From Hogwarts to Strixhaven.

Chapter 329 Holding the Dragon's Number Plate

Dealing with a dragon is never an easy task. Even though Harry has learned the eye-sickness spell from Sirius and got advice from Ivy on how to use a flying broom, he still needs to overcome his fear.

They can breathe fire, fly, and are female dragons that are incubating eggs. They have amazing bad tempers. Although Harry only took a quick glance at the Forbidden Forest that day, the four adult dragons still left a very deep impression on him.

Fear and tension were like two whips, constantly urging the chariot of time to move forward quickly. In almost the blink of an eye, it was November 24th.

This is the day when the first task of the Triwizard Tournament is to be held.

The site was chosen to be an open space near the forbidden forest next to Heihu. The researchers from the two fire dragon protection areas took great pains to make these fire-breathing lizards lose their ability to move, and then they were put into cages and taken away.

Originally, the dragon researchers didn't need to go through so much effort. In their imagination, the temporary nests prepared for the dragons could be used as competition venues. They only needed to use magic to build a circle of stands that would be large enough for Hogwarts students and Hogsmeade residents to come and watch.

But the dragon's lair that Professor Victor created with magic was somewhat beyond their expectations. The deep dragon's lair could provide excellent shelter for the dragon eggs and the mother dragon, but it also made it more than twice as difficult for the warriors to obtain the golden eggs.

Moreover, if the warriors are allowed to go deep into the dragon's lair to get the eggs, the security personnel responsible for protecting the warriors' lives will find it difficult to control the development of the situation because they cannot see what is happening inside the dragon's lair at all.

So they built the current venue between the Black Lake and the Forbidden Forest.

In the center of the circular stand, there are rocks and gullies set up by magic, with four open-air nests scattered among them. However, there are only fake dragon eggs carved out of stone by the researchers. The real fire dragons and dragon eggs, as well as the golden eggs that are the mission targets, are not inside.

There are two inconspicuous tents connected under the stands, but there is actually a different world inside. Thanks to the help of the Traceless Extension Spell, the fire dragon researchers can stuff four sleeping fire dragons and their dragon eggs into one tent. The other tent on the other side of the stands belongs to the warriors, who will decide the order of appearance here and appear after the fire dragons.

Once the warrior completes the challenge, the fire dragon researchers will rush in from all directions and escort the fire dragon back to the tent, while another group of fire dragon researchers will bring the next fire dragon out and be responsible for setting up the venue and placing the golden eggs.

The four warriors received the notice at lunch time. Professor McGonagall led Ivy and Harry, Madam Maxime held Fleur, and Karkaroff led Krum.

The professor and students parted ways outside the red and white tent.

"Only the brave can go in..." Professor McGonagall seemed very flustered, as if this was a contagious disease that could infect others through her breath and gaze. "Don't be nervous, keep a cool head... The dragon researchers are watching you, they will make sure your lives are not in danger... The situation will be under control... The most important thing is to fully believe in yourself and give full play to your abilities. I know both of you are amazing wizards..."

"Professor McGonagall?" Ivy smiled. "Did you just say 'dragon researcher'?"

"Oh! Mr. Doom!" Professor McGonagall shouted with some complaints, because warriors should not know the existence of fire dragons before seeing them. "I dare say everyone knows the existence of fire dragons! Stop joking at this time!"

"I remember you just said - don't be nervous?" Ivy didn't take the dragon seriously at all and continued to tease Professor McGonagall.

"Yes, I did." Professor McGonagall rolled her eyes and looked back at the students of her own house. "Harry...are you okay?"

"I'm fine." But that wasn't what Harry's voice said; it sounded like it came from someone else.

The worried look on Professor McGonagall's face did not fade, but she could not follow Harry into the warrior tent, so she could only watch him and Ivy walk into the tent.

The Ministry's Warriors Tent is not unlike the various private tents used at the Quidditch World Cup, except that there are no beds, but there is plenty of furniture to be found here.

Ivy picked a sofa that looked more pleasing to the eye and sat on it without hesitation. Harry's bones seemed to be connected together, and every step he took forward seemed stiff.

Fleur and Krum followed behind them, one had lost all her former radiance, the other was so gloomy that it seemed like water could drip out of her.

Standing in the middle of the tent was Ludo Bagman, wearing the Wasps Quidditch uniform he seemed to wear on all important occasions.

"Great! All four warriors are here!" Bagman opened his arms, as if he wanted to give the warriors a hug to awaken the courage deep in their hearts, but no one paid attention to him.

Even though he was met with a cold reception by the Warriors, Bagman didn't seem discouraged at all. After all, it wasn't him who would be facing the Fire Dragon on the court.

"Now that everyone is here, it's time to introduce the situation!" Bagman smiled happily. "Once the audience has gathered, I will pass this cloth bag to each of you in turn. The small models taken out of it are the opponents you will face next. They are not exactly the same... In addition, I have one last thing to tell you... Your mission is to get the golden egg!"

Harry forced a smile, but Fleur and Krum showed no reaction.

As for Ivy, he took out another wine table from the Grimoire of Destruction, this time filled with butterbeer.

"Would you like a drink, friends?" He gently sucked the fine foam floating on the beer glass into his mouth. "Produced by the Three Broomsticks of Hogsmeade."

"Really?" Bagman was the first to respond. He rushed to the table and picked up a cup of butter beer with a mellow malt aroma. "I still need to be responsible for the commentary of the game later. I really need this now!"

Harry and Fleur also came to the table, but only Krum remained indifferent.

"How did you do that..." Ivy heard Fleur ask in a lifeless voice.

"What do you mean?" Ivy was a little confused.

"Everything...everything..." Furong held the beer glass with her slender fingers, and her knuckles turned white from the excessive force. "I still remember your patronus that was like a fire dragon...and these drinks you conjured up...and...a mind without any fear..."

"I'm a wizard, Fleur." Ivy didn't intend to explain in detail. Fleur hoped that by saying something she could divert her attention from the dragon.

"I'm a witch too..." Fleur took a big sip of butterbeer and wiped the foam from the corner of her mouth with the back of her hand in an unbelievable way, "but I can't do anything..."

The sound of spectators entering the venue began to be heard outside the tent. Ivy heard the deans of the four colleges maintaining order, and Professor Flitwick's shrill voice was particularly penetrating. The crowd whispered excitedly, and various suppressed screams could be heard faintly from above the warriors' heads, because the top of the tent was the stands.

Bagman decided the time had come. He put down his glass, took the purple silk bag in front of him, and deftly untied the knot.

"Ladies first." He handed the bag to Furong.

Fleur's face turned even paler, and she took a deep breath, trying to control her shaking arm to place the wine glass, then reached out with her shaking hand to Bagman's silk bag.

When her fingers were about to touch the opening of the bag, she stopped and turned around very firmly.

The men in the tent thought she was going to quit the competition because the look on her face was so determined, as if she was ready to die.

Before Bagman could say anything to persuade her, Fleur leaned over the table filled with butterbeer and put her arms around Ivy, who was sitting behind the table.

"Give me a lucky kiss..."

Before Ivy could hear what Furong said, he felt two cold and soft things pressed against his mouth. They were Furong's lips.

After a couple of random kisses and a few spilled glasses of butterbeer, Fleur pulled away and thrust her hand resolutely into the silk bag.

Then she reached out and found a small model in her hand. It was a Welsh green dragon. There was a number plate tied around the neck of the green dragon model - number two.

Furong breathed a sigh of relief. Among all the four fire dragons, the Welsh Green Dragon was undoubtedly the easiest one, but it was still a fire dragon and an opponent that should not be underestimated. Moreover, for these students who had not yet graduated, any type of fire dragon could easily take their lives.

Furong's face began to regain color, and her pale fingers gradually became rosy and lovely. It seemed that she had drawn enough courage and energy from Ivy through the kiss.

As the one who was attacked, Ivy's feeling was not wonderful. Furong's lips only reminded him of sashimi, so he didn't feel any romantic emotions. However, through this kiss, Ivy also deeply understood how much psychological pressure Furong was under, because the last time he kissed Furong, her hot lips and clever tongue left a deep impression on Ivy.

He sighed and waved his wand, clearing away the table in front of him and the spilled butterbeer on the ground.

"Wow--" Bagman's voice finally came out, he shook his head and shook the silk bag in his hand up and down, as if this would make the remaining three fire dragon models more uniform.

"Mr. Krum?" Bagman walked up to the Bulgarian national team Seeker and motioned for him to reach in and grab his opponent.

It is a red Chinese fireball dragon with the number three on its neck.

Krum just glanced at the model in his hand and stopped moving. He just sat on the ground with a dazed look on his face.

"Harry?" Bagman smiled and approached the youngest warrior, holding up the silk bag in his hand.

Harry reached in and pulled out a silver-blue Swedish short-nosed dragon model, with the number 1 on its neck. Harry had no special feelings about this opponent, he wanted to try his best to ensure that he would not be buried in the dragon's mouth, the teeth of the Swedish short-nosed dragon and the Hungarian Horntail would not be much different.

Obviously, Ivy will be the last to appear, facing off against a fifty-foot-tall Hungarian Horntail.

"Okay! Now you've got it!" Bagman clapped his hands with a smile. "You all know the dragon you'll face. The number on his neck is your order of appearance. Very simple to understand, right? As I said just now, I'm going to explain it to the audience... Then Harry, you are the one who will appear. As soon as you hear the whistle, you should walk out of the tent and into the field. Do you understand?"

Harry nodded woodenly, preparing to be the first to meet his fate.

Bagman walked out of the tent happily, and then his voice, amplified by the sound amplification spell, came back: "Wizards! Witches! Dear students and professors! Welcome to the first event of the Triwizard Tournament!"

“We call it a Dance with Dragons!”

There were low gasps from the crowd in the stands, because the silver-blue Swedish short-nosed dragon had begun snoring in the dragon lair that the fire dragon researchers had arranged for it.

Apparently Bagman's voice disturbed its sweet dreams, causing it to impatiently spit out a few sparks from its nose.

But these few sparks brought great trouble to the fire dragon researchers who were responsible for placing the golden eggs. One of them had his robe caught fire. It took several consecutive fire-extinguishing spells to stop the fire from spreading. However, a quarter of the robe that was supposed to be fireproof was lost. Now it can only be called a torn gown, and it had a burnt smell.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk..." Bagman made a very rude sound of applauding. The dragon researcher below glared at him. "This one is a Swedish short-nosed dragon. It can spit out blue sparks. Although it is beautiful, the temperature is very deadly!"

"Alright! Now let me introduce you to the judges of the Triwizard Tournament! This is how they introduce the guests to Hogsmeade... What did Professor Dumbledore say last time? I remember now! I'll allow you to be absent for a few minutes!"

"Headmaster of Hogwarts, Professor Albus Dumbledore! Headmaster of Beauxbatons, Madame Olympe Maxime! Headmaster of Durmstrang, Professor Igor Karkaroff! Head of the Department of Magical International Cooperation, Mr. Lucius Malfoy! And myself! Your old friend Ludo Bagman!"

I don't know who blew the whistle, and all the fire dragon researchers in the venue disappeared, and the Swedish short-nosed dragon also slowly woke up.

"Oh! The fire dragon has woken up! The whistle of the game has sounded, and we will soon see the first warrior!" Bagman shouted enthusiastically, and the audience in the stands cheered together.

"He is the youngest of the four warriors. Although he looks young, he has great courage. He is not afraid of fire dragons at all. He is also the only warrior who has crossed the age limit - Harrylili... Popopopo - Te!"

　Wow wow wow! It’s time to show off!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)