As the time approached, Amosta got busier.

In order to maintain the order of matchday, Hogwarts has released a limited number of in-person spectators, and for the long-standing European wizarding community, countless celebrities and powerful figures want to be there to witness the opening battle of the first Triwizard Tournament in centuries.

Letters of request to watch the game have snowfed into Hogwarts, not only Amosta and Dumbledore, but also the staff who teach here have friends and family, and many of the recent letters they have received have tactfully expressed their requests to be allowed to enter Hogwarts on match day.

Even Professor Snape asked for a spot for one of his potions-savvy friends.

This was the biggest headache for Amosta, because he couldn't put everyone in the school, he had to have a choice, and for those who didn't get approved, Amosta tried to write back a letter to apologize.

In his style, he was reluctant to do it, but now he was more than just himself, he was already a banner of Hogwarts, and the world under the sun was always full of complex causes and effects, and it was impossible to do whatever he wanted.

In addition, the live broadcast of the event also consumed a lot of his energy.

The fairy and WWN have reached a cooperation agreement, and the venue rental is also in full swing. They sent a few machines, which were used to transmit broadcast signals, but how to convert the picture into a magical magnetic field signal, and restore it again, is only something that Amosta can do, and this is a core technology, and Amosta can't hand it over, so he has to do this job himself.

Bang--

A multicolored scroll of fire appeared in the student security office strewn with parts, and a slightly tired Amosta and Fawkes emerged from the scattered firelight.

Early this morning, he left Hogwarts for St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Injuries, where he went to discuss cooperation, and when it was time for the matchday, St. Mungo would send a team of elite healers to the Hogwarts station.

Although he didn't think that with himself and Dumbledore present, there would be any vicious mass injuries, but if there was a real event, Madam Pomfrey alone would not be able to support the scene.

"Go--"

Amosta said to Fawkes, who was hovering in mid-air, and when Fawkes returned to its true owner, Amosta looked at the jumble of parts with a slight wistful sigh.

Halfway through November, Hogwarts doesn't see much of a moonlit night sky at this time. It was the same tonight, when the sky outside the window was gloomy and bleak, and the light of the moon on the earth was obscured by stratus, forming only an irregular spot of light above the high sky.

Call--

Suddenly, a flickering silver light pierced through the wall and stopped in front of Amosta.

The silver phoenix spread its wings and sprinkled a little dreamlike brilliance, and its blue eyes showed a little smile.

"Is it going well today, Amosta?"

"Stop going around in circles, Headmaster Dumbledore--" Amosta's face darkened, "what's the matter?" ”

"Well, just half an hour ago, the tournament team had already delivered the Warriors' opponents to Hogwarts, and they are currently stationed in the Forbidden Forest, considering that these special guests may not necessarily like the environment of the Forbidden Forest, so I think it's necessary for you to check it out-"

"Why don't you go?" Amosta said unceremoniously.

"Ahh

"I don't think you can bear to let a centenarian endure the cold wind and dew at night in the dark forest to be terrorized by a group of fiery dragons, do you, Amosta. And, Charlie Weasley, who accompanied these 'guests' to Hogwarts, I think you might be happy to catch up with him. ”

"You're blacker than the alchemy workshop owners, Headmaster Dumbledore—"

Ignoring the phoenix patronus's ho-ho laughter, Amosta walked straight out of the office.

It's eight o'clock in the evening, and there aren't many little wizards up and down the castle, but almost every little wizard I meet on the road has a look of anticipation and eagerness on their faces, and even the air in the castle is full of anxiety.

The little wizards were all looking forward to the next Wednesday so that they could enjoy the excitement, and they would not be unaware that Professor Bryan, who had passed by them, had been sleeping for many days for the excitement.

The place where the dragon was stationed was a place that had been chosen a long time ago, so there was no need for anyone to show him the way, and Amosta wondered why the team escorting the dragon was a day earlier than scheduled, and with this doubt, Amosta made a quick march along the shore of the lake.

After about twenty minutes, Amosta turned from a path into the Forbidden Forest, where it was not particularly difficult to make the way, for from time to time there were blazing fires and angry roars from the dark depths of the woods.

Amosta walked around a thicket of trees, and then he saw a paddock made of thick planks, which he was very familiar with, because some of the magic used in the paddock for captivity was his hand, but the 'guests from afar' did not live in their new home.

There were four carriages on the edge of the paddock, each larger than the Beauxbatons', and now the planks had been removed from all four sides of the carriage, revealing the iron cage within, and the fire dragon in it.

"I've had enough!"

Suddenly, one of the people who were around the four cages, but at least fifty feet away, broke down and yelled,

"Get me into the paddock, for Merlin's sake!"

As he spoke, the man raised his wand, as if intending to cast a spell on the fire dragon, but just before he could make a move, a stout figure stopped him,

"Don't do that, Lovek, it will only anger it, they've been on a long journey, and it's normal for them to be wary of their new environment!"

"But we can't spend the whole night here, Charlie!"

The man who was about to cast a spell on the fire dragon yelled,

"We've been wading through mountains and rivers for more than half a month to bring them here, and I'm desperate to get a good night's sleep with a glass of whiskey and then lie down on a soft bed!"

The four dragons were in their cages, each with an arm-thick chain around their necks, and they didn't make much fuss, just looked around vigilantly, but whenever one of the dragon trainers tried to get close to the cage, the dragons would immediately hiss and spew blazing fire at them.

Tsk, how much is this worth--

Amosta thought excitedly, and then, walking out of the darkness.

"Got in trouble, Charlie?"

To be honest, half a month of running has made Charlie tired enough, and before that, he had never escorted the fire dragon on such a long distance transfer. So, even if he wasn't happy with the magic to calm down the dragon, he had to seriously consider Lovek's advice.

Just when Charlie was about to call his companion to cast a spell on the fire dragon, he was startled by a sudden voice behind him, and then his face was surprised.

"It's you, Amosta!"

And at this moment, the mutation protruded, and several fire dragons who had just stayed in the cage to guard against the approach of the dragon trainer fell into a freeze after seeing the approaching Amosta Blaine, and then, when the four pairs of hideous pupils were neutral, they surged into a monstrous rage!

Roar! Bang!

For half a month, these fire dragons have tried to break free from the iron cage countless times, and they knew that they could not succeed, but after the gray-haired and purple-eyed wizard approached, these fire dragons roared in unison, they bombarded the cage as if they were not dying, opening their bloody mouths full of fangs, and the next moment, the blazing flames like the sun occupied the vision of all dragon tamers!

(End of chapter)