Vol 2 Chapter 388: Game 1 (modified, sincere thanks to the leader who went to the mountain to beat the old...

"You must go in with the other warriors," Professor McGonagall said, her voice trembling, "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, then turned around abruptly, and patted Harry on the shoulder. "The rule allows backing, although this is not Gryffindor."
"Thank you." Harry said in a monotonous, erratic voice. Harry, who was a little confident because of his mastery of spells, became nervous under the encouragement of Professor McGonagall...
Professor McGonagall nodded at Allen again. The smart Ravenclaw didn't need to worry about her, and according to her judgment, Allen was strong enough to represent Hogwarts' victory.
"The warriors of Hogwarts are here! Great!" Ludo Bagman, Director of the Sports Department of the Ministry of Magic, turned his head to look at them, and said happily, "Come in, come in, relax, follow. It's the same at home!"
Allen couldn't help laughing, no one would feel like going home when he was about to face a giant dragon.
Bagman wore his old Hornets uniform, and looked glamorous among the six Warriors.
"Well, now everyone is here--it's time to tell you about the situation!" Bagman said cheerfully.
Allen saw that not only Harry, but several other warriors gathered palely.
"After the audience gathers, I will hand this cloth bag to each of you in turn,"-he raised a purple silk bag and shook it at them-"You pick out each of you from the inside to 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 had an unexpected look on their faces, and everyone knew what they were about 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 laughing excitedly...
Allen could hear Fleur's breathing suddenly increase. He was obviously not worried about his strength, but under the influence of the atmosphere of McGonagall and the surrounding warriors, he couldn't help but bring a little tension.
Bagman was already untying the purple silk bag.
"Ladies first," he said, and handed the bag to Fleur Delacour.
Furong's long eyelashes were trembling constantly, and from the bag he took out a small and vivid dragon model-a Welsh green dragon, with a number tied to his neck: number one.
Alan put his arms around his chest calmly, until everyone had taken his model, then walked forward and took the last Hungarian hornet in the bag, number four. When he looked down at it, the dragon spread its wings, revealing its tiny fangs.
"Okay, you all got it!" Bagman said, "You have all drawn the fire dragon you are about to face. The number on your neck is the order in which you go to deal with the fire dragon, understand?"
Everyone nodded in response.
"Okay, I'm leaving you for a while now, because I'm going to explain to the audience. Miss Delacour, you are the first one, you walk into that venue as soon as you hear the whistle, you know? Then... ...Ellen...may I say a few words to you? Come outside?"
Bagman took Alan into the woods a little further away from the tent, then turned his head to look at Alan, and said with a smile: "You must not need my help, but you are not lucky enough to get this attack this time. The one with the strongest sex, I am willing to give you some ideas..."
He looked around, then approached Alan, lowering his voice: "I mean... as long as I can help..."
Bagman said, blinking at Allen.
"Thank you Mr. Bagman, but I don't need it." Allen thanked politely, knowing it clearly: On the one hand, Bagman was willing to point himself, on the one hand because of the power of the Harris family; on the other hand, probably because Put the bet of the turnaround on yourself, "But I will tell my father your kindness."
Then, a whistle sounded somewhere.
Bagman, who was smiling at Alan’s words, panicked: "Merlin, I must run!" He ran away.
Allen walked towards the tent, just to see Furong coming out of it, her face pale.
Ellen nodded at her. She seemed to want to say something to Ellen, but her red lips trembled, but she didn't say anything.
Waiting is the most tormenting, especially when the clamor and exclamation of the audience are endless, even Allen can't help but sketch the scene of Furong against the fire dragon in his mind.
"Oh, I'm not sure if it is wise to do this!" They heard Bagman yelling cheerfully, "Oh... just a little bit! Be careful... my goodness, I thought she had done it! "
After a long time, the audience burst into cheers again... Everyone knows that Furong must have succeeded.
Harry stood up blankly, he was the second one, and when the applause and cheers sounded again, he walked out of the tent.
In the stands, almost all the eyes of the audience focused on Harry, and Ron was no exception.
"Harry may not get better for a while!" Ron also hoped to get everyone's attention, but if he had to face a huge dragon, then forget it.
After seeing the dragon that Harry was facing, his heart squeezed. He felt that whoever threw Harry's name into the Goblet of Fire must want his life.
Ron couldn't help standing up, his eyes moving with Harry.
"Is this worrying about your ex?" A giggling voice came from behind Ron.
"Malfoy, you better pray for Alan!" Ron retorted unceremoniously.
"Oh my God, he can fly!" Bagman yelled-the audience was screaming and gasping.
Ron didn't want to argue with Malfoy anymore, watching Harry dodge in the air with all his attention.
About fifteen minutes later, people were shouting, screaming, applauding, and their voices were deafening.
"Look!" Bagman yelled, "Look! Our youngest warrior got the golden egg as quickly as possible! Okay, this will narrow the gap between Mr. Porter and the other warriors. difference!"
"For you~EbookFREE.me~, it doesn't seem to be difficult to get the golden egg by bypassing the fire dragon! You have already figured out the countermeasures, after all, Firebolt can not be summoned at any time." Luo En's mouth curled, and he sat back in place.
"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's bench.
He saw the first referee-Ms. Maxim-lift her wand into the air. A long strand of silver ribbon sprayed out of the magic wand, twisted to form a big "8".
Next is Mr. Crouch. He sprayed a "9" into the air. Dumbledore also gave 9 points.
Ludo Bagman gave an incredible 10 points, and the cheers of the audience grew louder.
At this moment Karkaroff raised his wand. He paused for a moment, and then a number was sprayed out of his wand-4.
"Harry Potter is taking a trick. I really don't know why you gave such a high score. In my opinion, he has no reason to score higher than the 38 points scored by Fleur." Karkaroff deliberately extended the tone. , Said dissatisfied.
"Mr. Karkaroff, be careful of your standards. Krum is the last one. Other referees will rate Krum based on your low scores in these two games!" Sitting behind Crouch Albert "reminded" that, after all, Allen is about to play fourth, and it is better for Karkaroff to converge.
On the bench, Mrs. Maxim and Bagman nodded involuntarily when they heard this.
"Child, shut up!" Mr. Crouch frowned and turned around and whispered, "You are not a referee, don't affect our score."
Albert was taken aback when he heard the words, his lips pressed tightly, and he stopped speaking.