"You must go in with a few other warriors," said Professor McGonagall, her voice trembling, "Mr. Bagman is inside... He will tell you the steps... good luck."

Professor McGonagall took two steps and then turned around and patted Harry on the shoulder, "The rules are allowed to retreat, although this is not Gryffindor."

"Thank you." Ha said in a monotonous, fluttering voice.

Professor McGonagall nodded at Allen again. The smart Ravenclaw didn't need to worry about it, and as far as she knew, Allen's strength was enough to represent Hogwarts' victory.

"The Hogwarts' Warriors are here! That's great!" Bagman turned his head and looked at them, saying happily, "Come in, come in, relax, just like at home!"

Allen couldn't help laughing. No one would feel like going home when he was about to face a dragon.

Bagman looked so energetic among the six Warriors in his old Hornets uniform.

"Okay, now everyone is here-it's time to introduce you to the situation!" Bagman said happily.

Allen saw that it was not just Harry, but several other warriors gathered with pale faces.

"After the audience gathered, I will hand this bag in turn to each of you," he raised a purple silk bag and shook it at them. "You pick out the small models of the thing you are going to face from it! They have different types. I have one more thing to tell you... Ah, by the way... your task is to pick up the golden eggs!"

No one showed an unexpected look on his face, and everyone knew exactly what he was going to face.

In the blink of an eye, hundreds of feet were heard walking past the tent, and the owners of the feet were talking excitedly, talking and joking...

Alan could hear Furong's breathing suddenly became more rapid. He was obviously not worried about his strength, and he couldn't help but feel a little nervous.

Bagman was already untiing his purple silk bag.

"Lady first," he said, handing the bag to Furong Dragur.

Furong's long eyelashes kept trembling, and she took out a small, vivid model of the dragon from the bag - it was a Welsh green dragon with a number tied around her neck: No. 1.

Alan quietly folded his arms and chest, until everyone took away his model, he walked forward and took away the last Hungarian tree bee in the bag, the fourth. As he looked down at it, the little dragon spread its wings and revealed its small fangs.

"Okay, you all got it!" said Bagman, "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. Do you understand?"

Everyone nodded in response.

"Okay, I'm going to leave you for a while now, because I'm going to give an explanation to the audience. Miss Dragul, you are the first one, you walk into the venue as soon as you hear the whistle. Do you know? Then... Allen... can I say a few words to you? Come outside?"

Bagman took Allen to the woods a little far from the tent, then turned to look at Allen and smiled, "You probably don't need my help, but I'm 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, but I don't need it." Allen thanked politely, and understood in his heart: the reason why Bagman was willing to give advice was, on the one hand, because of the power of the Harris family; on the other hand, probably because he put the bet on his turnaround.

A whistle sounded somewhere.

"God, I have to run!" Bagman said in panic, and ran away.

Alan walked towards the tent and happened to see Furong coming out of it, his face pale.

Alan nodded at her. She seemed to want to say something to Alan, but her red lips trembled slightly, but she didn't say anything.

Waiting is the most painful, especially when the noise and exclamations of the audience outside were endless, even Alan couldn't help but outline the picture of Fujimoto fighting the Fire Dragon in his mind.

"Oh, I can't be sure if it's wise to do this!" They heard Bagman shouting happily, "Oh... just a little bit! Be careful... Oh my god, I thought she had succeeded!"

After a long time, the audience burst into cheers and cheers again... Everyone knows that Furong must have succeeded.

Harry stood up in a daze, he was the second, and when applause and cheers sounded again, he walked out of the tent.

In the stands, almost the whole audience's eyes were focused on Harry, and Ron was no exception.

"Harry may not be better in a while!" Ron also hoped to get everyone's attention, but if he had to face a burly dragon, then forget it.

After seeing the dragon that Harry faced, his heart sucked. He felt that no matter who threw Harry's name into the Goblet of Fire, he must have wanted his life.

Ron couldn't help but stand up, his eyes twitching with Harry.

"Are you worried about your ex?" A hilarious voice came from behind Ron.

"Malfoy, you'd better pray for Allen!" Ron retorted bluntly.

"My God, he can fly!" Bagman shouted - the audience was screaming and gasping.

Ron didn't bother to argue with Malfoy anymore, and watched Harry dodge in the air with all his attention.

About fifteen minutes later, people were screaming, applauding, and their voices were deafening.

"Look!" Bagman shouted loudly, "Look at you guys! Our youngest warriors got the golden egg as fast as possible! OK, this will narrow the gap between Mr. Porter and other warriors!"

"For you, it seems not difficult to get the golden egg bypassing the fire dragon! You have already thought of a countermeasure, after all, the fire crossbow can not be summoned at any time." Ron curled his mouth and sat back on his original position.

"Everyone's highest score is no more than ten. See how many points you can get?" Ron squinted his eyes and looked at the referee's seat.

He saw the first referee, Ms. Maxim, lift her wand into the air. A long silver ribbon-like thing sprayed out of the wand, twisting to form a large "8".

Next was Mr. Crouch. He spewed a "9" into the air. Dumbledore also gave 9 points.

Ludo Bagman gave an incredible 10 points, and the audience cheered louder.

At this time, Kakarov raised his wand. He paused for a moment, and then a number - 4 was also sprayed out of his wand.

"Harry Potter is taking a shortcut. I really don't know why you gave such high scores. In my opinion, there is no reason why he scored higher than the previous 38 points of Furong." Kakarov deliberately dragged his tone and said dissatisfiedly.

"Mr. Kakarov, be careful of your standards. Krum is the last one. Other referees will also rate Krum based on your low scores in these two games!" Albert, who was sitting behind Crouch, "remind" that after all, Allen is about to appear in the fourth place, so it is better for Kakarov to restrain himself.

On the referee's seat, Madam Maxim and Bagman nodded involuntarily when they heard this.

"Shut up, little boy!" Mr. Crouch turned around with a frown and scolded in a low voice, "You are not a referee, don't affect our rating."
Chapter completed!