Chapter 576

In fact, Tuesday was not a happy day for Harry.

If he could, Fanlin would rather pass the first hurdle on his own instead of Harry.

However, this is bound to be only an idea.

He can only make Harry master the magic spell, eye curse or flying curse as much as possible.

That's all he can do.

Harry was not in a good mood either. Even though he had prepared so much, he couldn't lift his energy when he thought of those damned guys.

After all, it's a dragon. Even though the wizard has successfully conquered it, the power of the Dragon

It still made Harry feel bad.

Whether the people around him wish him good luck or hissed as he passed, "we'll have a box of rescue gauze ready, Potter," Harry felt extraordinarily lonely.

The tension was so intense that he doubted whether he would lose control when he was led to see the dragon and swore loudly at everyone he saw.

Time seems to be moving in a way never seen before. One minute, three people are still sitting in the first class of magic history. The next minute, he goes to lunch, and then (how does he spend the morning? Where were the last hours before the fire dragon

Professor McGonagall was coming towards him in the great hall. A lot of people around see it.

"Porter, the warriors are coming down to the playground now. You have to prepare for the first mission."

"Yes," Harry replied. He stood up and the pork he was eating dropped back into the plate.

"Good luck, Harry," said Hermione. "You'll do it!"

"Yes Said Harry, but he didn't speak in his usual voice.

Fanling looked at Harry with some worry, but Harry was so nervous that he forgot to say goodbye to them.

He and Professor McGonagall left the hall.

Professor McGonagall was also uncomfortable. In fact, she looked as nervous as Hermione.

Professor McGonagall and Harry stepped down the stone steps and were about to enter the cold November afternoon playground when she put her hand on his shoulder.

"Now, don't lie," she said. "Keep calm. In case the situation gets out of control, we will also have a wizard to control the situation. The main thing is to do your best. No one will look down on you. Are you ok?"

"Yes," Harry heard himself say, "yes, I'm ok."

She led him to the dragon's hiding place, along the edge of the forest, but as they approached the thicket of the fence, Harry saw a new tent, its population facing them, hiding the dragon.

"You and the other warriors are coming in from here," Professor McGonagall said in a nearly trembling voice. "And then when it's your turn, Mr. bagmon will be in, and he'll tell you, tell you the procedure, and good luck."

Professor McGonagall obviously knows what Harry is going to face, but that doesn't change anything.

"Thank you," said Harry in a flat, cold voice.

She left at the entrance to the tent.

Harry went in. Viktor Krum was more arrogant than usual, and Harry thought that was his way of being nervous.

Cedric paced back and forth. When Harry went in, Cedric gave him a smile. Harry laughed back. He felt that Cedric's face was very stiff, as if he had forgotten how to smile.

"Harry! Oh, all right Bagmon said happily, looking up and down at him. "Come in and come in, like you're in your own house!"

Bagmond stood among the white faced warriors, a bit like an oversized cartoon character. He put on his old wasp robe again.

"Well, now that everyone is here - it's time to start!" Bagmon said briskly, "I'll bring this bag to you when the audience arrives" -- he holds up a small purple silk bag and shakes it at the four of them - "from the bag, you have to choose a model, which is the enemy you will face later! Everyone's different - well, you know, it has to be different. And I have to tell you something else. Oh, by the way, your task is to get the golden eggs

Harry glanced aside. Cedric nodded his head once to show that he understood bagmond, and then began to pace around the tent; he looked a little blue.

Furon Delacour and Krum didn't respond at all.

Maybe they think that if they talk, they will feel uncomfortable, and that's how Harry feels. But they, at least, voluntarily

After a while, we heard hundreds of footsteps passing through the tent. The people were talking excitedly, laughing and making noises. There was only one curtain apart, but they felt very far away from the group of people, as if they were another biological species.

Then - it seemed like a second to Harry - bagmond opened the opening of the little purple silk bag.

"Ladies first," he said, handing the bag to Furong Dracula.

Shaking her hands into the bag, she found a small, perfect model of a dragon - a Welsh green dragon with a number around its neck.She had long known what she was going to face. Fanlin told Furong that they were friends and Mrs. Maxim. From beginning to end, Cedric knew nothing about Harry if he didn't talk to Digory.

Hibiscus Delacour was not surprised, but had an air of resignation.

Krum's reaction proved, as expected, that Harry was right again. He pulled out a scarlet Chinese dragon with a number 3 on his neck.

He didn't blink, he just looked at the ground.

Cedric reached into the bag and found a blue gray Swedish snub. The number was 1. Knowing that there was only one 4 left, Harry put his hand into the silk bag and took out a Hungarian trumpet tailed dragon, needless to say the number was 4. When Harry looked down at it, it responded with outstretched wings and small sharp teeth.

"Well, you all have it!" Bagmon said, "everyone draws out the dragon to face, and the number refers to the order in which you want to fight the dragon, understand? Now I'll go out and leave some time for you. I'll go out and explain it. Mr. Digory, you're the first one. When you hear the whistle, get out of the tent and go inside the fence, OK? Now, Harry, can I have a word with you? Come outside. "

"Well, good." Said Harry, stupidly. He got up, followed bagmond out of the tent and walked a short way to the woods.

Bagmond turned to him with a fatherly look on his face.

"What do you think, Harry? What can I do for you

"What?" Said Harry. "I - no, no more."

"Do you have a plan?" Bagmon added, lowering his voice like an accomplice.

"Because I don't mind sharing a little bit of information, if you need it, you know. I mean, "bagmond went on, with a lower voice," you're the underdog here, if you can help me. "

"No," Harry, almost so rude to refuse, "no - I - I've decided what to do, thank you."

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