Chapter 194 I need to get it done quickly
Chapter 637 I want to get it done quickly
Finally, Mr. Weasley believed Ginny's explanation.
This was not because he believed Harry.
Harry had been intimate with Ginny for no reason many times when he was at the Weasleys' house.
Even if they were in front of Harry.
If the game was not about to start and Minerva was in front of him, he would not do this.
So, Mr. Weasley led Harry into the tent with a stiff expression.
The three people in the tent were still the same as Harry had seen before.
They stood far away from each other.
Fleur sat on a low wooden stool in the corner, looking particularly relaxed, as if she was on a picnic.
And Krum and that Elvas were both very nervous.
When Harry came in, Krum hurriedly came up to him, "You're finally here!"
His face, which was even gloomier because of nervousness, also brightened slightly.
And Elvas, who had foreseen all this, did not pretend to be profound as usual, saying in advance, "Harry is here" and so on.
He just paced back and forth in the other corner of the tent.
This suddenly reminded Harry that if Ron were here, he would definitely laugh and say something like "So will Elvas."
"Everyone, time is urgent now." Mr. Weasley scratched the back of his head that was still alive. "What you are going to do today is... If I hadn't seen the power of group magic in the team competition, I would have thought I was crazy. Okay, subdue the fire dragon.
There are four in total. These are their corresponding models."
He raised a purple silk bag and shook it at them.
"You will choose in the order of the schools in the previous team competition."
Mr. Weasley paused.
Harry just wanted to start quickly.
Before the Popeye Transfiguration on him was over.
Krum and Elvas didn't react at all.
Maybe they felt that once they opened their mouths, they would be so nervous that they would vomit.
However, Fleur raised her eyebrows and said in a nonchalant manner: "Can we start directly?
I say.
Isn't it just dealing with fire dragons?"
Although her words were rude.
But on her, she looked delicate and cute.
Mr. Weasley seemed to think so too.
He was not angry, but just nodded.
He began to untie the cloth bag in a hurry.
Four small, lifelike dragon models appeared on the table in the middle of the tent.
They all spread their wings and showed their sharp fangs.
"Harry, you go first."
"I want it - Hungarian Treespike." Harry grabbed the most ferocious of the four fire dragons, which was covered with spikes.
"Harry, this is -" Krum was about to say something.
Mr. Weasley was also a little worried, but as a referee, he still said nothing.
"I know, it's the most powerful.
But think about it, why do we have to subdue the fire dragon in the competition.
This disadvantage may be an advantage later." Harry said directly.
"Then I want it - the Hebrides Black Dragon, the most aggressive of the remaining three fire dragons." The model with black scales, purple eyes and bat wings was held in his hand.
"Really, you're dragging your feet. This 'beautiful child' is mine." Furong really chose the most beautiful of the four dragons - the Australian Egg White Eye.
Its pearl-like scales sparkled, and its eyes, though pupilless, were also colorful.
But even so, this model did not take away a single bit of Furong's brilliance.
Her presence made everything around her pale in comparison.
Even Elvas, who was worried about meeting the fastest and most poisonous Peruvian Venomous Dragon, was distracted for a moment.
But if you add his ability to predict the future, he was probably distracted for more than a moment.
"Then this is mine - the Peruvian Venomous Dragon." The smallest brass-colored model flew into his hands.
"Okay, you all got it!" Mr. Weasley said, "You all chose the dragons you will face. The order in which you draw dragons is the order in which you deal with them. Do you understand?
Okay, I'm going to leave you for a while now because I have to explain to the audience.
They also need to prepare and familiarize themselves with the spells.
Fortunately, you will be blessed with group magic as soon as you come out.
Harry, you are the first one. You walk into the field as soon as you hear the whistle. Got it?
And... Harry... you must be careful."
He walked out of the tent.
Only four people were left in the tent.
"I said, didn't they say it would be broadcast live?
Why didn't I see it." Krum said after putting the Hebridean black dragon struggling in his hand on the stool.
He was obviously trying to divert his tension.
To liven up the atmosphere.
"It's in the corner." Elvas said.
He pointed to the upper left of the tent.
There was a small golden ball flapping its silver wings there-the Golden Snitch!
But strangely, there was no sound of wings flapping that Harry was familiar with.
"Just relying on this little thing?
So what I just said was seen by the whole country?" Harry looked incredulous.
"What little thing?
This is a great invention!" Fleur said.
Because this little thing was actually the idea she provided, and Ryan put it into practice.
So she replied subconsciously.
At the same time, in the Leaky Cauldron.
Old Tom put down the cup he was wiping.
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He said with all the wizards watching TV in the tavern: "Cheers to Harry Potter!"
In the Burrow, Mrs. Weasley watched the TV nervously, "It's crazy! Duel with a dragon! Arthur actually said everything."
In Atlantis, these pictures were broadcast to the sky.
The wizards below said:
"This Harry Potter has been here!"
"Then he is our Atlantis wizard!"
"Come on, Harry Potter!"
"Show these guys the strength of our Atlantis wizards!"
And Harry kept counting the time.
"There are still 5 minutes until Popeye's Transfiguration."
Then he heard a whistle from outside.
He walked through the entrance of the tent and walked outside. The tension in his heart increased little by little, reaching an unprecedented level.
However, at this time, he behaved more calmly.
Passing through a gap in the fence.
He saw everything in front of him, hundreds of faces looking at him from the stands above.
Three different colored lights hit him.
His pupils disappeared and turned pure white. (Snape on the stage spat in hatred.)
His body began to be shrouded by an invisible stance.
A purple halo appeared above his head.
His muscles began to bulge.
The robes were torn.
Only a pair of shorts were left.
A green tornado gathered under his ribs.
His body began to become light.
"Three minutes left,
Sorry,
I have to get it done quickly."
Harry looked at the other side of the field.
The Hungarian tree spear stood tall.
