Chapter 243: Item 3

On February 24, this was the day when the second project of the Triwizard Tournament began. The sky was slightly dark, and the sun was hiding behind the dark clouds, occasionally revealing a few rays of light.
On the day of the game, Malfoy arrived at the venue early, and his face with pale blonde short hair was pale. From time to time, he looked at him more and more disturbed. He saw the seats surrounding the Dragon Field in November last year. Layer by layer on the other side of the lake, it is still empty, and it reflects in the lake below. There is another table beside the water with a golden tablecloth, and several chairs are also placed, maybe For the referee.
Furong wore a silvery and noble robe and walked lightly. She was accompanied by Mrs. Maxim. They were one of the earliest people coming. Furong's face was full of confident smiles. She looked radiant, and she still didn't know that her sister was locked in the bottom of the lake, otherwise it wouldn't be such a free expression.
Of course, the pleasant smile on her face disappeared immediately after seeing Malfoy, and her expression immediately froze, and then she took two steps back, leaned against the seat of Mrs. Maxim, don’t look away, look towards The bottomless Black Lake started dumbfounded, not knowing what to think about.
And Malfoy didn't seem to react to her performance. She still looked at the bottom of her own self, and looked out of the black lake where she couldn't see her head. This made Furong feel offended.
Over time, the number of people in the stands began to increase, and Krumlov, the headmaster of Krum and Destrom, slowly walked to the table, and then the latter found a chair and sat down. , Put your fingers on the tablecloth with your fingers crossed, looking impatiently at the Black Lake.
"This small pond is far from the big lake on our Destrom's campus, is it? Wiktor?" Kakarov suddenly said something loudly and deliberately, asking him to wait for the game to start beside him Krum.
"Oh, oh yes, Mr. Principal." Krum looked at his Principal with displeasure. He was still worried about the previous things. He wanted to tell Hermione about Dem at the ball. Some of Strang’s messages were interrupted by Kakarovsha’s rude landscape. The reason was that the school’s secrets had been leaked. Now that he was replaced by him, he began to leak the information without care.
But out of politeness, he also hypocritically responded a few times.
Ludo Bagman also walked steadily. He wore a neat black suit and elegant tie. His expression on his face was also a little exciting. If someone knows some clothing knowledge, he will find him The clothes on them are quite expensive, and they use some high-grade clothes.
Mr. Crouch did not come, he was absent again due to illness, and once again dispatched his assistant, Percy Weasley, to play for him to perform the duties and powers of the referee.
I saw the only "official fan" in the Weasley family. At this time, I strode, arrogantly, slowly walked to the referee's seat, and waved frequently to the audience in the audience. Nodding his head, it seemed to be more energetic than Mr. Crouch himself.
Finally, Dumbledore quickly appeared in the referee seat with a smile.
"If there is no objection, can we start the game?" Bagman glanced at everyone hurriedly, then looked at the watch on his hand again, the three needles on it coincided exactly-the game can start .
"I don't mind. After all, one less person is good for us." Furong sneered at this moment before the Bagman responded. He counted the number again, only to realize that a warrior had not yet arrived.
"Harry Potter? Harry Potter?" He shouted left and right, "Does anyone know where this warrior is now?"
Coincidentally, not far in front of them, a gasping boy ran over at this time.
"I...I'm coming..." Harry said breathlessly, slipping in the mud before he could stop his footsteps, but accidentally spilled Furong's robe, and Furong had some Looking angrily at the brown mud on his robe, he stepped back even more, his face unhappy.
"Sorry." Harry gasped for breath, apologizing toward Furong.
"Where did you go?" A domineering voice suddenly asked Harry in dissatisfaction, "The game is about to start!"
The owner of this voice is none other than Ron’s older brother Percy, who is now fully exercising the power of referee.
Harry really wanted to say that he was more urgent than this man and hoped to participate in the game as soon as possible. He felt that Percy, as a brother, was not as concerned about Ron as he was an outsider.
Of course, he did not know whether the referee knew about the hostages, but just subconsciously guessed they might be informed.
"He wasn't late again, was he?" Bagman started playing round, smiling, and said in his unique magnetic voice.
Percy had no choice but to satiate some pride on his face, as if declaring that his opinion could no longer be ignored by others, which made him further taste the wonderful taste of power.
Respected, no one can ignore his speech and strengthen his determination to continue on this path.
"Okay, guys, now it's time, please ask the warriors to line up on the shore, each about ten feet apart." Bagman said to the four warriors.
Then he turned back to the referee table. Pointing his wand at his throat, just like in the Quidditch World Cup, he said: "The sound is loud!" So his voice was like thunder, passing across the dark black lake and reaching the stands.
Krum was wearing swimming trunks at this time~EbookFREE.me~ showed his sturdy upper body. The year-round Quidditch game made him look very strong. Many girls in the audience widened their eyes. He stared at his tendon with unscrupulous eyes.
The eyes of the other half of the group on the seat were all looking at Furong. The tight swimsuit originally wrapped in the loose robe was now displayed, and outlined a slender and beautiful figure.
Harry also put on a normal swim trunk, and he seemed to be holding something.
No one seems to have noticed that Malfoy is still the pure black robe, and did not change a piece of clothing suitable for diving.
"Everyone listen well, our warriors are already on their own. As soon as I whistle, the second project begins. They have a full hour to recapture what they have robbed. I count three. One... two ...Three!" Bagman's voice resounded throughout the audience.
The sharp whistle echoed in the cold, still air. There was a burst of cheers and applause from the stands.
The game officially started.