Chapter 260

Walking into the tent, Harry realized that he wasn't the last to arrive. He counted the laps and found that Durmstrang had two warriors who hadn't even arrived.

"Harry, over here!"

Harry saw Solim and Cedric greeting him in the corner of the tent.

"Are you ready?"

Harry was a little surprised as to why Solim looked a little excited, as if it was not quite the same as his usual Solim. Looking around, Harry noticed that Cedric's face was missing his usual friendly smile, Fleur's delicate face looked a little pale—or rather pale—Krum's face looked more gloomy than usual, and Harry was unfamiliar with Jacques and Reina, who were now muttering together between the two Beauxbatons warriors.

"What's going on! Why haven't those two guys arrived yet?" Harry saw Durmstrang's headmaster, Karkaroff, growling at a Durmstrang student, "Are you sure you're going to inform them?"

"I ...... They are not in the cabin...... Headmaster. The Durmstrang boy looked like he was about to cry, "I didn't find them......"

"Rubbish!" Karkarov walked around the tent irritably.

"Damn, if it weren't for ......" Karkaroff suddenly stopped as if he had thought of something.

"Now let the students all go find those two!" Karkaroff grabbed the boy by the collar, "It must be found before the game starts!

Seeing the Durmstrang student run away in embarrassment, Harry turned his head to look at Solim in confusion.

"What's going on? Why haven't the Durmstrang students arrived yet? Didn't they get notice?"

Harry saw Bagman walking over and talking to Karkaroff.

"Are you still in the mood to worry about others?" Solim patted the stool to the side of him and motioned for Harry to sit down, "It's time to look at your face." "

"Look?" Harry was stunned, "What face?"

"That's a complicated issue—"

Solim is actually a little excited, he was of African descent in his previous life, and he has never had a smooth card drawing, lottery draw, and card pack. But in this life he was a serious European...... Hello Europeans. Solim felt that if he could draw a good pick, even if someone in the Warriors shouted "Ou eat spear" and gave him a shot, he would be acceptable.

"Forget it, don't wait. Harry heard Bagman shout, "Come here, warriors, it's time to give you a briefing!" Bagman said cheerfully, "and when the audience is gathered, I'm going to take turns handing this bag to each of you."

He held up a purple silk bag and shook it at them.

"You pick out the little model of the thing you're going to be up against! they're different, huh...... Class. I have one more thing to tell you, your mission is to pick up golden eggs!"

None of the warriors showed a shocked expression, they were shocked when they first heard the news.

"Then - ladies first. Bagman was the first to hand the bag to Fleur and Reyna.

"Wait!" Karkaroff shouted, "there are two more people who haven't arrived!

"Karkaroff, if they don't stay—" A female voice suddenly interjected.

Lady Maxim and Dumbledore were opening the curtain and walking in, but the tent was high enough not for Maxim to bend over.

"—Are you going to keep stopping the game?" Maxim looked at Karkarov, who was barely on her chest, with a little arrogance.

"Ah- Dumbledore, you're here. Bagman greeted, "What's the situation? Why haven't two of Durmstrang warriors arrived yet?"

Dumbledore looked around the tent, and Solim felt that the old man's gaze had lingered on him for an unusually long time—it was nothing more than Solim's lack of guilt.

"I have very bad news for you—" Dumbledore stood tall, "It's very likely that two of Durmstrand's warriors have befallen something—"

The men in the tent looked at Dumbledore stupidly, as if they didn't understand what he meant.

"Encounter...... Unexpected?"

"Are they unable to come to the tournament because of something delayed?"

"Dumbledore, what do you mean!" Karkaroff was a little panicked, he knew what the identities of those two students were, and if it was really as Dumbledore said, they had already met with an accident, then his nominal headmaster would not be able to escape the involvement, because Karkaroff felt that he would definitely be angered by then.

"Well—Lady Maxim and Barty and I have confirmed," Dumbledore said with a sigh, "The contract between the two of them on the Goblet of Fire is no longer valid. "

"Yes, I know for sure. Madame Maxime confirmed Dumbledore's statement, "I think it's clear to everyone what it means to have a contract lapse – especially before the event has started. "

"Barty has already taken care of this. Dumbledore said, "So he didn't come here, and the referee might have one less man, but let's draw the lot first—the outside crowd has already arrived, including a lot of people from outside the school." "

"Wait...... Wait a minute!" Karkaroff suddenly said in a frenzy: "You Hogwarts and Beauxbatons have teamed up to persecute our Durmstrang warriors!

"Igor—" Dumbledore looked at Karkaroff calmly, "we didn't do that—and we didn't have to. "

"You are a very serious slander!" Mrs. Maxim was also not happy, how could she become a warrior of Hogwarts and their Beauxbatons teaming up to persecute Durmstrang?

"We don't know how it happened—" Dumbledore looked around at the people in the tent, "but the game is going on, Ludo—let the Warriors draw lots." We'll look into it after the first project is over. "

Dumbledore and Solim were probably the only people in the room who knew why Karkaroff was the way he was - he was afraid to take responsibility.

"Okay...... Let's move on. Bagman put the bag back in front of Fleur and Reyna, "Which of you comes first?"

Fleur took the lead and put her hand in.

"Oh!" Fleur's hand twitched, "something bit me!"

Next, she pulled out a gadget from her bag.

"Congratulations!" Bagman said, looking at the model in Fleur's hand, "Welsh Green Dragon!"

Fleur saw that it was the Welsh Green Dragon and instantly breathed a sigh of relief, which was indeed a good sign - the Welsh Green Dragon was not very aggressive and dangerous, so it was relatively easy to deal with.

Fleur's luck matches her complexion perfectly.

Reina's luck wasn't so good, though. She drew the number seven - the largest and heaviest Ukrainian iron belly.