Chapter 168: Draw lots

Dumbledore, as the principal of the host academy, certainly knew what the competition was. After a little thought, he determined which game was the best time to take Harry away.

Immediately, Dumbledore did not care about the leaks of the game, and said the links of the third game.

However, even if they guessed when and where Harry was about to face the crisis, Dumbledore and Sirius had nothing to do with it.

Harry could not be prevented from going to the competition, nor could he be allowed to retire midway, so the two of them could only look at Kewen at the same time.

Kewen found out what the final trap was in the memory data. It was the final trophy of the competition, which was made into a ‘door key’.

When Harry touched the trophy, he was teleported back to Voldemort in an instant.

As for the previous series of games, Harry will not be in any danger, even if there is danger, the fake Professor Moody will find a way to help Harry solve it.

After all, Voldemort wanted a living Harry, not a corpse.

Thinking of this, Corvin faced the look of expectation from Dumbledore and Sirius, nodded and said, "Don't worry, leave it to me. I will take care of Mr. Potter."

"Thank you, Corvin!" Sirius was very grateful. He stretched out his hands and grabbed Cowen's right hand, raising Cowen's hand as if on a pilgrimage, and pasting it on his forehead.

"I want to be able to protect Harry personally, but I can't do that!" Sirius said emotionally, "Anyway, please!"

Feeling the strength of the opponent's handshake, Kewen knew that these words were from Sirius's sincerity.

When the other party released his hand, Cowen soothed: "Don't worry, I won't let Harry have an accident."

Next, the three discussed in the principal's office for a while, and then Sirius took the lead and left the college through the fireplace.

Corvin chatted with Dumbledore for a while before returning to the bedroom.

Nowadays there are too many ‘worshippers’ outside, and apart from the dormitory, Cowen has very little free space for activities, so he can only get a moment of peace when the cat is in the dormitory.

Now he needs a quiet environment to continue thinking about some plans.

What Penello said reminded him that since he is leaving this world, why not leave some valuable memories for himself?

As in the Triwizard Tournament, there are still some things that Kewen should do.

But that requires perfect planning.

He had thought about it when he was in the principal's room before, but was interrupted by Dumbledore's thinking. Now that he returned to the dormitory, Kewen naturally wanted to continue planning.

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Time has passed, and school has started for nearly two months. On November 24, the first game of the Triwizard Tournament will begin.

The playing field was built not far from the castle, on a cliff in the middle of the mountains. It is worth mentioning that it is right in the middle of the "Wonderful House" and "Hogwarts".

If you stand at the top of the arena, you can see the tower of the Academy Castle on one side, and you can just see the riverside open space where the "Wonderful House" is on the other side.

After the breakfast time, teachers and students from the entire college arrived at the competition venue, which was a huge building resembling a gladiatorial arena.

In the middle is an unregulated and rugged venue, surrounded by stands one after another. The audience is not only the teachers and students in the college, but even the parents of students who are available to watch the game.

In the contestant's resting tent, Kewen calmly sat on a chair and played boredly there with his fingers turning his wand.

The other three players weren't so calm and kept pacing around the room with great concentration.

At this moment, Harry halted, leaned against the curtain at the edge of the tent, and whispered to the outside through the curtain.

With his keen sense of hearing, Cowen heard Hermione's voice outside the curtain and couldn't help turning his head to look at Harry.

Before he turned his head, the curtain was suddenly lifted, and Hermione entered the tent emotionally and hugged Harry hard.

Almost at the same time, someone at the front entrance of the tent raised the curtain, and a coquettishly dressed female reporter walked in with her photographer partner.

Seeing Harry and Hermione hugging, the photographer almost subconsciously raised the camera and gave Harry a picture of them with a ‘bang’.

The flash of magnesium powder exploded a large amount of white smoke, and some pungent smell spread in the lounge.

Corvin frowned slightly, and as soon as he grasped the rotating wand with his fingertips, he swung it slightly to dissipate all the smells around him.

"Wow~ wow~ wow..." The female reporter named Rita Skeeter exclaimed and exclaimed: "The beginning of love, it's really...remembering and touching."

"Quiet!"

Kewen suddenly said, raising his head in a cold tone and casting a glance at Rita Skeeter, and then said, "Please stay quietly on the side."

Rita Skeeter's expression froze for an instant, but after seeing that it was Cowen, she immediately showed a guilty smile on her face, and then obediently walked aside.

The reason for this is because Cowen threatened her.

Rita Skeeter came to the academy to conduct an interview on the second day before the selection of the participating Warriors.

There was no explanation from the other party in Kewen's memory data, so at first he thought it was just a normal interview.

In the interview, he discovered that this woman named Rita Skeeter has no lower limit.

Not only did the questions raised basically have little to do with the ‘Triwizard Tournament’, but they also like to ask some embarrassing questions.

Not only that, Rita Skeeter also likes to make up her own brain, making up nonsense out of thin air, and will not record according to Cowen's answer.

After discovering these things, Kewen was a little annoyed, so he read his mind with ‘ingesting divine mind’.

Unexpectedly, Kewen discovered that the other party turned out to be an illegal ‘Animags’ just like him. After the other party had mastered ‘Animal Transfiguration’, he did not go to the Ministry of Magic for registration.

Grasping the pain of Rita Skeeter, Cowan immediately explained the situation and successfully held the opponent.

Since then, Rita Skeeter has been a little scared of Cowen, and the report on Cowen is completely pragmatic, and there is no such nonsense as the report on other warriors.

Now after more than a month, Rita Skeeter still dare not presumptuously in front of Cowen...

The conversation and performance between Corvin and Rita Skeeter surprised everyone in the lounge, but they were not familiar with each other, so no one would ask anything.

They were just observing Rita Skeeter's embarrassed expression, and occasionally glanced at Cowen secretly.

At this time, the door curtain was opened again, headed by Dumbledore, the other two principals and Director Crouch walked in one after another.

"Hello, warriors."

Dumbledore looked at the four warriors in the room with a smile, but was slightly taken aback when he saw Hermione, and said in surprise: "Miss Granger, why are you here?"

"Ah I... I'm sorry." Hermione shyly avoided the sight of everyone, and said quickly: "I'm just here to cheer on Harry and disturb you! I'm leaving now!"

After speaking, Hermione immediately buried her head and left the lounge.

Dumbledore didn't care, and continued to smile to Cowen and other contestants and said: "Well, the moment of anxious waiting has finally arrived. I first wish you all good results here."

"Now, let's start the drawing." Dumbledore said to the side after he finished speaking, "Bhatti, please."

Director Crouch immediately stepped forward, greeted the four of Kewen to surround him, lifted a black cloth bag, and opened the mouth of the bag.

"Well, warriors, next, please take out the difficulties you are going to face from this pocket." Director Crouch said as he handed the bag to Fleur: "Then, Miss Delacour, you first come."

Furong looked a little nervous, staring at the green smoke coming out of the bag, listening to the ‘neighing’ inside the bag, taking a deep breath, raising his hand and slowly reaching into the pocket.

"Oh! It bites me!"

With a soft cry, Furong withdrew her hand from her pocket. In her hand, a green dragon the size of a gecko was constantly observing the surrounding environment.

Seeing this, Director Crouch announced: "The Welsh Green Dragon!"

Then he handed the pocket to Victor Krum: "It's you, Mr. Krum."

Krum drew the "Chinese Fireball Dragon" from his pocket.

Then there was Kewen. When he withdrew his hand from his pocket, the dragon model struggling in his fist caused a low voice around him at the same time.

When Director Crouch saw this, he said with some pity in his eyes: "Well, Mr. Quinn, you have chosen the largest Ukrainian Iron Belly Dragon in the world."

Kewen was taken aback for a moment. If his memory is correct, shouldn't it be ‘Swedish short-nosed dragon’ in the original plot?

However, after Harry finished drawing the "Hungarian Tree Peak Dragon", Kewen discovered that there was still a voice in the pocket of Director Crouch.

He suddenly understood. Obviously, there should be other types of dragons in it~www.wuxiaspot.com~ and there are not only four types of dragon models.

At this time, Director Crouch put away the pocket, and then took out another pocket, allowing the contestants to draw the order of playing.

This time there was a different change from the original plot, and Kewen unexpectedly drew the fourth place finale.

After the draw is complete, the next step is to check the magic wand.

Amid Dumbledore's greeting, Ollivander raised the curtain and walked into the lounge with a smile.

He looked at Cowen with pride in his eyes, and then greeted all the players: "Come on, kids, let me check the wands for you."

The four of Kewen stepped forward, and Ollivander checked the wands one by one. After experimenting with the small spell, they called out the materials and production characteristics of the wands.

In the end, it was Corvin's turn. Ollivander handed the wand back after experiencing the little spell, and then asked kindly: "How about a kid? Is the wand still useful?"

"As always." Kewen responded with a smile...