Chapter 388 Game 1 (Modified, Sincere Thanks to the Leader for Going up the Mountain to Hit the Tiger's Forehead)

"You must go in with several other warriors," Professor McGonagall said, her voice trembling. "Mr. Bagman is inside... He will tell you the steps... I wish you good luck."

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

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

Professor McGonagall nodded again at Ellen. She didn't need to worry about the smart Ravenclaw, and as far as she knew, Ellen was strong enough to win on behalf of Hogwarts.

"The Hogwarts Warriors are here! Great!" Bagman turned to look at them and said happily, "Come in, come in, relax, just like at home!"

Allen couldn't help but laugh. No one would feel like going home when they were about to face a giant dragon.

Bagman, wearing his old Hornets uniform, looked dapper among the six Warriors.

"Okay, now everyone is here - it's time to introduce the situation to you!" Bagman said happily.

Allen saw that not only Harry, but also several other warriors were gathering around with pale faces.

"After the audience has gathered, I will pass this bag to each of you in turn." - He raised a purple silk bag and shook it at them - "You pick out what you are going to face. A small model of that thing! They come in different-um-kinds. I have one more thing to tell you...ah, by the way...your task is to pick up the golden eggs!"

No one had a look of surprise on their face, everyone knew exactly what they were going to face.

In the blink of an eye, the sound of hundreds of pairs of feet walking through the tent was heard, and the owners of the feet were talking and laughing excitedly...

Allen could hear Fleur's breathing suddenly quickening next to him. He was obviously not worried about his own strength, but he couldn't help but feel a little nervous.

Bagman was already untying the purple silk bag.

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

Fleur's long eyelashes were trembling constantly, and she took out a small, lifelike dragon model from the bag - it was a Welsh Green Dragon, with the number 1 tied around its neck.

Allen folded his arms calmly until everyone had taken away their models, then he stepped forward and took the last Hungarian Horntail in the bag, which was No. 4. When he looked down at it, the little dragon spread its wings and exposed its small fangs.

"Okay, you all got it!" Bagman said, "You all drew the fire dragon you are going to face. The number on your neck is the order in which you go to deal with the fire dragon. Do you understand?"

Everyone nodded in response.

"Okay, I'm going to leave you for a moment now, because I want to explain to the audience. Miss Delacour, you are the first one. You walked into the field as soon as you heard the whistle. Do you understand? So... …Alan…can I say a few words to you? Come outside?”

Bagman took Allen to the woods a little far away from the tent, then turned to look at Allen, and said with a smile, "You probably don't need my help, but I am happy to provide you with 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, but I don't need it." Allen politely thanked him, knowing that the reason why Bagman was willing to give him advice was, on the one hand, the power of the Harris family; on the other hand, it was probably because he had placed a bet on a comeback. It's up to you.

A whistle sounded somewhere.

"God, I have to run!" Bagman said in panic and ran away.

Allen walked towards the tent and happened to see Fleur coming out of it, her face pale.

Allen nodded towards her. She seemed to want to say something to Allen, but her red lips trembled slightly, but nothing came out.

Waiting is the most painful, especially when the noise and exclamations from the audience outside are endless. Even Allen can't help but picture Fleur fighting the fire dragon in his mind.

"Oh, I'm not sure it's a wise thing to do!" they heard Bagman shout cheerfully, "Oh... just a little bit! Careful... Oh my God, I thought she had it!" "

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

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

In the stands, almost everyone's eyes were focused on Harry, and Ron was no exception.

"Harry may not feel well in a while!" Ron also wanted to get everyone's attention, but if he had to face a burly dragon, then forget it.

After seeing the dragon that Harry faced, his heart tightened. 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.

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

"Malfoy, you'd better pray for Alan!" Ron retorted rudely.

"Oh my God, he can fly!" Bagman shouted - as the audience screamed and gasped.

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

After about fifteen minutes, people were shouting, screaming, applauding, and the sound was deafening.

"Look!" Bagman shouted loudly, "Look! Our youngest warrior got the golden egg as quickly as possible! Okay, this will narrow the gap between Mr. Potter and the other warriors. difference!"

"It seems that it is not difficult for you to bypass the fire dragon and get the golden egg! You must have thought of a countermeasure a long time ago. After all, the firebolt can't be summoned at any time." Ron's mouth curled up. , sat back to his original position.

"Everyone's highest score cannot exceed ten points. 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 spurted out from the wand, twisting to form a big "8".

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

Ludo Bagman gave an incredible 10 points, UU Reading www.uukanshu.net The audience cheered louder.

Then Karkaroff raised his wand. He paused for a moment, and then a number came out of his wand - 4.

"Harry Potter is trying to be clever. I really don't know why you gave such high scores. In my opinion, there is no reason for him to score higher than Fleur's 38 points." Karkaroff deliberately prolonged his tone. , said dissatisfiedly.

"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 appear for the fourth time, so Karkaroff had better restrain himself.

On the referee's bench, Mrs. Maxim and Bagman heard this and nodded involuntarily.

"Kid, shut up!" Mr. Crouch turned around with a frown and yelled in a low voice, "You are not the referee, don't affect our scoring."

Albert was stunned when he heard this, pursed his lips tightly, and stopped talking.

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