Hogwart’s Certain Professor Of Magic

At noon, Hogwarts students gathered in Clock Square, led by Professor Flitwick, and walked towards the playing field.

"Minerva took the champions to the makeshift tent first." Flitwick said excitedly.

Felix walked side by side with him, walking in front at a moderate pace, and the student behind him was chirp chirp twitter twitter, discussing excitedly, a wizard shouted: "I heard the dragon’s The cry—"

He turned his head, and the heads of people behind were surging, like a black winding river. They walked out of the castle, crossed the long covered bridge, and down the ramp.

Along the way through the black lake, Durmstrang students walked down from the boat in cloak to join the team. When passing near the Hagrid hut, the huge carriage door opened, and seven or eight wearing blue appeared from the golden steps. Beauxbatons students in cotton satin school uniforms, as well as students from Ifamoni in the temporary resident of Quiddich stadium, stood by the Forbidden Forest and waited for their male witch teacher in Vagado.

The uniforms of these four schools add vitality to the monotonous black tide, just like colorful swimming fish in the water.

The entire group walked along the edge of the Forbidden Forest for about twenty minutes. The castle and the lake were gone. They were beyond the scope of the school. The bushes and shrubs on the right were sparsely growing, and then Deep inside is the lush and green, opaque Forbidden Forest.

He heard the sound of horse hooves. "Is it Centaur?" Felix squinted and looked towards the dense Forbidden Forest. A weird horse's head came out. It was Thestral. When he looked over, it disappeared shortly afterwards.

After bypassing another piece of protruding woodland, my eyes suddenly opened up. It was a temporary ring-shaped stand, with simple plank roads stacked on high wooden piles, undulating along the terrain. Volt. This should be the stand, which encloses the venue in a large circle.

On the west side is a huge silver tent. Felix caught a glimpse of Ludo Bagman and hurried in.

"Everyone go up to the stands in order, don't be crowded." Standing on a wooden step, Flitwick said to the crowd who kept coming closer. Felix whispered apologetics and turned to the tent.

As soon as he arrived at the door, he smelled a solemn and depressed atmosphere, and Ludo Bagman's cheerful voice seemed so out of place.

"Okay, it's actually very simple. You have to select the models inside. Yes, you should know that there are different types of Dragon. You have to choose on behalf of your team-ladies first."

When Felix entered, he saw Bagman standing in the middle of the champion with a smile on his face. He changed into the old team robe of Wimbourne Wasps, which he played for when he was young, with a purple silk in his hand. bag.

He is surrounded by six teams of Captain-Victor Graves, Fleur, Krum, Cedric, Nona Lebert and Harry. Among the six people, Harry was the shortest, especially when he stood with the tall witch of Vagado, like a lost child. But today he has to face Dragon's threat with his companions.

Other team members were scattered in the tent, staring at their Captain, and the breathing seemed to disappear in this tent.

Fleur trembling hands, took out a small, vivid model of Welsh Green from the bag, his face pale for a while.

Felix's face turned black, that is the Dragon magic light of the'future world'! Is Ministry of Magic so lazy?

"Ah~Madam, your luck is good~" Bagman said. At this time, he heard a low voice ringing in his ears, "Can't you make a model by yourself..."

He turned his head and saw Felix with a bad expression, and said, " Felix...that, it was proposed by a youngster in the ministry to use cute magic lights to offset the pressure brought by the real Dragon, so that the champions can calm down..."

The Green Dragon in his Patted Fleur's hands Model. It immediately became active, baring fangs and brandishing claws, scared her a shivered, and threw it on Bagman's face. He picked it up from the ground awkwardly and handed it to Fleur, saying, "Oh, it doesn't seem to work."

Judging from the faces of everyone in the tent, this performance was terrible.

Fleur returned to her teammate with a cold face, and gulu arranged the final tactics in French. Felix glanced hurriedly. The bodies of the two champions kept swinging. He didn't hear a word.

Vagado came in second. Nona drew the Dragon with pearl-shaped arc-shaped scales. It was recognized as the Australian protein eye with the name of the “most beautiful Dragon”, but she didn’t Looking at the interest again, I eagerly discussed the details of this Dragon with my teammates.

"Offensive is not strong, I like to eat sheep... Its flame is like lava, very sticky..."

Graves got the Black Dragon of the Hebrides, This type of Dragon generally reaches thirty feet in length in adulthood, and the female Black Dragon is even larger.

After that, Krum took out the bright red Chinese Fireball. He dropped his hands and leaned on the pillar in the tent, staring at a hole in the tent above his head. His teammate came over, whispered: "Viktor..."

He said with a calm face: "Proceed as planned." The two teammates silently ordered nodded.

Cedric got the blue Swedish Short-Snout, his face was happy, and he quickly walked to Roger Davis and Collins to show them, the three originally solemn faces are different The degree of relaxation is one of the more suitable tactics in their judgment.

In the end, it was Harry. His expression was very bad. He knew what the rest was-a black Hungarian Horntail, the largest and the most fierce in appearance.

The night before, he, Ron, and Hermione wore Invisibility Cloak to see it secretly. He believes everyone else is the same. The day Charlie's dragon trainer team came was not a secret, at least during Hagrid's date— — He prefers to call it an untimely meeting — Madam Maxime just and honorable with Beauxbatons' Champion.

In Bagman’s expectant expression, Harry dumbly took out the last Dragon model, lowered his head and stared at the naive Hungarian Horntail model in his hand. The little Dragon spread out its wings, revealing its small fangs, as if He was laughing, and it looked similar to the Bagman in front of him, which had several points of.

But Harry will not be confused. He has seen the appearance of a real Hungarian Horntail. The tail that was supposed to be full of thorns is now very smooth-the position of the thorns has become bronze. He glanced at Professor Haip subconsciously and felt that the styling design of the "Future World" company was a bit outrageous.

Why didn't you find this before? He wondered.

Harry got together with Ron and Hermione, he said quickly: "We have to change our strategy."

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"Okay, you guys You got it all!" Bagman said, "You all got the Dragon that you are going to face. I will leave you for a while now, because I want to explain to the audience that someone else will bring you in at the beginning of the game, listen. Go out at the whistle. Understand?"

The others were silent, and Cedric asked a question: "What is our mission? And the order of the game?"

" Task?" Bagman stunned, "Oh, uh... Didn't I say?" He glanced at the others in a daze. Everyone in the tent looked at him for cannibalism, and he took out his handkerchief and wiped it. Wiping the sweat on his forehead, "Well, it was my negligence. I should make it clear at first... That's it, get the dragon egg through the Dragon and escape smoothly. As for the order of the game... there is no order, you All person, play together."

The three Harry looked at each other and looked up to see Cedric's two teammates looking at him meaningfully. They felt a little emboldened. At least they were in classroom 7. Shi practiced in accordance with this strategy.

He looked towards Professor Haip on the side. He was staring at the carved flowers in the tent, and there was no other reaction.

"Why play together? What if it is affected by other teams?" a girl from Beauxbatons shrieked.

"This is also one of the tests," Bagman said cautiously: "You have to learn to observe six directions and hear all directions. Each dragon will be separated by a distance. In theory... you have Enough space, when the time comes, you will understand. So... Harry... Can I say a few words to you alone? Come outside?"

Harry looked at him puzzled. They left for a while, and Harry returned with a gloomy expression.

"What's the matter?" Ron asked.

"I don't know, he seems to want to help me." Harry said inexplicably, "but I refused, we prepared so much..."

At this time, Felix was an adult left in the tent, and the others looked at him curiously. They thought this person would leave with Bagman.

“First introduce myself, Felix · Haip, Professor of Hogwarts’ Mowen.” He said calmly, “You don’t need to remember my name, you just need to remember my duty-I am One of the security officers, of course, is the last line of defense."

"During your game, the dragon trainers of the dragon farm and Ministry of Magic staff are scattered all around. They are always ready Provide protection...As for me, during the whole game, I will always hover over your heads, and will only intervene in the most dangerous moments-when you are too late to call for help."

"Then Good luck to you all."

Felix walked out of the tent, and there was a loud voice outside.