"You have to go in with the other Warriors," Professor Mag said, her voice trembling. "Mr. Bargman is inside … He will tell you the steps … Good luck."
Professor Mag led Harry to the entrance of the tent. She took two steps and suddenly turned back. She patted him on the shoulder. "The rules allow you to step back, although it's not Gryffindor."
"Thank you," Harry said in a monotonous, ethereal voice.
Professor Mag nodded at Allen again. She didn't have to worry about the smart Ravenclaw, and as far as she knew, Allen's ability was enough to represent the Hogwarts to win.
"The Hogwarts Warriors are here! That's great! " Bargman turned to look at them, and cheerfully said, "Come in, come in. Relax. Make yourself at home!"
Allen couldn't help but laugh. No one would feel at home when they were about to face a giant dragon.
Bargman was wearing his old WASP uniform, and looked very energetic among the six Warriors.
"Alright, now that everyone is here, it's time to explain the situation to you!" Bargman said happily.
Allen saw that not only Harry, but the other Warriors were also gathering around with pale faces.
"When the spectators are assembled, I will pass this sack to each of you in turn" -- he held up a purple silk sack, and shook it at them -- "and you will select from it a little model of the thing you are about to confront! They have different — um — types. I have one more thing to tell you … Ah, yes … Your mission is to pick up the golden eggs! "
No one looked surprised. Everyone knew what they were going to face.
In the blink of an eye, they heard the sound of hundreds and thousands of feet walking past the tent. The owners of the feet were all talking and laughing excitedly …
Allen could hear Hibiscus Chinensis's breathing quicken. He wasn't worried about his ability, but he couldn't help but feel a little nervous.
Bargman was already opening the purple silk bag.
"Ladies first," he said, handing the bag to Hibiscus Chinensis. Before Dracul.
Hibiscus Chinensis's long eyelashes trembled as 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 in front of his chest and waited until everyone had taken their models before he walked forward and took the last Hungarian Wasp in the bag. It was number four. When he looked down at it, the little dragon spread its wings and revealed its small fangs.
"Alright, you all got it!" "You've all drawn the Fire Dragon that you're going to face. The numbers on your necks are the order in which you'll face the Fire Dragon. Do you understand?"
Everyone nodded in response.
"Alright, I'm going to leave you guys for a while because I need to explain to the audience. Miss Dracul, you were the first. You entered the field as soon as you heard the whistle. Do you understand? Then … Allen … can I have a few words with you? Come outside? "
Bargman led Allen to the woods a little further away from the tent. He then turned to look at Allen and smiled. "I don't think you need my help, but I'm very willing to give you some ideas."
He looked around, then approached Allen and lowered his voice. "I mean … as long as I can help …"
Bargman winked at Allen as he spoke.
"Thank you, but I don't need it." Allen thanked him politely. He knew that the reason why Bagman was willing to give him pointers was partly because of the power of the Harris family. On the other hand, it was probably because Bagman had placed the bet on him to turn the tables.
A whistle sounded from somewhere.
"Good God, I must run!" said Bargmann, in a panic, and broke into a run.
Allen walked towards the tent and saw Hibiscus Chinensis coming out with a pale face.
Allen nodded at her. She seemed to want to say something to Allen, but her red lips trembled slightly and she didn't say anything.
Waiting was the most torturous thing, especially when the audience outside was clamoring and screaming. Even Allen couldn't help but picture the scene of Hibiscus Chinensis fighting the fire dragon in his mind.
"Oh, I'm not sure if this is wise!" They heard Bargman shout excitedly. "Oh … just a little bit more! Be careful … Oh my god, I thought she had succeeded! "
After a long time, the audience burst into cheers again. Everyone knew that Hibiscus Chinensis must have succeeded.
Harry stood up in a daze. He was the second. When the applause and cheers sounded again, he walked out of the tent.
In the stands, almost everyone's eyes were focused on Harry. Ron was no exception.
"Harry might not have it easy later!" Ron also wanted to get everyone's attention, but if he had to face a tall and sturdy dragon, then forget it.
After seeing Harry face the dragon, his heart clenched. He felt that whoever put Harry's name in the Goblet of Fire must want his life.
Ron couldn't help but stand up. His eyes followed Harry.
"Are you worried about your ex?" A giggling voice came from behind Ron.
"Malfoy, you should pray for Allen!" Ron retorted bluntly.
"Oh my god, he can fly!" Bargman shouted. The audience was screaming and gasping.
Ron didn't care about arguing with Malfoy anymore. He focused all his attention on Harry dodging in the air.
After about fifteen minutes, everyone was shouting, screaming, and applauding. The sound was deafening.
"Look!" Bagman shouted loudly. "Look over there, guys! Our youngest Warriors got the golden egg with the fastest speed! Good, this will narrow the gap between Mr. Potter and the other Warriors! "
"It seems that it's not difficult for you to bypass the fire dragon and get the golden egg! You've already thought of a countermeasure. After all, the fire crossbow bolts can't be summoned at any time. "Ron's mouth twitched as he sat back in his seat.
"Everyone's highest score is no more than ten points. Let's see how many points you can get. "Ron squinted his eyes and looked at the judges.
He saw the first judge, Ms. Maxim, raise her wand into the air. A long silver ribbon-like object shot out from the wand, twisting to form a huge "8".
Next was Mr. Crouch. He spat out a "9" in the air. Dumbledore also gave a 9.
Ludo? Bargman gave an unbelievable 10, and the audience cheered even louder.
At this time, Kakarov raised his wand. He paused for a moment, and then a number sprayed out from his wand.
"Harry? I don't know why you gave him such a high score. In my opinion, there's no reason for him to get a higher score than Hibiscus Chinensis's 38 points. "Kakarov purposely dragged out his tone and said with dissatisfaction.
"Mr. Kakarov, be careful of your standards. Krum is the last one. The other judges will also give Krum a score based on your low score in these two matches!" Albert, who was sitting behind Crouch, "reminded" him. After all, Allen was the fourth one to go up, so it was better for Kakarov to restrain himself.
At the judges' table, Ms. Maxim and Bargman heard this and couldn't help but nod.
"Kid, shut up!" Mr. Crouch frowned and turned around. He scolded in a low voice, "You're not a judge. Don't affect our score."
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