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Chapter 716 Dad, you really spent a lot of money! Leila even called out!

A week later.

Hogwarts School stopped classes at noon and asked students to go to the largest playground.

Harry walked towards the preparation area in a daze.

He felt like an outsider.

As he and Mark walked together, students nearby wished him and Mark good luck.

However, some students gritted their teeth and said something like, "We have prepared a lot of tissues to cry for you."

Although he was a little nervous, he felt that it had little to do with him.

This feeling of tension was so strong that he almost suspected that he would lose control on the way to the first level and start chanting curses at everyone he saw.

Harry felt that the way time ran was becoming more and more strange, as if it was running forward at a rapid speed. One minute he seemed to be sitting in the classroom for his first class - History of Magic, and in the blink of an eye he was walking into the hall for lunch.

Then there was Professor McGonagall in the Great Hall, hurrying towards him and Mark.

Many people in the auditorium were looking at them.

"Porter, Padrick, now all the warriors have to go to the field below. Your game is about to begin. You must be ready and complete the first event."

"I'm fine, thank you, Professor McGonagall."

As Harry spoke, he stood up and accidentally dropped his fork onto the plate, making a crisp "clang" sound.

"Good luck, Harry, and Mark, you will both win."

Hermione whispered to the two, "I believe you two will succeed!"

"Thank you, Hermione."

As Harry talked to Hermione, he felt that the sounds he made did not sound like his own.

Afterwards, Harry, Mark and Professor McGonagall left the Great Hall together.

Professor McGonagall looked flustered.

In fact, she was almost as anxious as Hermione.

Mark was more relaxed, and kept talking to Harry to ease his tension.

Then Professor McGonagall accompanied Harry and Mark down the stone steps to the outdoors.

It was a cold November afternoon and Professor McGonagall placed her hand on Mark's shoulder.

"Okay, don't be nervous, Mark and Harry. I believe you must have made sufficient preparations."

Professor McGonagall took a deep breath and said to the two, "Keep calm and don't be afraid. We have arranged some wizards nearby. If the situation is not good, they will step forward to control the situation. Mr. Padraic will also ensure that the worst situation does not happen. The most important thing is to give full play to your own abilities. No one will think that you are inferior to others."

Seeing that Harry seemed a little nervous, Professor McGonagall asked him, "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine, Professor."

Harry tried hard not to show his strange emotions.

"That's good."

Professor Meyer led the two of them forward.

Following Professor McGonagall, Harry whispered to Mark, "Mark, who is the foreign aid that Beauxbatons School of Magic invited? Do you know him?"

He already knew about Durmstrang School of Magic, and the foreign aid they invited was Star-Lord.

But he didn't know the red-haired girl wizard hired by Beauxbatons School of Magic.

Mark hesitated for a moment and said, "Yes, I know her. Her name is Wanda, the Scarlet Witch, and she is also a very powerful wizard."

"Is she great?"

Harry asked curiously.

"Ah."

Mark thought for a moment and said to Harry, "She is considered enemy number one by Raven."

Hearing what Mark said, Harry roughly understood the other party's strength.

A worried look came over his face.

How can this compare?
If Peter hadn't opened the back door for him, he would have voted directly.

A few minutes later, Professor McGonagall led the two around the edge of the Forbidden Forest and towards where the game was taking place.

As the two approached the trees where they could see the site clearly, Harry saw that a tent had been erected there, with the entrance facing them.

"You two must go in with the other warriors."

Professor McGonagall said to the two of them.

Her voice was trembling. "Wait your turn. Potter, Mark, Mr. Bagman is in here too. He'll show you the steps... Good luck."

"Thank you, Professor McGonagall."

Harry, too, was becoming nervous, and he spoke in a monotonous, drifting voice.

Professor McGonagall led the two to the entrance of the tent, gave them a few instructions and left, and then the two walked in together.

When Mark came in, he saw Fleur Delacour sitting on a low wooden stool in the corner.

She was not at all her usual calm and composed self.

Furong's face looked pale and she looked sick.

Viktor Krum, on the other hand, looked even more gloomy than before.

Harry guessed it was probably his way of relaxing.

Raven was talking to Loki about something.

Loki smiled faintly at Harry as he came in, and Harry smiled back, but now Harry felt that the muscles in his face were moving awkwardly, as if they had forgotten how to smile.

Tom was sitting by the fire, looking quite calm.

The newly joined foreign players Wanda and Star-Lord were standing together and looking at everyone participating in the competition.

"Harry! Mark! That's great!"

Bagman turned his head and looked at the two of them. He said cheerfully, "Come in, come in, and make yourself at home!"

Standing between the pale-faced Fleur and Dorum, Bagman looked like a giant cartoon character.

He looked a little funny in his old Hornets uniform.

"Okay, now that everyone is here, it's time to brief you on the situation."

Bagman coughed and said to the others, "Next, I will place this bag in front of each of you in turn."

As he spoke, he raised a purple cloth bag and shook it at the people. "You must select the miniatures of the enemies you are going to deal with from it. They are different enemies. Your task is to escape their pursuit within the specified time. Be careful, they are all powerful enemies you have never seen before."

Harry looked around nervously and swallowed.

Riven nodded to show that she understood the rules.

She now understood that this was probably a test question given to them by their father.

But she was not worried. No matter who the enemy was, she would not be afraid.

I will always prove who is my father's most proud child!
While everyone was waiting for the draw with different feelings, Bagman had already opened the purple silk bag.

"Lady first."

Bagman said as he handed the bag to Raven.

Raven took a deep breath, reached in, and pulled out a small, lifelike human model.

A model of Injustice Leila, wearing a Superman uniform and with faintly glowing red eyes, appeared in front of her.

Seeing Leila in her hand, Riven's originally confident face instantly sank.

Could it be that Dad really brought Leila here?
Leila in the world of injustice is a life form created by her father and one of the most powerful superheroes. How can I defeat her?
Riven suddenly felt bad.

The others' expressions were quite interesting when they saw Riven pull out Leila.

Loki, in particular, almost laughed out loud.

"Miss Delacour, come here."

Bagman handed the purple bag to Fleur.

Furong stretched out her hand, praying as she slowly pulled it out.

The model of the starlight of the black robe world was extracted by her.

Then it was Wanda's turn.

Wanda took a deep breath and pulled out the model of Thanos.

As Wanda has fought against Thanos before, she knows that the Thanos she is about to fight is definitely not the real Thanos.

The real Thanos is already dead.

This must be a conjuration created by Peter using the power of sleep.

As for Leila and Starlight just now, she guessed that they were free labor that Peter brought from another world.

Mr. Peter really spent a lot of money, and probably brought a lot of acquaintances from the other world.

When it was Loki's turn, she, who had just been laughing at Riven, pulled out the model of Thor and was completely stunned.

He knew without thinking that he would definitely fight the real Fat Thor.

Viktor Krum drew General Zod, his face as gloomy as ever.

Tom drew the goddess of death - Hela.

Seeing Hela's hairstyle with a crown, Tom felt a little complicated.

He remembered that Star-Lord once said that the goddess of death Hela was now exiled to the underworld by his father.

Is she the enemy I have to face?
Mark drew Fiora, the female commander of Krypton.

Fiora. Wasn't this woman locked up in the World Tree by her father?
Why is it released now?
How can I fight her if I only use magic?

Mark’s face immediately turned bitter.

Star-Lord put his hand into the bag and pulled out a small pink girl model - Atomic Girl Eve?
His face became as miserable as Mark's.

What kind of monsters are these?
Apart from the starlight that Furong drew, is there a normal person?
Seeing that everyone looked pale after drawing the model, Harry became uneasy.

Taking a deep breath, he walked to the bag and pulled out the last model.

Harry was a little confused when he saw the woman dressed as a magician, wearing fishnet stockings, a top hat and holding a magic wand.

As he looked down, the girl model in fishnet stockings waved her wand, seemingly saluting the people below the stage.

He looked behind the model and saw the words "Number 4, Zatanna the Ironic Wizard" written on the back.

"Okay, you've all drawn the enemies you'll face. The number behind them is the order in which you'll deal with them. Do you understand? I'm going to leave for a while because I need to explain to the audience outside. Mark, you're the first one. When you hear the sound, walk through that door. Do you understand?"

Mark glanced at the model of the Kryptonian female commander in his hand and nodded with a complicated expression.

Am I lucky or unlucky?

Kryptonian female commander, could it be that her father chose her on purpose? !

"Harry, come here, can I talk to you for a few minutes? Come outside."

When Bagman had finished, he asked Harry to follow him outside.

(End of this chapter)