Amosta, Ludo and Barty waited on the transfer platform for a while, as a swarm of young wizards flooded into the arena squeezed all the passable space, and the crowd of physical education students he sent to maintain order shouted hoarsely, doing their best to maintain order, and led the young wizards watching the game to the area where they were sitting.

There is no need to go into the excitement of these children after seeing the complex terrain in the center of the arena and the screen hanging high in the air and reflecting the whole stadium. In short, the already enthusiastic atmosphere of the arena has been pushed to a climax because of these children, as if just a little spark, cheers can ignite the entire arena.

"I bet this game will be remembered, Amosta!"

Ludo looked at the emotional faces and said excitedly.

"Hurry up, Amosta, watch the time--" Barty Crouch said impatiently.

"How's it going, Alasto, is everything okay?"

The three of them descended to the circular passage, and Amosta found Moody, as a security officer, standing in front of the guardrail, staring at the flickering display and dozens of winged panoramic binoculars flying in midair, seemingly completely unaware of the three people walking behind him.

This is very wrong.

After passing Moody, Amosta stopped coldly, turned his head to look at Moody, and asked calmly.

"What?"

Moody looked back in amazement, and after finding that it was Amosta, the magic eye in his eye socket subconsciously skimmed aside, and he was stunned for a few seconds before he came back to his senses,

"Oh, it's all right, Amosta, I don't think you're going to have any more surveillance, oh, I've got to go to Charlie Weasley's, and I can't make a mess now!"

Amosta had been watching Moody walk briskly into the passage leading to the temporary detention of the fire dragon, and in his purple eyes, a faint light flashed.

Barty began to urge again, so Amosta took another step and led them to a tent that had been placed outside the arena and could be connected to the safe passage in the arena, and the curtain was lifted, and the three men walked in one after another.

The tent made of thick felt was warm and there were not many people in the tent, and several officials from the Department of Magical Sports were waiting here to guide the warriors in. In addition, the protagonists of the Triwizard Tournament, the three warriors, are each resting on one side of the tent, and Professor McGonagall, who is comforting Hermione.

In the last few days, there were so many things that Amosta had to deal with, and he didn't have time to pay attention to the state of mind of these little ones who were about to become famous.

First of all, Fleur, as soon as Amosta came in, her eyes were glued, however, this time, there was no longer that charming emotion in her eyes, she sat there, her pupils showed a kind of enlargement after being frightened, and Amosta found that a wisp of pink on Fleur's original snow-white skin was gone, which profoundly explained what it means to be pale as snow.

Krum was much calmer, and he looked at Amosta and lowered his head, staring at his outstretched hands with a gloomy expression. Fingertips trembled slightly. Cedric seemed to want to stand up and greet him, however, he propped his arms on the bench and tried hard to prop himself up, but it didn't work, which made him a little embarrassed, so he couldn't move anymore.

And the youngest warrior in this tournament - Hermione.

Hermione's mouth was slightly open, and there was a blank look in her eyes, and when she found Professor Bryan walking in, her empty eyes revealed a pleading, and one of her hands was tightly gripping Professor McGonagall's hand, although Professor McGonagall had been comforting her, she probably didn't listen to a word.

There was a tension in the air, especially when the warriors found Professor Bryan and two officials from the British Ministry of Magic walking in, and Amosta even feared that the warriors would cry at any moment.

"Is it already time, Amosta—"

Professor McGonagall's voice was shaky, and she looked a little more nervous than Hermione.

Amosta's gaze swept over the four Warriors, and when he found that the Warriors were all dressed in the uniforms he had provided, he nodded with satisfaction, he heard Professor McGonagall's inquiry, and said with a smile,

"We'll have to wait a little longer!"

Immediately, Amosta turned to face Ludo and Barty,

"So, Ludo, Barty, who of you is coming?"

"This is your home turf, Amosta, so let's do it." Ludo said happily.

Amosta asked Barty Crouch with a look in his eyes, and the latter just nodded listlessly.

"All right, gentlemen and ladies, please come to me."

Amosta beckoned to several warriors, and the staff had the skill to deliver a purple silk bag sealed by magic to Amosta.

Several of the little ones stared at the bag in Mr. Blaine's hand at the same time, their eyes surprisingly unanimous, panicked, repulsed, and unwilling to face it

"Take it easy, but show your courage, strength, and wisdom with your hands and feet, and I can assure you that no one will die here today--"

Amosta humorously said that Ludo was amused and laughed, but there was no trace of relief on the faces of the warriors, and Professor McGonagall glared at him fiercely.

Ahem –

Amosta coughed in embarrassment, and then, with a wand from his sleeve, he unsealed the silk bag, and the other choked the mouth of the bag.

"That's-"

With the roar of the arena outside, Amosta knew he had to hurry, and he smiled and said to the Warriors,

"This bag contains a model of a few things that you will need to deal with later, and you need to take a golden egg from them, and that golden egg is in a normal place, very obvious, you can see it at a glance. So, are there any doubts? ”

Sure enough, it was snatching the egg from the fire dragon's hand, and the thought flashed through Hermione's confused mind, and then, before her thoughts could be clouded again, Professor Bryan had already handed her the horrible purple bag,

"I don't think anyone should have a problem with giving our youngest warrior a priority, come on, Miss Granger, your fate is in your own hands-"

Hermione pursed her lips, her lips were so dry that when the upper and lower petals touched each other, it felt like two pieces of bark had touched each other, and her mind was still repeating the spells she had practiced for the past few days, and it wasn't until Professor Bryan urged her to come back to her senses.

She noticed that everyone's eyes were on her, and she felt her heart beating wildly in her chest, so much so that the chest she was pulling was a twitching pain.

Resign herself to fate, Hermione reached into the bag.

Bang Bang –

Amosta watched as Hermione's wrist sank into the bag, and at this moment, there was a faint crisp sound outside the tent, and no one would notice the strange sound in the whistling wind, and at the same time, a little electric light suddenly flashed inside the dark space inside the bag, and one of the four small models quickly burrowed into the palm of Hermione's hand!

Hermione subconsciously retracted her hand, and then, her choice was also revealed in front of everyone.

"Oh, it's a Chinese fireball, you're the fourth player"

Ludo had said cheerfully, but he suddenly realized something, and looked at Amosta suspiciously.

"In order to prevent leaks, I changed the order a bit--"

Amosta's quiet gaze withdrew from the corner of the tent, where a small black figure flashed away.

"Really—"

Ludo muttered in a voice that he could only hear, and then, as if he had figured something out, looked at Amosta's eyes with suspicion, and he looked at Hermione, her cheeks flushed with excitement, and her eyes burst with light!

(End of chapter)