Chapter 220: In turn

At this time, Bagman's voice echoed through the audience again, interrupting their conversation: "Please wait a minute! We need to clean up the battlefield at this time to create a relatively fair environment for the three warriors afterwards. The venue is in a mess!"
After a while, Ludo Bagman's voice passed with full of gas:
"Next, I will invite the next warrior to appear. As the only lady among the four warriors, how will Miss Dracul perform? Please wait and see! The fire dragon she will face is Welsh Green Dragon!"
"Okay, we have to go back now. How about, two principals, your doubts should be explained?" Dumbledore asked at this time.
Kakarov threw his robe fiercely, making a squeal, and then walked back with Dumbledore. Mrs. Maxime trot all the way back, with a nervous expression on her face, neck The luxurious opal ornaments made a clear sound as they ran, because the next warrior was Fleur Delacour, from Booth Barton School of Witchcraft, her lover.
Aside from Moody's magic eye, the lively drip turned at this moment, looking at Malfoy appreciatively, looking very satisfied, and the cane stomped towards the ground.
"Good job," he said approvingly.
"Go and see Ms. Pomfrey. You may be injured in an invisible place. You didn't notice it." Professor McGonagall said with concern.
"Yes, yes, Draco, go quickly, the emergency tent is over there." Narcissa echoed.
Madam Pomfrey was standing at the entrance of the second tent at this time. She looked very anxious. She was wearing a white nurse uniform and a white hat. She looked in the direction of the venue from time to time. She listened to Bagh Man's commentary feels that the first warrior should be here soon.
Sure enough, she immediately saw Malfoy approaching in the direction of her tent, her feet steady, not as if she was injured.
"God, Merlin is blessed and really unharmed." After a cursory examination, Madam Pomfrey looked very surprised, and she couldn't help showing a little joy on her face.
This tent was divided into several cubicles by several white canvases. Since Malfoy was the first to appear, he is currently the only one here.
"Come on, Warrior, give you a towel and wipe your sweat." The kind head nurse handed Malfoy a white towel. "Although it's unharmed, it's okay to clean it up. Those big guys are very good. Love is not clean, they will not like to brush their teeth and take a bath." Speaking of the dragons, the lady's face was immediately filled with disgust, and then complained: "Last year was dementors, this year is the fire dragon, next What else will they bring into this school? I sincerely hope that the next warrior will be as lucky as you."
This is the occupational disease of medical staff, and there is an instinctive disgust for the danger that will cause patients.
"There may also be a fried snail hybridized by Mr. Hagrid, a dangerous biological cultivation expert." Malfoy held this sentence to his heart and did not say it.
Suddenly, a burst of singing sounds penetrated through the tent, and the melodious female voice was as if weeping, mysterious and distant, quiet and elegant, as if it had brought magic to make people involuntarily want to close their eyes and intoxicate.
Suddenly, the beautiful singing came to an abrupt halt, and then the boiling vocals suddenly exploded, mixed with Bagman's commentary, and passed in through the tent.
"This warrior from Booth Barton succeeded! The Fire Dragon seemed to be completely enchanted by her! She fell into a deep sleep! Of course, I think the audience present was the same, and I was involuntarily drunk, I I think she can hold a separate concert in the future. At the same time, I have to say that today the warrior's clothing is also very correct! It looks very capable and neat, with a simple beauty, I bet, just now If she was wearing a long dress, she would definitely not be able to easily pass the dragon, even if it was almost asleep."
After a short while, the audience's voice stopped, and Furong should have left the stadium at this time and walked towards the tent.
"Child, come in!" Madam Pomfrey hurried to her at this time, took Furong in from the tent, led her to a chair, and put a thick coat on her, she Seems to be trembling because of the cold air outside.
"Thank you." Furong said, his face was still pale, and the game just had some difficulty for her. There was a feeling that her fate was not under her control. She was afraid that she would wake up the fire dragon with a mistake.
But she was successful, even quite perfect. After hearing the applause from the audience and the smile that Madam Maxim applauded, she thought it was all worthwhile.
"Congratulations, it looks very good." Malfoy's voice passed through the canvas and congratulated him.
"Thank you." Furong said, just as she was going to ask Malfoy how to get through, Madam Pomfrey opened the canvas, carrying a few bottles and jars, and came the steaming potion.
"I took a look. Your ankle is a little sprained, and you still have to take some medicine, which is not good for the second task." Madam Pomfrey said with a shake of her head, then pointed to another steaming cup: " This is fresh juice, don't catch a cold."
Then Mrs. Pomfrey pulled out her wand again~EbookFREE.me~ Gently flicked in the direction of Furong's wound, and Furong immediately felt a refreshing feeling spread from the calf up, a little hot The pain was relieved immediately, and the narrow wound began to heal slowly at a rate visible to the naked eye.
Even though the fire dragon is asleep, its tail will wave unconsciously for defense. She was injured just to escape and hit a gravel.
Suddenly, a wave of sleepy intentions struck Furong, using her inherited talents to cast magic charms on the fire dragon. It seemed a bit reluctant to her, and it was very laborious. With some calming elements, she quickly fell asleep on the chair.
After a while, the third warrior, Victor Krum, also ended his mission and walked into the tent. He was in good condition, but his face was a little ugly and frustrated.
The last warrior, Harry Potter, ended the battle faster than they thought. Almost Krum entered the tent at the front foot, and he followed in the back foot, but he was not as lucky as Krum, He suffered some injuries to his shoulder, and then Mrs. Pomfrey cleaned his wound with a smoky, smelly purple liquid, and she poked Harry's shoulder with her wand. He felt the wound immediately Healed. ()