Chapter 171 The 3-Way Tournament, Opening!

The night he went to see the dragons with Hagrid, Harry stayed up late in the Gryffindor common room. However, unwilling to give up, he waited until the eastern sky was bright, and Sirius did not appear.

It seemed that he missed his appointment with Sirius after all.

In fact, Sirius Black's face had just disappeared from the fireplace just a few minutes before he hurried to the lounge. But for just a few minutes, he had to wait for almost a whole night in vain.

And it was Maca that caused all of this!

If Maca hadn't gone to serve as some kind of image consultant for Hagrid, Harry's return time might be more than ten minutes in the morning, and the time would be just right.

It is worth mentioning that Harry did not wait for Sirius Black, but instead waited for Ron.

At that time, he was wearing a maroon swirl pajamas, walked into the common room, stopped in front of Harry, and looked around.

"You don't sleep so late, what are you doing here?" Ron said with a straight face.

"What does this have to do with you?" Harry growled impatiently, "What are you doing here?"

"I was just worried, didn't know you—" Ron broke off, shrugging, "It's nothing. I'm going back to sleep."

"You just want to sneak around, don't you?" Harry cried.

"I'm sorry," said Ron, his face flushed with anger, "I should understand that you don't want to be disturbed. Well, I'll step aside and you go on quietly rehearsing your next interview! Savior of the world, Champions of Hogwarts!"

Harry snatched a 'Potter Stinks' badge from the table and threw it across the room. The badge hit Ron on the forehead and bounced off.

"Here," said Harry, "Tuesday pinned to your chest! If you're lucky, you'll have a scar too...that's what you want, isn't it?"

Malfoy did not know who to order that badge, and if he clicked it, it would change to "Cedric Diggory is the warrior". In the evening just now, several students who supported Harry were trying to get it Change it to a sentence that supports Harry.

Obviously, that didn't seem to be working.

At this moment, Ron was covering his forehead and looking at him silently.

Truth be told, Harry wished Ron had punched him hard enough. However, Ron just stood there for a while in the skinny pajamas, then turned and went back to the dormitory without saying a word.

"Coward!" Harry muttered angrily.

After that, Harry waited in the lounge until dawn. But it turns out that he was just wasting his time.

After thinking about it for a while, he blamed this on Ron as well—maybe Sirius didn't show up because Ron ran out suddenly and scared Sirius away.

In fact, he also understood that even if it was really because of Ron, Ron would never know what he accidentally messed up. He knew Ron didn't mean it, but he didn't care - at this moment, he found everything about Ron so annoying, from head to toe, including the bare inches of his ankle under his pajama pants.

...

Because Harry missed the meeting with Sirius, which directly led to him not getting instructions from his godfather on how to deal with dragons.

All day Sunday, Harry and Hermione spent their spare time in the library. They pulled out every dragon-related book they could find, and the two of them began to search through the pile of books like a needle in a haystack.

But did not find any valuable information.

But in the afternoon, Harry met Moody very "coincidentally" in a corridor.

"Well—professor, I'm going to herbal medicine class—"

"Never mind that, Potter. Please... who's there!" Moody seemed to have heard something, and he suddenly looked around, but found nothing.

In order not to let go of any possibility, Moody even leaned out the window opening in the corridor and looked outside several times.

Harry looked at Moody wonderingly, not knowing what to do.

"Has he escaped... Please come with me, Potter."

Harry followed him, feeling uneasy, not knowing what was going to happen next. The weird guy looks sharp, so what's he going to do if Moody asks him how he found the dragon?

But neither of them noticed that just outside the corridor, a hummingbird was perched on the outer wall of the castle and on the brick edge above the window opening, closely monitoring all this happening.

As Harry followed Moody to his office, the hummingbird cocked its head and flew away flapping its wings at high speed.

Not long after, a figure appeared among the bushes somewhere in the vestibule.

"This guy is really difficult to deal with..." Maca muttered softly as he came out of the bushes, "I wanted to lure him away, but he almost found out."

As he spoke, he subconsciously turned his head and glanced in the direction of the principal's office in the castle.

"Fortunately, he won't do anything harmful to Harry." He said to himself, "Now we can only hope that the plan will not be affected."

When Harry emerged from the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor's office, he sprinted into the conservatory.

He hurried past Professor Sprout with a word of apology, then whispered to Hermione, "Hermione - we need to help each other!"

"Don't we do that all the time?" Hermione whispered back.

She was pruning fluttering bushes, and her eyes were round and full of anxiety on the quivering bushes. Because not only Harry, she also has to face that dangerous game!

But until now, she didn't have any confidence, after all, the enemy was eight fire dragons! Even if it is shared equally among every warrior, there are still two!

"Hermione, we have until tomorrow afternoon to master the Flying Charm."

Tomorrow is the day the Warriors face the first event of the Triwizard Tournament.

Except for Maca, every warrior was extremely nervous, but he was the only one who didn't take it seriously at all, and was messing around with his things as usual.

Just do what should be done—for him, the Triwizard Tournament is just a part of the plan, and he neither needs nor can win the final victory. All he has to do is to maintain this bureau stably until the final stage, and nothing else is the focus.

At noon the next day, Professor Orson called him together, and came to the clearing where the fire dragon was the night before.

At this moment, the vacant lot is no longer vacant lot.

On the left hand side, a large purple-red tent was set up on the edge of the open space. You could see that there was a sign at the door of that tent, which said "Warriors Resting Place".

On the other side, it was just above the original open space. A high stone wall has been erected. This wall extends far to the left and right sides, and there seems to be a corner at the end.

In the middle of the high wall, he also saw a tent, behind which might be the entrance.

"That's Hermione Granger's entrance, yours is on the other side." Professor Orson said to Maca as he walked, "Before the game starts, each warrior will go to their respective tents alone, Waiting for the sound of the start signal... the specific rules will be announced by Ludo Bagman later."

Maca followed Professor Orson along the wall for a while, before he realized that it was actually a square rock wall!

"Dumbledore must have done it himself to create a playing field of such a scale so quickly," Maca guessed secretly.

After Maca saw the entrance of Durmstrang, he followed Orson back to the resting place next to the venue. At this time, Beauxbaton's warrior Fleur Delacour had arrived first.

When Maca walked into the tent, Fleur was sitting on a low wooden stool in the corner. She was not at all composed as usual, and looked very pale and ill.

As for Mr. Bagman, he still looked energetic, and greeted Maca warmly when he saw Maca come in.

After a while, Professor McGonagall's voice was vaguely heard from outside the tent, and her voice seemed to be trembling.

"...wait for your turn, Potter, Granger. Mr. Bagman is inside...he'll walk you through the steps...good luck."

"Thank you," said Harry in a monotonous, drifting voice.

Maca didn't hear Hermione's voice.

Sure enough, the next moment, he saw a face paler than Furong's. Hermione looked like she was in a bad state, and it was unclear if she would be able to hold on for a while.

"Have you brought them all?" Seeing Hermione's appearance, Maca had no choice but to lean over and ask softly.

"Oh—what? Um...yes, I have brought all three bottles." Hermione was so nervous that she was a little dazed.

"Harry! That's great!" Bagman turned to look at him, and said happily, "And Miss Granger... Come in, come in, relax, feel like you're at home!"

Standing among the pale warriors, Bagman looked like a huge cartoon figure. He's back in that old Hornets uniform.

"Okay, everyone is here now—it's time to introduce you to the situation!" Bagman said cheerfully, "After the audience is seated, I will pass this cloth bag to each of you in turn... ..."

Just as he was speaking, he raised a purple silk bag and shook it at them.

"You have to pick out the box you're looking for and the area it's in," he pointed to a gorgeous gold-encrusted wooden box on the table next to him, "Of course, don't think about this box, it's just a Empty box. And the box you are looking for has something good hidden in it!"

Bagman looked around for another week, and finally said: "The game is played simultaneously, and this is a multiplayer game. Remember, if anyone is found in danger, the rescue team will come to help you immediately, but— — that will also mean, you will get a minimum score!"