the back is just as dangerous as the front, you see." ”

Clarke, who was hiding under the cloak of invisibility, looked in the direction of his finger and saw long, bronze-colored spines sprouting from his tail every few inches.

At this moment, Charlie's five dragon training companions walked up to the tree bees, carrying a blanket with a nest of huge, granite-gray dragon eggs.

They carefully placed the eggs beside the tree wasp, and Hagrid groaned as he couldn't contain his heart's desire.

"I've counted them, Hagrid." Charlie said sternly.

"Will the big guys and their eggs stay when the game is over?" Hagrid asked, staring intently at the dragon egg.

"Of course," Charlie said again, as he seemed uneasy, "there are a number of dragon eggs, Hagrid, don't be mindful. ”

As he spoke, he sighed again, "Hey, seeing this, I really hope that Clark is still safe after facing this danger." ”

He looked at the field where the fire dragon was kept, and said with a heavy heart, "I don't even dare to tell my mother what Clark is going to do in the first project, my mother is already flustered about him......"

Charlie mimicked his mother, Mrs. Weasley's anxious voice, "How could they let him in that tournament, he's so young!" I thought they were all right, I thought there would be an age limit! ”

Clark listened, and felt a little guilty in his heart, since he became a Hogwarts Warrior, he hadn't written a letter to Aunt Molly, and he didn't expect that her aunt had been worried about him at home.

By this time Charlie had gone to take care of the dragons and their eggs with his companions, and Hagrid's heart had been filled with the enchanting four dragons and Madame Maxime, leaving him behind.

So Clark quietly turned around and began to return to the castle.

He saw what he was about to face, and he knew that in the real game, what he would face would be more dangerous and difficult than the other.

However, he was not worried, because of his strong strength, as well as the three spell seals in his hand, which gave him infinite confidence.

Now the only thing he has to think about is what to do in order to win this race beautifully and finish first in full view.

Clark picked up speed and walked on the edge of the Forbidden Forest, quickly navigating through the darkness and returning to the castle.

As he lay in bed, a thought crossed his mind: In this case, Bruce was the only one facing the unknown on Tuesday.

However, what does this have to do with him, this guy is not Diggory, who is also a Hogwarts student, and he is not Harry Potter who is overflowing with the heart of the Virgin.

Thinking of Bruce's expression when he saw the fire dragon on the day of the game, he seemed to be in a better mood, turned around, and fell into a deep sleep.

The next day, Clark refreshed himself and jogged a few laps along the Black Lagoon with Neville, went back to his dorm room to take a shower, and found Hermione at the Gryffindor table in the auditorium.

She was having breakfast with Ginny while discussing the upcoming Hogwarts Magazine and preparing for the first game of the Triwizard Tournament.

Clark and Neville sat beside them, their bodies having an extra appetite after their recent workouts, and they looked at the food on the table and gulped down.

After eating and drinking enough, they didn't have to go to class, and they came to the outside venue.

The three of them walked along the lake for a long time, and Clark told them everything about the previous night.

"So, did Dumbledore have the heart to match Hagrid and Lady Maxime?" Hermione's focus was not on the fire dragon, but on the gossip of the question.

"I think they're a good fit," Neville interjected, "they're about the same size, and there's not much age difference." ”

Clarke also smiled secretly, "Hagrid has been single for so many years, and it is rare to encounter such a good opportunity, of course Dumbledore supports it." ”

"I don't think it's very reliable." As a woman, Hermione spoke from her perspective.

"Madame Maxim is the headmaster of Beauxbatons School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, with a high social status and strength.

Hagrid was just a Hogwarts hunting ground keeper who dropped out of school when he was younger.

The gap between him and Madame Maxim is too big, and the Triwizard Tournament is time-limited, which means that when the match is over, they will be separated.

In this case, the two of them simply can't make it.

Madame Maxime is now kind to Hagrid, and in general, she has met someone of the same size as herself, and the curiosity and closeness that arise from it will eventually return to reality. ”

Clark and Neville couldn't speak, and as friends, they also wanted Hagrid to find his own happiness.

But at the same time, they had to admit that what Hermione said was not wrong, and this was the way reality should develop.

Not all feelings can be like in movies and TV, the rich daughter falls in love with the poor boy, it is just a dream woven by a dream-making machine, so that those salted fish at the bottom of society will not be too resentful.

They changed the subject and began to discuss how to deal with the dragon.

"Dragons are extremely difficult to slaughter because their thick skin is permeated with ancient magic, and only the most powerful spells can penetrate it, that's what the book says."

"But we don't have to break through their thick skin scales head-on, whether it's a strong shield blow or looking for their weak spots, such as eyes, nostrils, ears, throat, or even the excretory organs at the back. ”

"You can also attack with minds!" Hermione glanced at Clark, "So I'm not worried about him at all, with his profession, even if he can't defeat the fire dragon, it should be no problem to protect himself." After all, those fire dragons were just beasts, and they had no resistance to psychic attacks. ”

Clark smiled and didn't speak.

They walked three laps along the lake, enjoyed tomorrow's race, and then headed to the library.

But not long after they sat down, Durmstrang's warrior Victor Krum also walked in listlessly and sat down in a distant corner with a stack of books.

Actually, it was not a big deal, but soon, a group of girls also walked past them on tiptoe, one of whom had a Bulgarian scarf tied around his waist.

"Oh no, why can't he read on his stupid ship?" Hermione closed the book irritably, "Let's go, Clark, let's go back to the common room......"

Clark glanced at the members of the Starchaser Club who were chattering around Wickdor Klum not far away, and nodded helplessly.

In the days that followed, they were still like this, and Clark didn't even pay attention to how to deal with the dragon except for class.

He himself is very busy, in addition to the development of the dragon community that he is responsible for as a school director, the Hogwarts School Magazine and the magic card business also need him to look at it from time to time.

Even in the dead of night, he had to lie in bed and dedicate a part of his mind to some uninhabited island thousands of miles away to see how his doppelganger controlled (squeezed) the Death Eater prisoners.

Time flew by and soon came the day when the first project began.

On Tuesday morning, the atmosphere in the school was very tense and exciting.

Almost all the students in the house are looking forward to the upcoming first match of the Triwizard Tournament, especially Gryffindor, which has players on the way.

In order to take care of the emotions of these students, the school closed at noon to allow the whole school time to go to the playing field in the Forbidden Forest - of course, most of the students did not know what to expect there.

At noon, while Clark was having lunch in the Great Hall, Professor McGonagall hurried towards him, and many people looked at them.

"Puwit, hurry up and eat, now the Warriors are going to get to the arena early...... You have to be ready to complete your first project...... By the way, don't overeat, it's not good for you to exercise. Professor McGonagall couldn't help but say more.

"Okay, I see, Professor." Clark said and stood up.

"Good luck, Clark," Hermione whispered, "you'll make it!" ”

"Come on! We're cheering you on from the stands. Neville said.

"Hopefully I'll hear you." Clark made a joke.

With that, he and Professor McGonagall walked shoulder to shoulder and left the auditorium together.

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