Chapter 388 The First Match

"You must go in with a few other warriors," said Professor McGonagall, her voice trembling. "Mr. Bagman is inside...he will tell you the steps...good luck."

Professor McGonagall led him to the entrance of the tent. She took two steps, then turned around suddenly, and patted Harry on the shoulder, "The rules allow you to retreat, although this is not Gryffindor."

"Thank you." Harry said in a monotonous, erratic voice. Harry, who was somewhat confident because of his mastery of spells, became nervous under Professor McGonagall's encouragement...

Professor McGonagall nodded at Allen again. She didn't need to worry about the smart Ravenclaw, and according to her judgment, Allen was strong enough to win on behalf of Hogwarts.

"The Hogwarts warriors are here! That's great!" Ludo Bagman, director of the Sports Department of the Ministry of Magic, turned his head and looked at them, and said happily, "Come in, come in, relax, follow Just like at home!"

Allen couldn't help laughing, no one would feel like going home when he was about to face a giant dragon.

Bagman, in his old Hornets jersey, looked radiant among the six Warriors.

"Okay, everyone's here now—time to give you a briefing!" said Bagman cheerily.

Allen saw that not only Harry, but several other warriors gathered together with pale faces.

"When the audience is assembled, I'm going to pass this cloth bag to each of you in turn,"—he held up a purple silk cloth bag and shook it at them—"from which you pick out the A miniature of that thing! They come in different—err—kinds. I have one more thing to tell you...ah, yes...your job is to fetch the golden eggs!"

There was no surprise on anyone's face, and everyone knew what they were about to face.

In a blink of an eye, I heard the sound of hundreds of feet walking through the tent, and the owners of the feet were chatting and laughing excitedly...

Allen could hear Furong's breathing quicken beside him. He was obviously not worried about his own strength, but he couldn't help feeling a little nervous under the influence of the atmosphere of Mag and the surrounding warriors.

Bagman was already untying the purple silk sack.

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

Fleur's long eyelashes were trembling constantly, and she took out a small, lifelike model of a dragon from the bag - it was a Welsh green dragon, with a number tied around its neck: number one.

Allen crossed his arms calmly, until everyone had taken away their models, then stepped forward and took the last Hungarian Horntail in the bag, which was number four. As he looked down at it, the little dragon spread its wings and bared its tiny fangs.

"Okay, you've all got it!" Bagman said, "You've all drawn the fire dragon you're about to face, and the numbers on your necks are the order in which you go to fight the fire dragons, understand?"

Everyone nodded in response.

"Well, I'm going to leave you guys for a moment now, because I'm going to give a commentary to the audience. Miss Delacour, you were the first, you walked into the field as soon as you heard the whistle, you understand? So... ...Ellen... can I speak to you a few words? Come outside?"

Bagman took Allen to the woods a little far from the tent, then turned his head to look at Allen, and said with a smile: "You probably don't need my help, but you are not lucky enough to get this attack this time." The most sexual one, I'd love to give you a few ideas..."

He looked around, then approached Allen, and lowered his voice: "I mean...as long as I can help..."

Bagman said, winking at Allen.

"Thank you, Mr. Bagman, but I don't need it." Allen thanked him politely, knowing in his heart: The reason why Bagman was willing to give advice to him was because of the power of the Harris family on the one hand; Put the bet on yourself, "But I will tell my father about your kindness.

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Then, somewhere a whistle sounded.

Bagman, who was smiling because of Allen's words, panicked: "Merlin, I have to run!" He ran away.

Allen walked towards the tent, just in time to see Fu Rong coming out of it, her face pale.

Allen nodded at her. She seemed to want to say something to Allen, but her red lips trembled slightly, but she didn't say anything.

Waiting is the most tormenting, especially when the noise and exclamations of the audience outside are endless, even Allen can't help but sketch the picture of Furong fighting the fire dragon in his mind.

"Oh, I'm not sure it's a wise thing to do!" they heard Bagman exclaim gleefully, "Oh... just a little bit! Watch out... oh my god, I thought she'd already got it! "

After a long time, the audience burst into cheers again... Everyone knows that Furong must have succeeded.

Harry stood up dazedly, he was the second, and when the applause and cheers rang out again, he walked out of the tent.

In the stands, almost all eyes were on Harry, and Ron was no exception.

"Harry might not have a good time for a while!" Ron also hoped to get everyone's attention, but if he had to face a burly dragon, forget it.

After seeing the dragon facing Harry, his heart ached. He felt that whoever threw Harry's name into the Goblet of Fire must want his life.

Ron stood up involuntarily, his eyes following Harry's.

"Are you worried about your ex?" A laughing voice came from behind Ron.

"Malfoy, you'd better pray for Allen!" Ron retorted bluntly.

"My God, he can fly!" Bagman yelled -- and the audience screamed and gasped.

Ron didn't care about arguing with Malfoy anymore, and watched Harry dodge in the air with all his attention.

After another fifteen minutes or so, people were shouting, screaming, applauding, and the sound was deafening.

"Look!" Bagman was yelling. "Look! Our youngest warrior got the golden egg as fast as he could! Well, this will narrow the gap between Mr. Potter and the rest of the warriors." difference!"

"For you, it seems that it is not difficult to get around the fire dragon to get the golden egg! You have already figured out a countermeasure, after all, the Firebolt can't be summoned at any time." Ron curled his mouth. , sat back in place.

"Everyone's highest score is no more than ten. See how many points you can get?" Ron squinted his eyes and looked towards the referee's seat.

He saw the first referee—Madame Maxime—raise her wand into the air. A long silver ribbon-like thing erupted from the wand, twisting to form a large "8".

Next is Mr. Crouch. He sprayed a "9" into the air. Dumbledore also gave 9 points.

Ludo Bagman gave an incredible 10 and the crowd cheered even louder.

Then Karkaroff raised his wand. He paused for a moment, and then a number spewed out of his wand too—four.

"Harry Potter is playing tricks. I really don't know why you give such high scores. In my opinion, he has no reason to score higher than Fleur's 38 points." Karkaroff deliberately prolonged his tone , said dissatisfied.

"Mr. Karkaroff, be careful about your standards. Krum is the last one. Other referees will also rate Krum based on your low scores in these two games!" Sitting behind Crouch Albert "reminded" that, after all, Allen was about to play fourth, and it was better for Karkaroff to restrain himself.

On the referee's seat, Mrs. Maxim and Bagman nodded involuntarily upon hearing this.

"Son, shut up!" Mr. Crouch frowned and turned around, yelling in a low voice, "You are not a referee, don't affect our scoring."

Albert was taken aback when he heard the words, his lips were pursed tightly, and he stopped talking.