Chapter 172

The night Hagrid went to see the fire dragon, Harry waited late in the Gryffindor common room. However, he didn't give up until the eastern sky was shining, and Sirius didn't appear.

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

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

And it was Maka who led to all this!

If Marca hadn't gone to work as an image consultant for Hagrid, Harry might have come back more than ten minutes in the morning, which would have been just right.

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

At that time, he walked into the common room in his maroon and purple vortex pajamas, stopped abruptly in front of Harry and looked around.

"What are you doing here without going to bed so late?" Ron said grimly.

"What does this have to do with you?" Harry yelled, already impatient with waiting. "What are you doing here?"

"I'm just worried. I don't know you --" Ron stopped and shrugged his shoulders. "Nothing. I'll go back to bed."

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

"I'm sorry," said Ron, his face red with anger. "I should understand that you don't want to be disturbed. Well, I'll get out of the way and you continue to rehearse your next interview quietly! The Savior of the world and the warrior of Hogwarts!"

Harry grabbed a badge with the words "Potter stinky dung" from the table and threw it across the room. The badge hit Ron on the forehead and bounced off.

"Here you are," said Harry. "Here you are. Don't put it on your chest on Tuesday! If you're lucky, you can have a scar... That's what you want, isn't it?"

Malfoy didn't know who to order the badge. If he clicked it, it would become "Cedric Diggory is the warrior". Just in the evening, several students supporting Harry were trying to change it into a sentence supporting Harry.

But obviously, that doesn't seem to succeed.

Ron was looking at him silently, covering his forehead.

To tell the truth, Harry even wanted Ron to punch him hard. However, Ron just stood there in his thin pajamas for a while, and then turned back to his bedroom without saying a word.

"Coward!" Harry muttered angrily.

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

After a little thought, he blamed Ron for it - maybe Sirius didn't show up because Ron suddenly ran out and scared Sirius away.

In fact, he also knew that even if it was Ron, Ron would not know what he had accidentally disturbed. He knew Ron didn't mean it, but he didn't care - at this moment, he felt that everything about Ron was so annoying, from head to toe, including the bare inches of ankle under his pajamas.

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Because Harry missed the time to meet Sirius, he didn't get a way to deal with the fire dragon from his godfather.

All Sunday, Harry and Hermione spent their spare time in the library. They took out every book related to the Dragon they could find. Like looking for a needle in a haystack, they began to search in a pile of books.

But no valuable information was found.

But in the afternoon, Harry Met moody very "coincidentally" in a corridor.

"Well, Professor, I'm going to take a herbal medicine class -"

"Never mind that, Potter. Please... Who's there!" moody seemed to hear something. He suddenly looked around, but found nothing.

In order not to miss a chance, moody even poked out of the window hole in the corridor and looked out for several times.

Harry looked at Moody, wondering what to do.

"Did he escape... Please follow me, Potter."

Harry followed him, uneasy, wondering what would happen next. This strange guy looks very sharp. What should he do if moody asks him how he found the fire dragon?

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

When Harry followed moody to his office, the hummingbird tilted its head, then flapped its wings at high speed and flew away.

Before long, a figure appeared among the trees somewhere in the vestibule.

"This guy is really hard to deal with..." Marca whispered as she got out of the trees. "I wanted to distract him. Who knows, he almost found him."

With that, he subconsciously turned back and looked in the direction of the headmaster's room of the castle.

"But 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 came out of the defense against the dark arts professor's office, he rushed into the greenhouse.

As he passed professor sprott, he hastily apologized to her, then lowered his voice and said to Hermione, "Hermione - we need to help each other!"

"Haven't we been doing this all the time?" Hermione whispered.

She was pruning the winged bush, her eyes round on the trembling bush, full of anxiety. Because not only Harry, but also she has to face the dangerous game!

But so far, she doesn't have any self-confidence. After all, the enemy is a whole eight fire dragons! Even if it is spread to Every warrior, there are two!

"Hermione, we must master the flying spell by tomorrow afternoon."

Tomorrow is the day when the warriors face the first event of the top three competition.

Except for Maka, Every warrior was very nervous, but he was the only one who didn't take it seriously and was stirring up his things as usual.

Do what he should do - for him, the top three competition is only part of the plan. He neither needs nor can win the final victory. What he has to do is just to maintain the situation stably to the final stage, and nothing else is the focus.

At noon the next day, Professor Orson called him to the open space where the fire dragon was the night before yesterday.

At the moment, the open space is no longer open space.

On the left hand side, a large purple tent was set up at the edge of the open space. You can see that there is also a sign at the door of the tent, which reads "warrior rest place".

On the other side, just above the original open space. A tall stone wall has been erected. The wall extended far to the left and right, and a corner seemed to be visible at the end.

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

"That's Hermione Granger's entrance. Yours is on the other side," Professor Orson said to Marca as he walked. "Before the game starts, each warrior will go to his tent alone and wait for the start order... The specific rules will be announced by Ludo bagman later."

Marca followed Professor Orson along the wall for a long time. He found that it was a square rock wall!

"Dumbledore must have done it himself to get such a large playing field so soon." Maka guessed secretly.

After Maka saw demstrom's entrance, he followed Orson back to the rest place next to the field. By this time, Furong Delacour, the warrior of busbarton, had arrived first.

When Maka walked into the tent, Furong was sitting on a low wooden stool in the corner. She was not as calm as usual. Her face looked very pale and sick.

As for Mr. bagman, he was still in high spirits. He greeted Marca warmly when he saw her come in.

Soon, Professor McGonagall's voice came faintly outside the tent. Her voice seemed to tremble.

"... when it's your turn, Mr. Potter, Granger bagman are in there... He'll tell you the steps... Good luck."

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

Marca didn't hear Hermione's voice.

Sure enough, the next moment, he saw a face paler than hibiscus. Hermione looks terrible and doesn't know if she can hold on for a while.

"Do you have them all?" seeing Hermione's appearance, Maka had to get up and ask softly.

"Oh - what? HMM... yes, I have, all three bottles." Hermione was a little nervous.

"Harry! Great!" bagman turned to look at him and said happily, "and Miss Granger... Come in, come in, relax, just like at home!"

Bagman stood among the pale warriors like a big cartoon. He put on the old Hornets robe again.

"Well, now everyone is here - it's time to introduce the situation to you!" bagman said happily. "When the audience is seated, I'll pass this cloth bag to each of you in turn..."

Just then, he raised a purple silk bag and shook it at them.

"You have to pick out the box you're looking for and its area," he pointed to a gorgeous gold inlaid wooden box on the table next to you. "Of course, don't think about this box. It's just an empty box. And the box you're looking for contains good things!"

Bagman looked around for another week and finally said, "the game is simultaneous. It's a multiplayer competition. Remember, if you find out who will be in danger, the rescue team will come out immediately to help you, but - that will also mean that you will get the lowest score!"