Hogwarts is not an arsenal, and it is indeed invincible.

Harry didn't know his god of war attributes, and according to normal development, he was the seed of the future Auror.

If you think about it, the fourth grade can be with the existence of no nose to wave, how bad can the level be?

Harry's mentality changed quickly, lying on the bed and looking aimlessly at the ceiling, he found that he didn't care much about tomorrow's dragon or anything like that, and he felt like he was rotten.

"I think you should actually play to your strengths." Yin Lizabeth said abruptly, "Come to think of it, you're a Gryffindor Seeker, and I'll assume that you can be on par with me - so, what are your strengths?" ”

Elizabeth's words made Harry ponder, yes, what are his strengths? Except for your weapons? Oh no, you can't do damage to that kind of dragon except for your weapons, he's just a kid, not a wizard of Dumbledore's level......

Suddenly, he had a flash of inspiration.

"Fly! By the way, I'm good at flying on a broomstick! Harry said excitedly, then wilted again, "Oh no, the game won't let us bring broomsticks, what should I do?" ”

"Fly to spell." Catherine reached out and pointed to the book on the coffee table next to Harry, "Accio book!" (Books flying)"

Harry sat up all at once, and he felt as if he had discovered a new world.

"Yes, I can recite the Flying Curse!" Harry was so excited that he pulled out his wand, pointed to the book in Catherine's hand and said, "Accio! (Flying)"

The book didn't move, and Catherine's gloves were pulled halfway down.

"Are you going to let the books fly, or are you going to let my gloves fly?" Catherine looked at him with a blank expression.

Harry was shocked and hurriedly re-read, "Accio book!" (Books flying)"

His talent was still good, and the book slammed into Hermione's head with a parabola.

"Harry!" Hermione glared back at Harry.

Harry apologized and began to practice the Flying Charm again, and he had made the poor book fly around the room and it was about to fall apart.

"After you've become proficient in the Flying Spell, you might as well try some advanced possibilities." Hermione interjected, "I've got a lot of ideas, like the Flying Charm combined with the Levitation Charm...... Of course, this is only an assumption. ”

"Good idea, Harry can write it down, but don't practice now." Louis shrugged his shoulders and met Harry's puzzled gaze and said, "Chew more than you can, and take it step by step is what you should do now." ”

Harry, of course, understood this, and until he went to bed at night, he practiced the Flying Charm without any tiredness, like a child who had just been introduced to computer games, talking about the Flying Charm in his sleep, and hooking the owl cage and smashing it in the face.

The next morning, the atmosphere in the school became extremely tense and excited, just like when I was a child, before the school was about to hold a sports day, classes were closed early, and the students were happily communicating, discussing the players in the competition and today's victory.

Gryffindor's Wesley Twins even opened a handicap, and the students donated money to support their favorite players.

The school sent the students to the dragon field that Hagrid had directed, but of course, they didn't know what they were going to see or what the Triwizard Tournament warriors would face.

In the Great Hall, while Harry was still eating his lunch, Professor McGonagall hurried over, saw Harry still sitting there, and said loudly, "Potter, now the Warriors are going to go down there...... You have to be ready to complete the first project. ”

Professor McGonagall looked at Harry with pity in her eyes, as if she already knew what the first project was.

That's a dragon, Merlin is on top...... Professor McGonagall thought, snorting inwardly at the Triwizard Tournament's project designer.

"Okay." Harry spoke, standing up, his fork falling on the plate on the table with a bang.

"Good luck, Harry," Hermione whispered, "you will."

Successful! ”

"yes." Harry said dryly, he wanted to say something more, but he couldn't, it was as if his throat was choked, and the voice didn't look like his own.

He left the Great Hall with Professor McGonagall, who seemed to be calm and composed, but in fact she was not as calm as she looked, and was already more anxious than Hermione—if she hadn't scared Harry, she would have gone up to ask for warmth.

Professor McGonagall accompanied Harry down the stone steps and outside. It wasn't a cold November afternoon, but Harry felt a little cold.

"Alright, don't be nervous," Professor McGonagall said, putting her hand on Harry's shoulder, "I need you to keep your head level, Potter...... Don't be afraid, don't worry, we have some wizards on our side, your safety will not be a big problem, if the situation is not good, they will come forward to control the situation...... All you need to do is make the most of your abilities, and even though you're only in Year 4, I'm sure you're no worse than any of them. ”

Finally, looking at Harry's eyes in a daze, Professor McGonagall stretched out his hands and shook them in front of Harry, which brought Harry back to his senses, and she asked with a concerned expression, "Are you okay?" ”

"It's okay, it's okay......" Harry didn't know what he was talking about, but replied blankly - his mind was now full of dragons with teeth and claws, and he didn't bother to answer any questions.

Professor McGonagall knew he was nervous now, so she didn't say anything more, but led him all the way forward, around the edge of the Forbidden Forest, towards where the dragon was. When they approached the bush where Harry had seen the group of dragons the day before, Harry found that a tent had been erected to block the dragons that were about to move, and the entrance to the tent was facing them.

"You'll have to go in with a few other warriors." Professor McGonagall said, her voice trembling, "Wait for your turn, Potter." Mr. Bagman was also in it...... He'll tell you the steps...... Good luck. ”

"Thank you." Harry said in a stick-read, fluttering voice. Professor McGonagall led him to the entrance of the tent, where Louis and Catherine were talking.

"Oh my God, Mr. Mountbatten, it's great you're here......" Professor McGonagall stepped forward quickly, "Potter is up to you, I hope you can get rid of him, he looks too nervous......"

"Don't worry, Professor McGonagall." Louis squeezed Harry's shoulder, "With me and Catherine here, don't worry." ”

Professor McGonagall had just left, and Harry was about to speak, when a greasy, mournful voice came from behind him.

"Potter." It was Snape, "I hope you'll enjoy those cute little winged lizards in the venue, I can't wait to see them get up close and personal with you." ”

"Don't worry, Severus." Sirius patted Snape on the shoulder in the back, "After that, you'll also be up close to the cute little lizard, and I believe in the strength of the Marauder that will definitely give you what you want." ”

Snape's face widened at the word "Marauder", he glanced at Sirius, and left with his robes flicked.

"Don't worry, Harry, it's fine, I've seen the situation there." Sirius put his hand on Harry's shoulder and said earnestly, "Gryffindor be bold, think of your father, who has never been afraid in his dictionary......"

That's right, Jaime is known as the Gryffindor flathead, and even his old rival Emma wants to fight more than he is afraid.

In his words, Sirius is not promising, afraid of a woman called Gryffindor? If he was a little scared, wouldn't he be-

This is a cry of horror when you are hung up top-heavy.

Of course, Sirius will not debunk the true face of Harry's father at this time, and what Harry needs now is a fearless role model, not a scum who can't beat a woman.

Sirius finished speaking, squeezed Harry's shoulder, and turned to leave.

"Let's go, let's go in." Louis called Harry and led him into the tent.

For reasons dictated by Dumbledore, Ludo Bagman did not stop Louis from accompanying the three Hogwarts Warriors before the game. As soon as Harry entered the tent, he felt as if he was less nervous, after all, the atmosphere in the tent was obvious to anyone, and everyone was even more nervous than him.

Fleur Delacour and Marilyn Chabanor sat together on a low wooden stool in the corner, Fleur was not at all as calm as usual, her face was very pale and sickly, and Marilyn was no better.

But the good news is that Fleur and Marilyn are no longer as cold to each other as they used to be, and you can see that the two of them are still whispering. It is estimated that he was frightened by the dragon, and in the face of such a great danger, the small unhappiness between the two seems less important.

After all, it's impossible for the two girls Fleur or Marilyn to huddle with a few men over there to keep warm, right?

Victor Krum looked more gloomy than usual, his face with his blue stubble full of gloom, presumably his way of showing his inner tension. In the other corner, Vasily Petronko sat on a stool in despair, holding his head in his hands with a look of chagrin, looking at the situation regretting why he had chosen to participate in the competition.

He only wanted to participate in the scenery of the Triwizard Tournament, but he didn't think about the danger inside.

Cedric was pacing back and forth with a few pieces of paper in his hand, and when the three Louis came in, Cedric walked over to them, looked at Harry, and asked in a low voice, "Aren't you nervous?" ”

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"I feel so much better to see you all so nervous." Harry told the truth, he didn't think there was anything to hide from it.

Cedric was a little choked, what was the answer? This bastard kid......

"Ah, it's Harry! 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!" ”

Bagman stood in the middle of the pale-faced warriors, and he put on his old Hornets uniform again, like a cartoon bee, and it seemed to Louis that he would not go to Hogwarts to study with Dumbledore.

Dumbledore was an old bee, and he was a middle bee, and he had been passed down from generation to generation.

"Alright, now that everyone is here, it's time for me to brief you on the situation!" Bagman glanced at Louis and said cheerfully, "When the audience is here in a moment, I'm going to take turns handing this bag to each of you." ”

As he spoke, he held up a purple silk bag, and with a smile on his face, he shook it at them.

"You pick out the little model of the thing you're going to be facing! They have different – well, kinds. I have one more thing to tell you...... Ah, right...... You seem to have seen those little cuties when you first came, don't worry...... It's not for you to duel with those dragons, your mission is simple, just to pick up the golden eggs under their protection! ”

When Mr. Bagman said this, he didn't realize that the Warriors didn't want to deal with the dragon, but wanted to take down the referee first.

God is so cute, you call the group of big guys who breathe fire outside cuties, right? Why don't you see you getting close to them, bastard!

Cedric nodded slightly, indicating that he understood Bagman's words, and then began to pace around the tent with the pieces of paper again, his face looking slightly green; Fleur Delacour and Marilyn Chabanor did not react in the slightest, but stared blankly at the purple silk bag in Mr. Bagman's hand, and no one knew what they were thinking; Krum's face was even more pale, his fists clenched tightly, staring at the sack of silk while Vasily sat on his stool and sighed.

Harry's expression was much better now, and he wasn't as scared as he was when he saw everyone struggling with him - what did that say come about, only when you're scared is the real fear, and if someone is scared with you, the fear will rush a lot.

Catherine didn't think there was anything terrible about facing a dragon, and she didn't have a fight with Christasza in her original form, and the two could even fight in a five-five situation if Christasza didn't release water, and she was sitting with Louis talking and laughing and sprinkling dog food, which didn't fit in with the style of painting in the tent.

The other two schools didn't know that her terrifying warrior looked at Catherine with mixed feelings - big sister, this is about to steal the golden egg under the dragon's nose, can you respect the dragon a little? You don't look scared......