On the afternoon of November 24th, all classes at Hogwarts were suspended.

The students were organized to come to the temporary construction site next to the Forbidden Forest and sat in the auditorium, ready to watch the start of the first event of the Triwizard Tournament.

And Harry and the other four contestants were all arranged in a tent next to the arena, where they had to prepare for the match.

Although Hermione only helped Harry for a day and a half, he was able to achieve the planned results in normal practice, but Harry's nervousness could not be suppressed.

The other three didn't perform any better than him.

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

Viktor Klum looked more gloomy than usual, and Harry guessed that was his way of showing his inner tension. Cedric kept pacing back and forth, and when Harry came in, Cedric gave him a small smile.

Harry smiled back at him too, but the smile didn't seem so light.

Just when the atmosphere in the tent was very depressed, Bagman walked into the tent carrying a purple silk bag.

"Okay, it's time for me to introduce you to the current situation." He was the one who was the most relaxed at the scene, "After all the audience have entered, you need to take your picks from this bag. The... kind of enemy that will be dealt with, ah, by the way, although I can't tell you who the opponent is yet, the goal of your first game is to capture the golden egg!"

When he was introducing the rules, hundreds of footsteps sounded from one side of the tent, and the chatter and laughter of the owners of those footsteps also came in, which made the four warriors here even more nervous.

Bagman put the bag in front of Fleur.

"Come on, Miss Delacour, ladies first."

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

After seeing this fire dragon model, there was no surprised expression on the faces of every warrior present.

Obviously, as Harry had guessed before, neither Karkaroff nor Madame Maxime would keep their students secret, and everyone present knew in advance what the first competition event was.

After Fleur passed, Harry and the other three also drew their opponents from their bags.

Looking at the small Hungarian tree peak dragon model in his hand, Harry was making a rough guess in his heart, is this tree peak dragon a new dragon brought by Charlie and the others?

In the Forbidden Forest at that time, in order to catch up with the meeting with Sirius, he did not see the scene where Sherlock asked Fiddlesticks to control the "resurrection" of the dragon corpse, so he didn't know his opponent. A straw man in a dragon's skin.

The number on the model is the order in which each of them will play. Cedric was selected first. When he remembered a whistle on the field outside, he walked out with a pale face.

While Harry and the others were smoking the fire dragon model, Sherlock, with a blood-eyed crow standing on his shoulders, was also in the forbidden forest behind the arena, looking at the dragon corpses that Charlie had prepared for him.

He looked at the four fire dragon corpses, which were placed separately in the open space, and looked completely intact with no flaws. He was amazed.

"Your craftsmanship is really good. You can't tell from the front that these fire dragons have lost their wings and heads."

Charlie rubbed his hands and laughed dryly.

"We have the habit of making specimens of dragons, and it's normal to have such skills." Speaking of this, he looked at the crow standing on Sherlock's shoulders with some concern, "However, being able to pretend to be a dragon is a blessing. What's the matter, can it really fully express the habits and abilities of a fire dragon?"

For Charlie's questioning, Sherlock didn't make any excuse for Fiddlesticks, just asked casually.

"What was the first dragon to appear?"

"No. 1 dragon is the Swedish short-nosed dragon."

Sherlock snapped his fingers, and the tip standing on his shoulder spread his wings and flew into the air, then suddenly disappeared in front of their eyes.

The next second, the blue Swedish short-nosed dragon, which was lying on the ground soundlessly, suddenly opened its eyes. It lay on the ground and yawned weakly.

Seeing that it was obviously trying not to work hard, Sherlock grabbed a small stone and threw it on its head.

"Don't be lazy for me! Be careful, I will judge you for sabotage!"

"Swedish Short-nosed Dragon" curled his lips very humanely, as if secretly muttering, "You will use this sentence to threaten me too."

Of course, Sherlock also understands that he needs a big stick and a sweet date. He holds a contract every day to force him to work. Of course, he has such an attitude of dealing with things.

"You like to eat souls with fear, don't you?" He walked up to the "Short-nosed Dragon" and whispered in a seductive voice ~lightnovelpub.net~ that only the two of them could hear.

Immediately, it looked like a short-nosed dragon on the surface, but it was really a fire dragon controlled by Tip, and a bright light lit up in his eyes!

"I'm not a capitalist who only makes you work and doesn't pay you. As long as you can complete the work given to you well, then I can still feed you with such a soul."

In fact, Fiddlesticks' trust value in Sherlock has not reached the point where he believes whatever he says.

But life is always something to look forward to, isn't it?

The work of eating and waiting for death is also work, and the work of having goals and hope is also work, so it is better to do it to make yourself feel better.

Although it is a devil who tortures people, creates fear and finally eats it for pleasure, he still has to be optimistic.

With hope, the mental outlook of the "Short-nosed Dragon" changed instantly. He raised his head and roared at the sky, spewing a cloud of fire from his throat, and then flapped his wings and lifted into the air, heading towards the direction of the competition venue. fly away.

Before it came here today, Sherlock had already made it clear to him, protect the golden eggs, and use the dragon's own abilities to stop those little guys.

And Sherlock's death order for it is that it can hurt people, but it is not too heavy. If any student in the middle has an accident, then it will explode its own soul.

In this way, after the whistle sounded on the arena, the "Short-nosed Dragon" flew into the arena in front of the entire Hogwarts teachers and students, and guarded the golden egg.

The first warrior to appear, Cedric, also walked into the arena with a pale face.