The night Harry went to see the fire dragon, Harry waited very late in the Gryffindor common room. However, he never waited until the eastern sky shone, and Sirius did not appear.

It seems that after all, he missed the appointment time with Sirius.

In fact, just a few minutes before he hurried to the lounge, Sirius Black's face had just disappeared from the fireplace. For just a few minutes, he had to wait for almost all night.

And what caused all this was Maca!

Had it not been for Maca to run as an image consultant for Hagrid, Harry might have been back in more than ten minutes in the morning, and that time would be just right.

It is worth mentioning that instead of waiting for Sirius Black, Harry waited for Ron.

At the time, he was wearing a maroon purple swirl pajamas, entered the common room, stopped suddenly in front of Harry, and looked around.

"You don't sleep so late, what are you doing here?" Ron said sternly.

"What does this have to do with you?" Harry had been waiting impatiently, and he shouted, "What are you doing here?"

"I'm just worried, I don't know you—" Ron paused and shrugged. "Nothing. I'm going back to sleep."

"You want to sneak around, don't you?" Harry shouted.

"I'm sorry," Ron said, his face flushed, "I should understand that you don't want to be disturbed. Okay, let me go, you can rehearse your next interview quietly! The savior of the world, Warriors of Hogwarts! "

Harry grabbed a badge from the table with the words "Potter's Stink" and threw it across the room. The badge hit Ron's forehead and popped open.

"Here you are," Harry said. "Don't be on your chest on Tuesday! If you're lucky, you can have a scar too ... that's what you want, isn't it?"

The badge was made by Malfoy who didn't know who to find. If you click it, it will turn into "Cedric Diggory is the Warrior". Just in the evening, several students supporting Harry were trying to find a way Change to a sentence that supports Harry.

Obviously, that didn't seem to be successful.

At this point, Ron was covering his forehead and looking at him silently.

To be honest, Harry even wanted Ron to punch him hard. Ron, however, was wearing only his tiny pajamas, stood there for a short while, then turned silently back to the bedroom.

"Coward!" Harry muttered indignantly.

After that, Harry waited in the lounge until dawn. But it turns out that he was just wasting his time.

After thinking about it a bit, he blamed it on Ron as well-maybe, Sirius didn't show up because Ron ran out suddenly and shocked Sirius away.

In fact, he also knew that even if it was really Ron, Ron would never know what he had accidentally messed up. He knew Ron wasn't intentional, but he didn't care about anything-at this moment, he felt that everything was so annoying, from head to toe, including the bare feet of his neck under his pajamas.

...

Because Harry missed the time to meet with Sirius, this directly led to his lack of a way to deal with the fire dragon from his godfather.

All day on Sunday, Harry and Hermione spent their spare time in the library. They drew out every dragon-related book they could find, and the two began searching in a large stack of books like a needle in a haystack.

But no valuable information was found.

But in the afternoon, Harry met Moody very "coincidentally" in a corridor.

"Well—Professor, I'm going to a herbal medicine class—"

"Leave it alone, Potter. Please ... who's there!" Moody seemed to hear something, and he looked around suddenly and found nothing.

In order not to let go of it, Moody even went out of the corridor window and looked out.

Harry looked at Moody with a dumb look, wondering what to do.

"Did he escape ... please come with me, Potter."

Harry followed him, uneasy, wondering what would happen next. This strange guy looks very keen. If Moody asked him how he found the fire dragon, what should he do?

But neither of them was able to find it. Just outside the corridor, a hummingbird was staying on the outer wall of the castle, on the edge of the brick above the window hole, and closely monitoring all this.

When Harry followed Moody to his office, the hummingbird tilted its small head, then fluttered away with flapping wings.

It didn't take long before a figure appeared among the bushes somewhere in the vestibule.

"This guy is really difficult to deal with ..." Maka whispered as he got out of the bush, "Who knew it would have been discovered by him, who wanted to lead him away."

With that said, he glanced subconsciously in the direction of the headmaster's room of the castle.

"But fortunately, he wouldn't do anything harmful to Harry," he said to himself, "now I can only hope that the plan will not be affected."

When Harry came out of the professor's office of the Defence Against the Dark Arts class, he rushed into the greenhouse quickly.

As he walked past Professor Sprout, he hurriedly said an apology to her, then lowered his voice and said to Hermione, "Hermione-we need to help each other!"

"Don't we always do this?" Hermione whispered.

She was trimming the fluttering shrubs, and her eyes were round on the shaking bushes, full of anxiety inside. Because it's not just Harry, she also has to face the dangerous game!

But until now, she did not have any self-confidence, after all, the enemy is a full eight fire dragons! Even if it is spread evenly on each warrior, there are two!

"Hermione, we must master the Flying Spell by tomorrow afternoon."

Tomorrow is the day when the Warriors face the first event of the top three.

Except for Maca, every warrior was terribly nervous, but he was the only one who didn't take it seriously, and he was tinkering with those things as usual.

What you should do-For him, the top three hegemony is only part of the plan, and he neither needs nor can he win the final victory. All he has to do is to maintain this bureau stably to the final stage, and the rest is not the focus.

At noon the next day, Professor Orson called him together and came to the open space where the fire dragon was the night before.

At this moment, this open space is no longer open.

On the left-hand side, a large fuchsia tent was placed on the edge of the open space. As you can see, a sign was erected at the entrance of the tent, which said "Warrior Resting Place".

And the other side is just above the original open space. A tall stone wall has been erected. The wall extended far to the left and right, and you can still see a corner at the end.

In the middle of the high wall, he also saw a tent, and there might be an entrance behind it.

"That's the entrance to Hermione Granger. Yours is on the other side." Professor Orson walked and said to Maca. "Before the game starts, each warrior will go to his own tent alone, Waiting for the start of the order ... The specific rules will be announced by Ludo Bagman in a while. "

Maca followed Professor Orson along the wall for a while, and then he realized that it was a square rock wall!

"It took Dumbledore himself to get a venue of this size so quickly," Maca guessed secretly.

After Maca saw Demstrom's entrance, he returned to the rest area next to the field with Orson. At this point, Booth Barton's warrior Fleur Delacour had arrived first.

When Maca entered the tent, Furong was sitting on a low wooden stool in the corner. She was not as calm as usual, her face was very pale, and she looked sick.

As for Mr. Bagman, he was still the spirited look, and greeted him warmly when he saw Maca coming in.

After a while, Professor McGonagall's voice was faintly heard outside the tent, and her voice seemed to be shaking.

"... Wait for your turn, Potter, Granger. Mr. Bagman is also there ... he will tell you the steps ... good luck."

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

Maca didn't hear Hermione's voice.

Sure enough, the next moment, he saw a paler face than Furong. Hermione looked terrible, and wondered if she could hold it for a while.

"Are they all there?" Seeing Hermione's appearance, Maca had to step up and asked softly.

"Oh-what? Um ... yes, take it, all three bottles." Hermione was a little nervous.

"Harry! Great!" Bagman turned to look at him ~ lightnovelpub.net ~ and said happily: "And Miss Granger ... Come in, come in, relax, and follow your own home same!"

Bagman stood among the pale-faced warriors, resembling a big cartoon figure. He put on the Hornets' old jersey again.

"Okay, everyone is here now-it's time to introduce you to the situation!" Bagman said cheerfully. "After the audience is seated, I will take this bag to each of you in turn ... ... "

As he said, he held up a purple silk bag and shook at them.

"You have to pick out the box you are looking for, and the area where it is located," he pointed to a gorgeous gold-plated wooden box on the table next to it. "Of course, do n’t hit the idea of ​​this box, it is just Empty box. And the box you are looking for can hold good things in it! "

Bagman looked around for another week and finally said, "The game is going on at the same time, it's a multiplayer race. Remember, if you find out who will be in danger, the rescue team will come out immediately to help you, but- — That will also mean that you will get a lowest score! "