It was a cold November afternoon.

Clark walked out of the castle with Professor McGonagall.

They descended the stairs and came outside, where Professor McGonagall, who looked even more nervous than Clark, suddenly put her hand on his shoulder.

"Well, don't be nervous," she said, "and keep a cool head...... While we can't arrange for some wizards to be there to protect you, Dumbledore said that there was no danger in the whole game...... Now the most important thing is for you to give full play to your own abilities, and no one will think that you are inferior to others...... Are you okay? ”

The Gryffindor Dean babbled on and on, full of concern for his students.

Clark looked at her with a smile in the face of this concern, which greatly relieved Professor McGonagall's nervousness, "Don't worry, Professor, I feel great!" ”

Professor McGonagall nodded, and then led him headlong into the Forbidden Forest, following the path that had been opened up earlier, in the direction of the Dragon Farm.

As they got closer, Clark noticed that the door to the dragon farm had been enclosed by a large wooden ring stand.

Professor McGonagall led him around to the other side of the stand, where the warriors were waiting to enter, erected a tent, the entrance of which was facing them.

"You'll have to go in with a few other warriors," Professor McGonagall's voice trembled a little, "and Mr. Bagman was in there...... He'll tell you the steps...... Good luck. ”

"Thank you, Professor." Clark thanked him, and Professor McGonagall led him to the entrance to the tent, and Clark walked inside.

At this time, the other three warriors were already inside.

Fleur Delacour sat on a low wooden stool in the corner, she was not at all as calm as usual, her face was very pale and sickly.

Victor Krum looked more gloomy than usual, and Clark guessed that this was probably his way of showing his nervousness.

Bruce Stewart kept pacing back and forth, and when Clark came in, Bruce smiled faintly at him, and Clark just nodded at him.

And besides them, there was another person in the tent.

"Clark! That's great! Bagman turned his head to look at him and said happily, "Come in, come in, relax, just like you are in your own home!" ”

Dressed in his old Hornets jersey, he looked like a hulking cartoon figure standing among the pale-faced warriors.

"Alright, now that everyone is here—it's time to brief you on!" Bagman said gleefully.

"I'll take turns handing this bag to each of you in a moment."

He held up a purple silk bag and shook it at them.

"You pick out the little model of the thing you're going to be facing! They have different – well-– kinds.

As for your mission...... After the audience had arrived, Durmstrang would announce it himself. ”

Clark looked around, and Bruce nodded to indicate that he understood Bagman's words, and began pacing around the tent again.

Fleur Delacour and Krum didn't react in the slightest, probably thinking that if they spoke, they would vomit in a panic.

Above them, hundreds of feet walked across the planks.

The owners of those feet were talking and laughing excitedly, looking forward to what the warriors would do next.

In the tent, Bagman was already untying the purple silk bag.

"Ladies first." As he spoke, he handed the bag to Fleur Delacour.

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

Clark was relieved to see that Fleur didn't show the slightest surprise.

This is the most harmless of the four fire dragons, and it can be said that she has been lucky enough.

Krum followed Fleur closely, pulling out the bright red Chinese fireball with the number three tied around his neck.

It was the second worst, but he didn't even blink an eye, he just sat down with his eyes fixed on the ground.

Bagman handed the purple silk bag to Clarke, but Clark gave in and motioned for Bruce to draw it first.

Bruce was not polite, put his hand into his pocket, and took out the silver-blue Swedish short-nosed dragon with the number one tied around its neck.

Bagman sighed, and Clark knew what was left for him.

He reached into his silk pocket, and sure enough, pulled out the Hungarian tree bee, which was number four.

As he looked down, the little dragon spread its wings, revealing its tiny fangs.

"Alright, you've got it!" "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?" ”

The four warriors nodded.

"Okay, then I'll leave you for a moment, because I'm going to give an explanation to the audience.

One moment I said, 'Game begins, welcome Warriors,' and you guys go out, you know?

So...... Clarke...... Can I say a few words to you individually? Coming outside? ”

"Huh...... Good. ”

Clark stood up and walked outside the tent with Bagman.

Bagman led him a little farther away, into the bushes, and then turned to look at him with a fatherly expression on his face.

"How does it feel, Clark? Is there anything I can help with? ”

"What?" Clark said, "I-no, no, I don't. ”

"Do you have a score in your heart?" Bagman asked stealthily lowering his voice.

"If you'd like, I could give you a few ideas. I mean," Bagman kept his voice down, continuing, "You're at a disadvantage here, Clark...... As long as I can help......"

"Even if you can help, I won't forgive your debt." Clark took a step forward and said, "It's just a few words, but it's not worth a few hundred gold Galleons." ”

"I'm not...... I don't mean that," Bagman said awkwardly, "I just wanted to do a little favor, and I'm ...... fellow English wizard."

"No, I'm sure." Clark said very dryly.

"Okay then." Bagman touched his nose.

At this time, a sharp whistle sounded in the direction of the arena.

"God, I have to run!" Bagman, as if he had been pardoned, said a word in a panic, and ran away.

Clark walked towards the tent and happened to see Bruce come out of it, his face even more ugly than before, as if the environment inside the tent was too oppressive.

But as the two of them passed by, Bruce said, "Good luck!" ”

In his opinion, Clark's humility just now made his task much easier.

Clark returns to the tent and sits next to Fleur and Krum.

A few minutes later, Bagman's voice rang above their heads.

"Okay, I see that the people are almost there, so let's welcome them with the warmest applause - the warriors are in!"

Thunderous applause rang out above their heads, which meant that they should be in.

Clark and the others stood up and slipped out of the tent together.

When the curtain was lifted, the noise suddenly felt like pressing the amplification button, which made their scalps tingle.

In front of the eyes of the four of them, there was an open space the size of a football field, and in the center of the clearing, the space door of the secret realm of the Dragon Breeding Field stood quietly.

In front of the spatial door was a cup of fire burning with a blue flame.

"Well, you can see, our four warriors have already played, and they are-

Bruce Stewart of Ilvermorny!

Wickdor Klum of Durmstran!

Fleur Delacour of Beauxbatons!

and Clark Prewit of Hogwarts! ”

The audience applauded again, and the four Clarkes waved to the crowd in the surrounding stands.

"Then it's up to our Principal Karkaroff in Durmstrang to start the next step of the game.

Principal Karkaroff, please—"

Amid the applause of the crowd, Dolmstrom's headmaster, Igor Karkarov, carefully walked down from the rostrum with a roll of parchment full of words in his hand.

His movements are so gentle, and so calm, and the two opposing feelings have reached a wonderful harmony and unity in him.

Clark looked at Karkaroff as he walked in, and at the same time at the roll of parchment in his hand.

The paper was very old, with frayed corners and looked like a few ordinary pieces of parchment.

However, in Clark's transcendent perception, Karkaroff walked as if he were holding up a hill.

It was as if what he was holding in his hand was not a light roll of parchment, but a heavy history and civilization.

It is a sense of spiritual heaviness that is different from materiality.

The spectators in the stands around the stadium were also shocked by the sense of oppression exuded by his behavior, and the originally humming stands became silent.

All eyes were on Karkaroff, watching him move step by step in front of the Goblet of Fire.

The burning Goblet of Fire also seemed to sense that something extraordinary was approaching, and the blue flame instantly became a little stronger, and the flames rose to a high level.

Karkaroff walked in front of the Goblet of Fire, and the next moment, he made an unexpected move, and threw the parchment roll in his hand into the Goblet of Fire.

The blue flames licked at the yellowed parchment, turning it to ashes in an instant.

Then, as if gasoline had been poured into the fire, the flames in the Goblet of Fire soared into the air with a "boom" and swelled into a huge fireball.

The blue fireball burned in the sky above the playing field, and along with the ashes of the parchment roll, countless strange phantoms also flashed rapidly in the flames, one after another.

Countless mountains, rivers, villages and towns have emerged and disappeared.

Countless figures were born, grew, hunted, shouted, multiplied, and died.

Countless merfolk, gnomes, fairies, giants, fire dragons fought, betrayed and reconciled.

All kinds of images are intertwined and contended, as if they are evolving a long historical drama, or like a young child who has just learned to paint, repeatedly scribbling and reworking on the drawing board.

Karkaroff stood beneath the fireball, arms outstretched, and recited aloud obscure, awkward German poetry.

I couldn't understand what he was saying, but the content of the lyrics seemed to be related to the image in the flames.

So as he chanted, those originally chaotic images of flames began to evolve faster.

At the same time, thick dark clouds began to accumulate on the originally clear sky.

In the midst of such a wait, a scene flashed through the fireball.

The dim world, the shattered earth, the fire and lava rose from poisonous black smoke, leaving the whole world without light.

Countless gigantic corpses lay prostrate on the ground, blood pouring into the shattered earth like a river.

A giant as tall as a mountain stood scarred on the corpses of his kind everywhere, and in the palm of his right hand, a golden ring shining with a charming light.

The giant looked at the ring obsessively, carefully placing it on his finger.

The next moment, in a roar of pain, he grew hard scales and sharp fangs, and his thick snort turned into a blazing flame, sweeping the entire sky and the earth together.

Lightning and thunder roared in the dark clouds in the sky, and Karkarov's spirit was shocked, and seeing that the image of the evil dragon incarnated by the giant was about to be blurred, he hurriedly pushed forward with both hands.

The huge blue fireball with the phantom was like a meteor, and it smashed directly into the space door of the dragon breeding field.

Accompanied by a huge thunderbolt that meandered, like a javelin thrown by the god king Odin, it bombarded down heavily.

Fear spread instantly, and Huanghuang Tianwei drove the crowd of onlookers in the stands, subconsciously raising their arms to cover their faces.

However, things didn't go the way they thought, and the collision of fireballs, thunder, and spatial gates eventually merged together in a strange way.

Those blue lightning bolts and flames, along with the phantoms in the flames, were all swallowed up by the space gate chief whale.

When the spectators lowered their shielding arms, in the center of the playing field, only a extinguished Goblet of Fire remained, and behind the Goblet of Fire, a huge portal that burned with blue flames and was entangled in thunder.

Everyone was puzzled by this strange scene, they didn't understand, isn't this the game of the Triwizard Tournament, how can it start with such a big momentum.

Fortunately, Principal Karkaroff quickly answered their doubts.

"First game!

Warriors, you need to enter this historical fantasy in front of you in turn, fight against the dragons in the illusion, and bring out one of the most precious treasures from the treasure that 'they' guard. ”

Karkaroff's words made the audience talk again.

They didn't know what a historical illusion was, but they understood Karkaroff's words.

The next task of the warriors should be to enter the spatial door in front of them, pass the test inside the door, and bring out something under the guard of a fire dragon.