Chapter 388: The first game (modified, sincerely thank the leader to go to the mountain to play old

"You must go in with several other warriors," Professor McGonagall said, her voice trembling a little bit, "Mr. Bagman is inside ... he will tell you the steps ... good luck."

Professor McGonagall led him to the entrance of the tent. She took two steps and turned back suddenly, patting Harry on the shoulder. "The rules are allowed to retreat, although this is not Gryffindor."

"Thank you," Ha said in a monotonous, fluttering voice.

Professor McGonagall nodded at Allen. The smart Ravenclaw didn't need her to worry, and as far as she knew, Allen's strength was enough to represent Hogwarts' victory.

"The Warriors of Hogwarts are here! That's great!" Bagman turned his head to look at them and said happily, "Come in, come in, relax a bit, just like being at home!"

Allen couldn't help laughing, and no one would feel like going home when he was about to face a dragon.

Bagman wore his old Hornets uniform, and looked glorious among the six warriors.

"Okay, everyone is here now-it's time to tell you something!" Bagman said cheerfully.

Allen saw that not only Harry, but several other warriors gathered with pale faces.

"After the audience gathers, I will take this bag in front of each of you in turn,"-he lifted a purple silk bag and shook it at them-"You pick out each one you will face A small model of that thing! They have different-um-types. I have one more thing to tell you ... Ah, yes ... your task is to pick up golden eggs! "

No one's face showed an unexpected look, everyone knew what was going to face.

In a blink of an eye, I heard the sound of hundreds of feet walking through the tent, and the owners of the feet were talking and joking excitedly ...

Allen could hear Furong's breath next to him suddenly, he clearly didn't worry about his strength, and he couldn't help but feel a little nervous.

Bagman was already unraveling the purple silk bag.

"Ladies first." He said, and handed the bag to Fleur Delacour.

Furong's long eyelashes were trembling continually, and he pulled out a small, wonderful model of a dragon from the bag-a Welsh green dragon with a number one tied around his neck.

Allen clasped his arms in silence, until everyone took his model before stepping forward, taking the last Hungarian wasp in the bag, number four. When he looked down at it, the dragon spread its wings, exposing its tiny fangs.

"Okay, you all got it!" Bagman said. "You all got the fire dragon you will face. The number on your neck is the order in which you go to fight with the fire dragon. Do you understand?"

Everyone nodded in response.

"Okay, I ’m going to leave you for now, because I ’m going to explain to the audience. Miss Dracul, you are the first one, you walk into the venue as soon as you hear the whistle, do you know? Then ... ... Allen ... Can I say a few words to you? Come outside? "

Bagman took Allen into the woods a little further away from the tent, then turned his head to look at Allen and said with a smile, "You don't need my help, but I'm willing to offer you a few ideas."

He looked around, then approached Allen, lowering his voice. "I mean ... as long as I can help ..."

Bagman said, blinking at Allen.

"Thank you, but I don't need it." Alan thanked him politely, knowing that Bagman was willing to point himself, on the one hand because of the power of the Harris family; on the other hand, probably because of the bet on the overturn Come to yourself.

There was a whistle somewhere.

"God, I must run!" Bagman said in a panic, and ran away.

Allen walked towards the tent, and just saw Furong coming out of it, his face pale.

Allen nodded at her. She seemed to want to say something to Allen, but her red lips twitched slightly, but she said nothing.

Waiting is the most painful, especially when the hustle and bustle of the audience outside is endless, even Allen can't help but sketch the picture of Furong against the fire dragon in his mind.

"Oh, I'm not sure if it's wise to do this!" They heard Bagman shouting gleefully, "Oh ... just a little bit! Be careful ... OMG, I thought she had succeeded! "

After a long time, the audience burst into cheers again ... you know, Furong must have succeeded.

Harry stood up blankly. He was the second. When the applause and cheers rang again, he walked out of the tent.

In the stands, almost the entire audience focused on Harry, and Ron was no exception.

"Harry may not be happy for a while!" Ron also hoped to get everyone's attention, but if he had to face a burly dragon, then forget it.

After seeing the dragon that Harry was facing, a heart pulled up. He felt that no matter who put Harry's name into the goblet of fire, he must want his life.

Ron couldn't help but stood up, his eyes turning with Harry.

"Are you worried about your predecessor?" Hehehe ha ha voice came from behind Ron.

"Malfoy, you still pray for Allen!" Ron retorted unkindly.

"Oh my god, he can fly!" Bagman shouted-the audience were screaming and panting.

Ron couldn't care about arguing with Malfoy anymore, watching Harry evasively in the air.

About fifteen minutes later, people were screaming, applauding, and deafening.

"Look!" Bagman shouted loudly, "Look, look! Our youngest warrior got the golden egg as fast as possible! Well, this will narrow the gap between Mr. Porter and other warriors. difference!"

"It seems not difficult for you to get the golden egg by bypassing the fire dragon! You have already figured out the countermeasures, after all, the firebolt can not be summoned at any time." Ron's mouth pouted And sat back.

"Everyone's highest score is no more than ten. See how many points you can get?" Ron narrowed his eyes and looked towards the referee seat.

He saw the first referee—Ms. Maxim—raising her wand into the air. A long piece of silver ribbon spewed out of the wand and twisted to form a large "8".

Next is Mr. Crouch. He sprayed a "9" into the air. Dumbledore also gave 9 points.

Ludo Bagman gave an incredible 10 points ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ The cheers of the audience were louder.

At this time Kakarov raised his wand. He paused for a moment, then a number-4 was also sprayed from his wand.

"Harry Potter is making a coincidence. I really don't know why you gave such a high score. In my opinion, he has no reason to score higher than the previous Furong's 38 points." Kakarov deliberately lengthened the tone , Said dissatisfiedly.

"Mr. Kakalov, beware of your standards, Krum is the last one, and other referees will rate Krum according to your low scores for these two games!" Sitting behind Crouch Albert "reminded" that after all, Allen will be playing in the fourth, Kakarov still better to converge.

At the referee, Mrs. Maxim and Bagman nodded involuntarily.

"Child, shut up!" Mr. Crouch turned around with a frown, whispering, "You are not a referee, don't affect our score."

Albert froze, his lips squeezed tightly, and he stopped speaking.

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