Chapter 993 The 1nd Project

Chapter 993 The First Project

As soon as the morning class ended, the students rushed to the auditorium.

After lunch, students who liked to join in the fun walked into the forbidden forest under the guidance of professors.

A circle of tall wooden stands appeared where the fire dragon originally was, completely blocking the entire competition venue.

The magical projections around were playing advertisements for the Sideswipe Broom Company. There was also a tall tent in front of the stands. The four warriors walked in one after another.

After waiting patiently for a few minutes, the students can go to the stands.

Inside the tent, the warriors were waiting nervously, even Draco, who had the winning formula.

He sat next to the gloomy Krum and chatted with him in a random manner.

Fleur sat on a low stool in the corner while Harry kept pacing back and forth.

For them, every minute and every second seems particularly long.

What they didn't know was that there were actually several alchemical devices hidden in the tent. The anxiety and uneasiness they showed had been transmitted to the global magic community through live broadcast.

Finally, the judges arrived, followed by Gary with a recording device on his shoulder.

In front of the camera, the four warriors tried their best to relax.

Bagman held up the purple silk bag in his hand. "The audience outside is all here."

He walked towards the warriors with a big smile on his face and shook the bag gently. "Now you have to pick out the small models of the things you will face. They come in different - uh - types."

Old Batty also came over at this time and looked at the four warriors seriously. "They are each protecting a golden egg, and your mission is to get the golden egg."

Bagman opened the purple silk bag, "You must complete this task because there is a clue inside the golden egg. Without it, you can't move on to the next task."

As expected, there is no need to confront the fire dragon head-on, but guarding treasure is the nature of dragons, and they will definitely not let the warriors take away the golden eggs easily.

"Ladies first." Bagman held the bag out towards Fleur.

She reached out her hand carefully and took out a delicate and small green fire dragon model that could breathe fire.

She lifted the model up by its tail, and small flames were spewing out of its mouth.

The neck that was also twisting constantly had a number tied to it: No. 2.

Furong picked the Welsh Green Dragon with the best temper, and the remaining three warriors couldn't help but become nervous.

Then it was Krum's turn. He pulled out a red dragon model and sat back without blinking, staring at the ground.

He picked the Chinese Fireball Dragon, number 3, leaving only the Swedish Shortnose Dragon and the Hungarian Horntail Dragon in the bag.

Harry took a deep breath, reached in, and touched two dragon models of similar size.

There is a 1 in 50 chance that he randomly picked the one that feels better.

Silver-blue, it is Swedish Shortnose Dragon No. 1.

Draco's face turned pale instantly.

Although he quickly covered it up, his trembling hands betrayed him.

In the stands, the twins burst into thunderous laughter.

Given the size of the Hungarian Dendrocygnus, how could its tiny arms and legs withstand it?

"The little golden retriever is done for. You can tell from his expression that he's pissed himself."

"Isn't he scared to death? I don't know if his pants can hold it."

"Hahahaha~"

Mag, who was sitting in the front, looked back with her lips pursed. The twins quickly covered their mouths, almost suffocating.

She didn't say anything, but just warned them with her eyes.

Cedric on the side was also having a hard time trying to hold back his laughter. He was laughing because the twins were humiliated.

On the other side, Vincent stared intently at the huge light screen that projected the real-time content in the tent. The location and angle of the hidden equipment were well chosen. The Ministry of Magic finally did not let him down this time.

Just before the Warriors were about to take the court, an advertisement for the Nobili brand came out.

Vincent turned to look at Hermione with a lack of interest, "Harry will have a hard time dealing with the Swedish short-nosed dragon now, but as long as he can take the golden egg under its protection, it shouldn't be a problem."

Hermione's brows, which had just relaxed, furrowed again. "Look, they are so shameless."

There are two alchemical devices in the projection screen. The one on the left has a unique shape, with gorgeous gems inlaid on the surface and golden patterns on the sharp edges.

The one on the right is an ordinary cube that looks like a block of iron.

The screen flashed, and a line of text slowly emerged.

"How can we allow the purity of magic inherited for thousands of years to be tainted by even a speck of dust—"

Next is a close-up of the diamond-shaped device, and its surface is indeed spotless.

"The last high wall that separates us from the mediocre—"

The picture then zoomed out very far, with the diamond-shaped device projecting a very large light curtain, while the "iron block" on the right could only project a small light curtain that was only slightly larger than itself.

"Nobility comes naturally, and cannot be reached by mediocre people."

The "iron block" slowly dissipated in the air, and the light curtain of the diamond-shaped device also disappeared. A series of devices of the same style emitting golden light fell from the sky and stood side by side with it.

"Nobili brand magic home appliances will be officially released on December 12th."

The commercial ends here, and Vincent gets goosebumps.

Hermione's situation was slightly better. She was more angry. "They are making false claims! It's clear that any device manufactured according to the universal scheme can project a 100-inch light screen!"

Vincent silently picked up his wand and cast a silencing spell around him, "Okay, you can curse as much as you want now."

Hermione pouted. "Never mind. I knew their ads wouldn't be any good anyway."

Pure-blooded gentlemen are born with a sense of superiority and attach great importance to family history and the purity of their bloodline, so it is normal for them to include their own personal opinions in advertisements.

Vincent lifted the spell, "Actually, I think they should have added a warning or two."

"warn?"

He sneered with contempt in his eyes, "If your family tree is shorter than three hundred years, please do not look up at this advertisement. The pure magic light will burn eyes with impurities."

Hermione burst out laughing.

Vincent raised his chin proudly, "Also, if non-pure-blood wizards look directly at the above products, their wands will wither, and in serious cases, they may even lose all their magic power."

Unable to hold back her laughter, Hermione held her belly, "So similar, I think they should ask you to write the copy."

Vincent's expression returned to normal, and he spread his hands helplessly, "How can a little wizard like me, who was born in Muggles, dare to associate with them? What if I accidentally look directly at the sacred light radiating from their inside out? I'm afraid I have to report to old man Merlin in advance."

Hermione laughed even more happily and leaned directly on his shoulder, sobbing.

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