A magical journey that begins at Hogwarts

"Cedric, can I say something to you?"

"can."

After confirming that no one else was around, Harry told him that fighting dragons was the first project.

Cedric was very surprised, and fear appeared in his gray eyes for the first time.

"Are you sure you're not joking?"

"I saw it with my own eyes, five dragons, one for each of us."

Even just passing by them is extremely dangerous.

"What about Fleur, Krum, and Aaron..."

"They all know."

“Alright!” Cedric pursed his lips, then looked at Harry with suspicion. “Why are you telling me this?”

"Perhaps it's for the sake of fairness! I can't watch you face those behemoths unprepared."

"So you're prepared?" Cedric asked with interest.

"Not yet," Harry said sheepishly. "I'm going to ask Professor Moody; he might know of any spells that could help me."

"But this way you'll know about the competition events in advance..."

"When you're about to lose your life, who cares about this?"

Cedric: ......

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The Defense Against the Dark Arts professor's office.

The room changes its style every time a new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor takes over.

Lockhart had his walls covered with photos of himself, while Lupin had displayed many dark magical creatures he would use in class. As for Quirrell... he hadn't been here when he was a first-year student.

The office is now filled with a bunch of strange and wonderful things. There is a large peephole, and a mirror on the wall that reflects many dark figures. But the strangest thing is the large wooden box under the window, which is locked with at least seven locks.

Harry looked at Professor Moody with a nervous expression. Both his normal eyes and the constantly rotating Magic Eye put a lot of pressure on him.

"So, you discovered those fire dragons in the Forbidden Forest?"

"Discovered by accident."

"It's alright, cheating is an old tradition in the Triwizard Tournament," Moody chuckled dismissively. "So, how do you plan to deal with the dragon?"

"I haven't thought about it yet."

“Sit down.” Moody kicked a chair in front of him, gesturing for Harry to sit down next to him.

“Listen to me, Potter.”

Your friend Diggory, at your age, can turn whistles into clocks and sing clocks to tell the time.

Miss Delacour, she's not just a spoiled little princess.

Krum is physically strong but simple-minded, but he has a headmaster, Karkaroff, who is more cunning than a ghost.

As for Gaius... I don't know much about him, but he mastered an Unforgivable Curse last year, and he has a powerful referee behind him. No matter how much they seem to be at odds, Adrian certainly won't just stand by and watch him get into trouble.

Each of them has their own strengths, Porter, what are your strengths?

"I...I don't know," Harry said awkwardly. "I can fly, I'm pretty good at it, but I..."

“I know,” Moody nodded with satisfaction. “Flying superbly.”

"But brooms are not allowed in the competition."

“But it doesn’t say you can’t use a wand!” Moody said meaningfully.

Harry paused for a moment, then suddenly realized.

Adrian explained that each person can only bring one wand when they enter, but how they use it is up to the warriors themselves.

This means he can use a flying broom, as long as he summons it to the arena in a reasonable way.

Summoning spell, yes, it's a summoning spell.

Professor Flitwick taught him this spell, and although he wasn't very proficient, he had a basic understanding of it.

The match starts tomorrow afternoon, so he has one more day to train.

He had no other choice; he had to succeed, regardless of whether he could succeed or not.

Having figured this out, Harry immediately left the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom and rushed to find Hermione for help.

He needs guidance from a top student to practice summoning spells. Aaron would have been the most suitable, but he is also a warrior in the Triwizard Tournament and might not have time to teach him.

Harry practiced one spell from afternoon until dawn before he barely mastered it.

He was still not very confident, after all, all his training had been done in the classroom, and the competition venue was too far away from the Fire Arrow, so he had not yet tried the long-distance summoning of this spell.

Even so, it cleared away most of the gloom in his heart. Before today, he was filled with nothing but panic and confusion, but now he can at least see a glimmer of hope.

However, after waking up, the tense and excited atmosphere at school made him feel uneasy again.

In the midst of the tension, time seemed to fly by.

He was in class just a moment ago, but when he came to his senses, he found himself in the auditorium.

"Porter, Gaius, warriors, you must go down to the field... You must be ready to complete the first task."

“Understood, Professor McGonagall. I’ll feed Abe first,” Aaron said casually.

Harry also stood up from his seat, threw his fork into his plate, and looked more resolute than ever before.

“Good luck to you,” Hermione whispered. “Harry, you have to believe in yourself, you will succeed.”

"hope so!"

"Looks like you have a strategy?" Aaron asked with amusement. "Would you mind telling me?"

"I plan to use a flying broom."

"Oh! A summoning spell, that's a great idea."

“But the distance is too far,” Harry said, on the verge of tears. “Even with a fire bolt, the time it takes to get from the castle to the field is enough for the dragonfire to kill me twice.”

"What an idiot! Why don't you just take the fire crossbow outside the arena? The stands shouldn't be far from the arena!"

Harry:......

Hermione: ......

Chapter 366 The Four Seekers Choose Their Opponents

Professor McGonagall tried to appear calm as she led the two toward the Forbidden Forest, though she was filled with unease.

In her opinion, a tournament like the Triwizard Tournament was too dangerous for fourth-year wizards. Aaron was alright, as his overall strength was no weaker than that of older wizards, but Harry was really a different story.

"Don't be nervous, keep your heads down."

We've placed some wizards nearby; they'll step in and take control if things get out of hand.

The most important thing is to make full use of your abilities; no one will think you are inferior to others.

After bypassing the edge of the Forbidden Forest, Professor McGonagall led the two to a tent, behind which was the arena where five different adult dragons were imprisoned.

“You guys go into the tent first! The other three warriors are here,” Professor McGonagall said in a trembling voice. “The referees will come over later to tell you the specific steps... Good luck.”

Aaron and Harry exchanged a glance and then went into the tent together.

Cedric, Krum, and Fleur all changed into their school uniforms. Cedric paced back and forth in the tent, trying to calm his agitated mood. Krum was expressionless, but his face was more gloomy than usual. Fleur sat on a low wooden stool, looking particularly solemn.

"It's been more than half a month since we last got together, and now the first competition is about to begin. I wonder what everyone's thoughts are?" Aaron asked half-jokingly.

Fleur and Krum ignored him completely, while Cedric smiled politely and continued pacing.

"Fine! I guess I was just being presumptuous."

Aaron shrugged and calmly sat down on his bed.

Harry leaned against the tent entrance, anxiously waiting for something.

"Attention everyone, today is a big day. Every event in the Triwizard Tournament could be extremely dangerous. No matter what happens, do not leave your seat to avoid further danger..."

Dumbledore's voice rang out in the paddock, carrying exceptionally far, but the dragon's roar easily drowned it out, fully arousing the audience's enthusiasm.

After all, these are five adult dragons, and most of the audience are students who have never even seen a dragon before. Now that five different dragons are in the enclosure, it would be a lie to say they aren't excited.

Aaron stroked Abe, who was lying on his lap, and said in a hoarse voice, "When you grow up, you'll beat them to a pulp in no time."

Abe extended his right paw and nodded with great certainty.

At that moment, something unusual came from the entrance of the tent, and Harry immediately became extremely serious.

"Harry, is that you?"

"It's me, Hermione."

Hermione immediately went into the tent, panting, with a fire crossbow in her hand.

"I'll bring the things over; this distance is definitely not far."

"That's cheating," Furong said angrily. "Flying brooms aren't allowed on the field."

“I don’t plan to take it to the arena,” Harry explained. “I just want it to be close to the arena.”

Snapped!

Cedric suddenly slapped his forehead. "That's a great idea! You can perfectly utilize your strengths. How come I didn't think of that!"

“Uh… thank you.” Harry scratched his head sheepishly. “It took me a lot of effort to master that spell, and I’m not even sure if I can use it to fight the dragon.”

"Too modest. Among the five warriors present who were flying..."

Cedric's voice abruptly stopped halfway through his sentence.

Krum is the Seeker for the National Quidditch Team, and his flying skills far surpass Harry's. Aaron was the Seeker for Slytherin in his first year and defeated Harry Potter, while Krum himself is the Quidditch Captain and Seeker for Hufflepuff. He also defeated Harry Potter last year, although the Dementors played a part, but the outcome is still there.

So, four out of the five champions are Seekers, and Harry's flying skills only rank fourth, even without knowing Fleur's flying ability.

Harry's lips twitched, and he silently placed the fire bolt on his bed.