Chapter 564 The Game Begins

In fact, Tuesday was not a pleasant day for Harry.

If possible, Fan Lin would rather pass the first level on Harry's behalf.

However, this is destined to be only an idea.

He could only try his best to make Harry master the spells as proficiently as possible, such as the Eye Spell or the Throwing Curse.

This is all he can do.

Harry was not in a very good mood either. Even though he had prepared so much, when he thought of those damn guys, Harry felt a little unmotivated.

It is a dragon after all. Even if the wizard has successfully conquered it, the power of the dragon...

This still made Harry feel bad.

Regardless of whether the people around him wished him good luck or hissed disapprovingly as he passed, "We'll have a box of rescue gauze ready, Potter," Harry felt particularly lonely.

The tension was so intense that he wondered if he would lose control when he was led to see the dragon, cursing loudly everyone he met.

Time seemed to be moving in a way that had never happened before, flying by piece by piece. One minute the three of them were sitting in the first period magic history class, the next minute he was walking to have lunch, and then (what happened in the morning) Where did you spend the last few hours before seeing the fire dragon?)

Professor McGonagall was hurrying towards him in the Great Hall. Many people around saw it.

"Potter, the warriors are going down to the playground now. You have to prepare for the first task."

"Okay," Harry replied. He stood up and the pork he was eating fell back onto the plate with a snap.

"Good luck to you, Harry," said Hermione, "you'll do it!"

"Yes!" Harry said, but his voice was nothing like normal.

Fanlin looked at Harry worriedly, but Harry was so nervous that he forgot to say goodbye to them.

He and Professor McGonagall left the Great Hall.

Professor McGonagall also looked uncomfortable, in fact, she looked just as nervous as Hermione.

As Professor McGonagall and Harry descended the stone steps into the playground on that cold November afternoon, she put her hand on his shoulder.

"Now, don't lie," she said. "Keep a cool head. If the situation gets out of hand, we will have wizards to control the situation. The main thing is to do your best. No one will look down on you. You still have to do your best." All right?"

"Yes," Harry heard himself say, "Yes, I'm okay."

She led him towards the dragon's hiding place, along the edge of the forest, but as they approached the trees surrounding the wall, Harry saw a newly erected tent, its entrance facing them, hiding the dragon.

"You and the other warriors go in here," Professor McGonagall said in an almost trembling voice, "and when it's your turn, Mr. Bagmon will also be inside. He will tell you and tell you the procedure. I wish you well. transport."

Professor McGonagall obviously knew what Harry was going to face, but that didn't change the situation.

"Thank you," Harry said, his voice flat and cold.

She left at the tent entrance.

Harry went inside. Viktor Krum looked more arrogant than usual, which Harry thought was his nervous way.

Cedric paced back and forth. When Harry entered, Cedric smiled at him. Harry smiled back, but he felt that the muscles on Cedric's face were very stiff, as if he had forgotten how to smile.

"Harry! Oh, okay!" Bagmon said happily, looking him up and down, "Come in, come in, just like you are at home!"

Bagmon stood among the pale warriors, looking a bit like an oversized cartoon character. He put on his old wasp robe again.

"Okay, now everyone is here - it's time to start!" Bagmon said briskly "When the audience is here, I will bring this bag to you," - he held up a small purple The small silk bag shook the four of them - "You have to choose a model from the bag, and that will be the enemy you will face later! Everyone's is different - well - you know, you have to There are tricks. And I have to tell you something else. Oh, by the way, your mission is to get the golden egg!"

Harry glanced to the side. Cedric nodded once to show that he understood Bagmon's words, and then began to pace around the tent again; he looked a little green.

Fleur Delacour and Krum didn't react at all.

Maybe they thought they would be uncomfortable if they spoke, and that was how Harry felt. But at least they did this voluntarily...

After a short while, I heard hundreds of footsteps passing by the tent. Those people were talking, laughing, and making noises excitedly. There was only a tent between them, but I felt extremely far away from that group of people, as if they were another species of creature. generally.

Then - what seemed to Harry only a second later - Bagmon opened the mouth of the small purple silk bag.

"Ladies first," he said, handing the bag to Fleur Delacour.

She put her trembling hands into her bag and pulled out a small, perfect model of a dragon - a Welsh green dragon with a number around its neck.

She already knew what she was going to face. Fanlin told Fleur that they were friends, and Madame Maxime. From the beginning to the end, if Harry didn't tell Digory, only Cedric would be nothing. known.

Fleur Delacour was not surprised, but looked resigned.

Krum's reaction was unsurprisingly proof that Harry was right again. What he drew was a scarlet Chinese fire dragon with a number around its neck.

He didn't even blink, just stared at the ground.

Cedric reached into his bag and pulled out a blue-grey Swedish short-nosed dragon, number 1. Knowing that there was only one 4 left, Harry put his hand into the silk bag and pulled out a Hungarian Horntail Dragon, which of course was number 4. When Harry looked down at it, it responded with its wings and small fangs extended.

"Okay, you all have it!" Bagmon said. "Everyone has drawn the dragon you will face, and the number refers to the order in which you will fight the dragons, understand? Now I will go out and leave you some time. I will go out and explain. Mr. Diggory, you are the first one, when you hear the whistle, go out of the tent and go inside the wall, okay? Now, Harry, can I have a word with you? Come outside."

"Um, okay." Harry said dully, he stood up and followed Bagmon out of the tent and walked a short distance to the woods.

Bagmon turned to him with a fatherly and caring look on his face.

"Are you feeling all right, Harry? Is there anything I can do for you?"

"What?" Harry said. "I--No, no thanks."

"Have you figured out a plan?" Bagmont said again, lowering his voice like a conspirator.

"Because I don't mind sharing a little information, if you need it, you know. I mean," Bagmont continued, lowering his voice even lower, "you are the weaker party here, if there is anything I can do to help, just let me know."

"No thanks," Harry, who was so eager to refuse that he felt it was too rude, "No thanks--I--I have decided what to do, thank you." (To be continued)