When Fleur went out, only Clark and Krum, who were sitting on opposite sides of the tent, were left in the tent.

"You know a lot about that story?"

The silence in the tent was broken by Krum, and the tall boy looked up and glanced at Clark curiously.

Clark smiled at him, thanking him for the kind reminder he had just given, "I know a little bit about the mythological systems and legends of various countries."

Krum nodded, continuing to remain silent.

Outside the tent at this point, the same procedure began again.

"Oh, I'm not sure it's wise to do that!"

They heard Bagman shouting happily, "Oh...... Just a little bit! Be careful...... Oh my God, I thought she had got it! ”

Ten minutes later, Clark hears the crowd erupt in cheers, indicating that Fleur must have succeeded.

After a moment's silence, the referees scored Fleur and the whistle blew for the third time.

"It's Mr. Krum now!"

Bagman's voice reached the tent, and Krum walked out with his shoulders slumped, leaving Clark alone.

He sat quietly on the stool, not pacing back and forth like Bruce and Fleur, nor nervously clenching his fists like Krum.

"Very bold!" Bagman shouted, but Clark was unmoved, his eyelids drooping, as if he had fallen asleep.

The audience invariably invariably inched, "He showed great guts — ah—yes, he got it!" ”

The overwhelming applause shattered the winter air like shattered glass.

Krum has done his job – and now, it's Clark's turn to play at any moment.

He stood up and patted the dust from his robes that wasn't there.

Then, the whistle sounded again, and he lifted the curtain and walked outside, the afternoon sun shining on his face.

Hundreds of faces looked at him curiously from the stands above, and Bagman's huge voice rang out.

"Fourth Warrior, Clark Prewit, get ready!"

At the other end of the field, the Hungarian tree bee is being moved into the venue by Charlie and the other dragon trainers.

Unlike the previous fire dragons, it was still awake at the moment.

Although it was weak enough to breathe flames, its vicious yellow eyes were still staring at Clark.

However, the big creature quickly disappeared into the vortex of flames, and without much prompting from Bagman, Clark followed closely behind and plunged headlong into the flame portal.

Spinning, tumbling, countless strange sights of flames flew in front of Clark.

He felt as if he had slipped into a fireplace sprinkled with Floo powder, teleported to some mysterious place.

Finally, after a whirlwind of the world, his feet were empty, and the whole person stepped on the ground again.

It is a soft meadow, as green as a fine Arabic carpet, and together with the blue sky, it makes a beautiful oil painting.

Above the meadow, not far from the slope in front of Clark, a wide river, shimmering and shimmering, rolled forward and stretched into the distance.

At the end of the river, there is a rolling and towering mountain range, and even if you just look at it from a distance, the feeling of being thick and solid has always been deep in the bottom of my heart.

Clark crouched down and ripped off a handful of grass with his right hand.

The jagged edges of the blades of grass were pulled over his palms and fingers, and the wet green juice stained his palms.

Clark rubbed it lightly and put the grass in his mouth.

The green leaf volatiles containing six- and nine-carbon aldehydes, alcohols and their corresponding esters, mixed with geosmin, a metabolite of actinomycetes, first burrowed into his nasal cavity, bringing the so-called "grassy" and "earthy" smells.

Then, a bitter taste spread from the tip of his tongue.

"Phew!"

Clark can be sure that everything here is true.

Visually, smelly, and tactile, it's all exactly the same as the real thing.

Even his sensitive sixth sense, as well as psychic abilities, told him that he had really left Hogwarts and was in a strange place.

"So, with the help of the Dragon Farm Secret Realm, has this really become a fragment of intercepted history, or epic legends?"

Clark slapped the foam and juice off his hand and reached out his palm, feeling the breeze on the grass gently brushing his skin, listening to the melodious birdsong not far overhead.

"Then, according to the story line of "The Gold of Laiyin", the river in front of you should be the Laiyin River in the story."

Clark looked at the mountain range upstream, tired of the direction in which the river flowed, "There, it should be the Alps, the source of the Lyin River." ”

In the Muggle world, the Lyin River originates in the foothills of the Alps in southeastern Switzerland and is 1,320 kilometers long, making it the longest river in western Europe.

The Alps are the largest mountain range in Europe and are the source of many major rivers, such as the Danube, Lein, Po and Rhône.

Of course, Clarke, who never ran out of money, visited these two places, and he even went to Switzerland to ski in the snow and admire the beautiful nature of the Alps.

And what he saw at the beginning was not at all the same as the scene in front of him.

"So, is it because of the deviation caused by epic legends, or in ancient times, this is what it is here."

Clark couldn't answer this question either.

At this time, outside the historical illusion, Bagman's loud voice also echoed throughout the arena.

"You can tell that our Clark warriors are very cautious.

After he landed, he had been observing the situation around him and had not acted rashly. ”

In the very center of the field, on the large blue flame portal, in the smooth mirror, Clarke's figure stood still.

"Eh, he moved, Clark moved...... He was walking towards the river...... What does he want to do? ”

Clark stood on the banks of the wide Lyin, the cold, moist air lapping against his cheeks, and the clear surface of the lake reflecting his reflection.

"The first difficulty in the game is where the dragon Fafnir is hiding?"

He looked up down the Lyin, at the Alps upstream, and then at the blue sky above him.

Although this historical illusion seems very large, it is after all relying on the original secret realm of the dragon farm.

The first law of alchemy states that matter and energy do not arise and disappear in a vacuum, but only transform into something else.

Even with the support of the leyline magic and wizard qi that the 'Great Grail' system draws from Northern Europe, but it is blessed from such a long distance, the consumption in the middle is also a lot, and at most it only expands the volume of the entire secret realm by twenty or thirty times.

In this case, the hiding place of a fire dragon is actually very easy to judge.

Contrary to what many people think, dragons are not ordinary beasts, they love to be clean.

In addition to being spacious and dry, the place to live needs to be well ventilated, close to a water source, and free from odors.

The empty meadow near the Lyin River clearly did not meet the requirements, and the only possible place was in the mountains upstream of the river.

In the previous three games, Bruce and the others also understood this, so after entering the illusion and getting a general idea of the surrounding situation, they generally went straight to the mountains not far away.

After all, they didn't know if the short duration of the game would affect the final score.

It's not wrong to end it early.

However, in the eyes of people outside the illusion, Clark's performance is different.

Unlike the three warriors who had used their own means to rush towards the mountains, Clark actually walked slowly upstream along the Lyin River with two legs unhurriedly.

Not only that, but in the process, he even stopped from time to time, occasionally reaching into the river to play, and occasionally sniffing the fragrance of wildflowers.

It was as if he wasn't in a race, but in the wild.

"Shhhh

Some of the students who were already dissatisfied with Clark immediately cheered at this moment.

A small number of people even exchanged ears, saying that Clark was just shouting loud slogans, and now that the game really started, he was so frightened that his legs were weak, and he didn't even dare to look for the fire dragon, walking so slowly, it was clear that he was ready to drag it out until the end of the game.

Of course, Clark couldn't hear these noises from the outside world.

At this time, he was still walking forward unhurriedly.

It's just that this secret realm is indeed as he guessed, and it is not as big as it seems.

Soon, after less than half an hour of walking, the towering mountains, which had seemed to be in the distance, seemed to be suddenly magnified, occupying half of the sky.

On the blue-black mountain, there was not a single green plant, only a craggy strange rock, like sharp claws and fangs, like the tip of a poisonous bayonet, pointing straight to the sky.

"What a treacherous place!" Clark looked at the steep mountain not far away, and couldn't help but sigh.

According to his judgment, after walking for more than ten or twenty years, he will almost reach the foot of the mountain.

It was only here that Clark listened again.

This time, it naturally caused people outside to boo.

You know, they had just watched Clark walk for half an hour, and some of the little wizards even took the time to go to the toilet halfway through.

It can be said that his performance just now was a urine spot throughout the whole process, and it did not give people a sense of urgency at all.

And now he actually stopped again, and was still playing in the water by the river.

It's like when you originally went to watch the sci-fi blockbuster "Shanghai Fortress", only to find out when you arrived at the theater that this was a brain-dead love movie, how could you not make people feel the atmosphere.

Faced with this situation, even the Gryffindor students, who have always supported Clark, expressed their dissatisfaction, and the entire audience resounded with a "buzzing" noise.

If it weren't for the fact that this game doesn't charge ticket money, I'm afraid they would even shout "refund the ticket".

At this moment, Clark in the picture made an astonishing move, and Bagman's commentary also sounded at the right time, "Ah, we see that Clark raised his wand and pointed at the river, what did he want to do......"

"There are many obstacles!"

Clark waved his wand at will, if it weren't for the fact that a young wizard of his age was too perverted to cast spells silently without a wand, as a [Psychic Warlock], he wouldn't even need a wand and chanting spells at all.

And with his actions, the invisible mental barrier stretched out, and the surface of the Lyin River in front of Clark was also like being cut straight into and cut by a sharp long knife, revealing a narrow passage deep into the bottom of the river.

With a flick of Clarke's wand, he kept the river from collapsing on either side of the channel, and he walked down the riverbed step by step.

On either side of him, the crystal clear water of the river flowed slowly, forming two huge curtain walls of flowing water, only a long line above his head.

The sun shines through the river, sparkling with sparkling waves. Countless curious fish, shrimps, and crabs secretly observed the uninvited guest in front of them through the fluctuating water curtain.

Such a beautiful and fantastic underwater scene amazed the audience outside the fantasy world.

It's just that they don't understand, isn't it to deal with the fire dragon, this is so good, why did Clark go down to the river?

Among the people present, only Flam and Krum, who listened to Clark's story of "The Gold of Laiyin", vaguely guessed something.

And the next scene seemed to confirm their suspicions.

When Clark reached the center of the Lyin River, a slightly dilapidated ruin of the village appeared in front of his eyes.

"This ...... Oh, look, what Clark discovered! There was a hint of excitement in Bagman's voice, he had been bored for so long, and he could finally see a different change.

Through the smooth mirrors of the flame portal, Clark could see that the first thing that appeared in front of Clarke's eyes was a crumbling coral wall.

The reason why it is said to be a wall is because it is absolutely impossible for a naturally growing coral to be as straight and continuous as those remnant coral walls.

Walking through the gap in the coral wall, you will see shell houses of all sizes.

These shells were supposed to be beautiful, but now they are covered in mud, moss, and tattered, and they are no longer visible in their original luster.

In addition to these houses and walls, you can also see from time to time various utensils scattered around some corners, as well as small shanties that seem to be used to raise something.

It is clear that under the waters of the Lyin River, some kind of intelligent creature must have lived here.

But it seems that they have left this place, so that it is all deserted.

Clarke's wand stretched out, strolling through the ruins, looking around warily.

The psychic power that was originally used to separate the river has been? Shrinking back, it formed a semi-circular shield around him, pushing the river out of the way.

"It seems that our little warriors are ready to go on an expedition to the ruins before facing the dragon."

Bagman was joking outside.

"However, if he wants to rely on the treasures found in the ruins to cope with the game, he will be disappointed.

As soon as he finished speaking, a slender black shadow suddenly burst out of the dim water, like a swordfish, and shot straight at Clarke, who was standing in the hemispherical shield.

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