"Harry Potter and the Old Ones (!

By the second day, the atmosphere at Hogwarts was very tense and exciting.

Almost all classes are suspended at noon, so that the entire school has time to go to the venue circled below—

Of course, most students don't actually know what to expect there.

During lunch, Professor McGonagall hurried towards Harry and Tiera in the Great Hall, many looking at them.

"Tiella! And Harry, now the warriors are going downstairs... You have to get ready for the first project." Professor McGonagall

"Okay," said Harry, standing up, his fork falling into the plate with a clatter.

"Good luck to you, Harry, Tierra." Hermione whispered, "You will make it!"

"Yeah," Harry said dryly, his voice hardly his own.

"Okay." Tiera also stood up, but unlike Harry, Tiera looked quite relaxed and happy. When passing George Weasley and Fred Weasley, Tiera Pulled out a handful of gold Galleons and put them in their hands—

"I pressed myself and Harry," Tiera said softly.

George Weasley silently put away the gold coins, and then made an OK gesture at Tierra.

After that they left the auditorium with Professor McGonagall.

Professor McGonagall looked flustered too, but in fact she was almost as anxious as Hermione.

She accompanies Harry down the stone steps to the outdoors, it's a cold November afternoon, and she taps Harry and Tiera on the shoulders—

"Okay, don't be nervous," Professor McGonagall said. "Keep your head down... We have some wizards around, and if things don't go well, they will come forward to control the situation... The most important thing is to make the most of your own abilities... "

Harry nodded nervously, while Tiera smiled.

Professor McGonagall led him around the edge of the Forbidden Forest and walked towards the place where the fire dragon was.

As they approached the grove where they could have seen the field, Harry found a tent erected there, blocking the dragons, and the entrance of the tent was facing them.

"You must go in with the other warriors," said Professor McGonagall, her voice trembling a little. "Mr. Bagman is also in...he'll tell you the steps...good luck."

"Thank you..." Harry said in a monotonous, erratic voice.

Professor McGonagall patted them on the shoulder again, then led Tiera and Harry to the entrance of the tent, opened the tent curtain for them, and let them go back on their own.

Tiera saw Fleur Delacour sitting on a low wooden stool in the corner. She was not as calm as usual, and her face was very pale and sick.

Viktor Klum looked more gloomy than usual, presumably his way of showing his inner tension.

"Aha!" Tiera yelled at this time, startling Harry, and even the other two warriors shuddered at the sound of Tierra.

"What's wrong? What's wrong?" Harry asked nervously.

"Look Harry, they actually prepared mint soda, custard, and cheese **** here!" Tiera said happily, then walked straight to the dining table in the center of the tent.

Tiera put a piece of cheese **** into her mouth first, then picked up a piece of jelly and asked:

"Harry, do you want a little more? I see you haven't eaten much at lunch just now."

Saying that, Tiera picked up another piece of cheese **** and stuffed it into her mouth.

Harry: …

Fleur Delacour:  …

Victor Krum:…

Fleur Delacour snorted coldly. She wanted to say something, but she shook her lips, but in the end she didn't say anything.

And Victor Krum frowned.

"Thank you...but no need..." Harry refused embarrassedly, "Tiella, I really don't understand why you can still eat?"

"What's wrong?" Tiera said, chewing the egg tart, "Isn't it a fire dragon? It's very safe."

"Heh, safety?" Fleur Delacour said with a contemptuous smile, "I hope this won't be your last meal."

Tiera pouted and wanted to say something, but at this time, Ludo Bagman appeared in the tent.

Bagman stood in the midst of the pale warriors, like a big cartoon character, in his old Hornets jersey again.

"Okay, okay, now that everyone is here, it's time to introduce the situation to you!" Ludo Bagman said happily, "After the audience gathers, I will pass this cloth bag to each of you in turn. before,"

— he held up a purple silk bag and shook it at them —

"You pick out a small model of the thing you are going to face! They are different, um, in order to prevent you from having the last warrior to choose without a lottery due to the problem of the drawing order, our referee team temporarily decided to increase A kind of...that thing, we shipped overnight with the help of Professor Dumbledore last night, so we have a total of five signatures..." Ludo Bagman said.

Five signs?

Tiera raised her eyebrows, or did Dumbledore deliver it overnight?

For some reason, Tiera suddenly had an ominous premonition. Even if Dumbledore was not here now, Tiera could imagine Dumbledore's inelegant smile.

"Ah, yes, I have one more thing to tell you...Ah, yes...your mission is to pick up the golden eggs!" Ludo Bagman added.

"Ladies first," Ludo Bagman said, handing the bag to Fleur Delacour.

She reached into a cloth bag with a trembling hand and pulled out a small, lifelike model of a dragon—a Welsh green dragon with a number tied around its neck: number two.

Harry saw Fleur didn't show the slightest surprise, but a look of resignation, and he knew that his guess was correct: Madame Maxime told Fleur what the upcoming challenge was.

Krum also confirmed the same. He took out the bright red Chinese fireball dragon with the number three tied around its neck.

He didn't even blink an eye, just sat down and stared at the ground.

"Okay, it's your turn." Ludo Bagman smiled and handed the purple silk bag to Tiera.

Tiye stretched out his hand and put it in the bag—

Before Tiera could grab it, he felt a hard object clasping his fingers.

Tiera had to stick her hand out of the bag—

Tiera saw a little dragon model with long hands and feet attached to her hands that looked like a monkey—

This little dragon model is covered with stiff stone-like scales, with a pair of vast bat-like wings behind it, a long tail trailing behind it, a pair of sheep-like curved horns on its head, and a face like a human face. A combination with a goat face.

"Oh, Merlin's beard!" Ludo Bagman exclaimed, then looked at Tiera with a smile, "Looks like someone has won the grand prize."

This is... what ghost dragon?

Tiera looked suspiciously at the model in her hand.

He read "Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them" in his first grade. How could he never see such a dragon?

…

At the same time, UU reading www. On the stand of the Dragon Arena on uukanshu.com, a slender old man in his nineties, dressed in a refined manner, was turning his head and muttering to Dumbledore who was sitting beside him—

"Professor Dumbledore..." the old man asked worriedly, "Are you sure it's alright? Bologron is a fire dragon species I discovered last year, and it hasn't even been published publicly. They live in magma and can Spit out flames that are far higher than other fire dragons, and have a brutal personality and extremely high intelligence, I'm afraid..."

"Watch the game well, Newt." Dumbledore said with a mean smile. "Other warriors may not have a chance to meet Bologron, but I believe that the warrior I choose is absolutely fine."

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