Arms dealer from Hogwarts

Chapter 217 I'm sorry, I don't keep fire dragons at home

While the few people were talking, Charlie's five fellow dragon trainers walked towards the Horntail with one foot up and one foot down. They were carrying a blanket with a nest of huge, granite-gray dragon eggs inside, and carefully picked up the dragon eggs. placed next to the hornet.

Hagrid let out a rippling moan, which made Jemini's scalp tingle.

"I counted it, Hagrid," said Charlie grimly, and then he asked in a low voice, "How is Harry?"

"It's okay." Hagrid stared at the dragon egg absent-mindedly.

"I really hope he's still safe and sound after facing this danger." Charlie looked at the paddock with the dragon over there, and said with a heavy heart: "I dare not tell Mom what Harry is going to do in the first project, Mom Already flustered about him..."

Charlie said, imitating Mrs. Weasley's anxious voice: "How could they let him participate in that Tournament? She was too young! I thought they would be all right, I thought there would be an age limit!"

"Mum in tears after Daily Prophet article about Harry..."

Jemini knew what Charlie was talking about. Although Rita gave up the rich and colorful description of Harry, the lines in the article still lead to the direction of lyricism. This kind of cryptic lyricism sometimes makes people cry more than the straight ball. After all, Rita She lives by articles, she is very good at playing this game.

Jemini heard Harry's footsteps leaving, and then he also left the open space where the fire dragon was locked in a few flashes.

In the process of leaving, Jemini also saw Karkaroff sneaking towards the camp. He bumped into Harry, but didn't find Harry...

Jamie just couldn't understand the anatomy of his head.

"Fire Dragon—"

As soon as he left the confines of the paddock, Harry couldn't help moaning, "Jemini, are you there?"

Jemini jumped down from the tree: "What, are you scared?"

"That's a dragon!" Harry took a deep breath.

"Ah, I know." Jamie poked his ears casually: "So?"

"So I'm dead." Harry said sadly, "Would a pistol work on that thing?"

"Put it in the eyes, maybe it will have some effect," Jemini said.

"I still have a sniper rifle!" Harry remembered the heavy sniper, and then he sighed again: "No, only a wand can be used in the competition..."

"For the sake of a thousand Galleons, let me give you an idea." Jemini said lightly, "Have you learned the Flying Curse taught by Professor Flitwick recently?"

"You mean—" Harry's eyes lit up.

"Use the Flying Curse, first summon the broom, distance yourself from the fire dragon, and then summon the Barrett. Judging by Barrett's power, as long as you shoot it in the head, the battle will be over. .”

Jamie gave a more secure method.

"Can this work?" Harry was a little puzzled: "What if I fail the Flying Charm because of nervousness?"

Thanks to the duel with Jemini, Harry learned a lot of spells in advance. Unlike in the original book, he has already mastered the Flying Curse at this time, but he is worried that his mentality will be out of balance and Flying will fail.

"Then you can clench your fists, open your eyes wide, and shout at the fire dragon: F**k your mother! Face me! Bitch!"

Harry was dumbfounded: "And then?"

"And then there is no more." Jemini looked at Harry lovingly: "You will die vigorously and be remembered by the world. You will be the absolute front page of the Daily Prophet, the most beautiful kid."

Harry: "..."

"Psychological quality is the first element in fighting the enemy. You are not even afraid of me. Why are you afraid of fire dragons? You are on the broom and it is your home field. Why are you cowarding?" Jemini patted Harry on the shoulder and walked big. Step left.

Harry was silent. He felt that Jemini's words made sense, but there still seemed to be something wrong.

Until the day of the game, Harry was in a trance.

Not only him, but Krum and Fleur were also pale. It seemed that they didn't sleep well last night.

Only Jemini was smiling as usual, holding Shirley's waist with one hand, and was being chased and fed by Adria.

"I don't want to eat fried eggs. If I don't like it, I won't eat it. This is my way of ninja!"

"Excuse me, my lord... eggs are good for the body." Adria took the plate, inserted the fried egg into Jemini's mouth with a fork.

"I'm glad you can maintain such vitality, Mr. Fox, but—the competition is about to start, come with me, you must be prepared first." Professor McGonagall's disgusted voice sounded behind him.

Jemini turned his head, and the older catwoman was standing behind him and looked at him dissatisfied, as if she was very dissatisfied with his flirtatious behavior, Harry stood beside her absent-mindedly, his face turned pale.

"Okay, thank you, Professor McGonagall." Jamie stood up cheerfully, and left the auditorium with the two of them.

Professor McGonagall also looked anxious, and she said with a trembling voice, "Okay, don't be nervous."

Jemini blinked and blinked: "I'm not nervous, Professor."

Professor McGonagall glared at him, took a deep breath, and exhaled a puff of white mist in the cold November air: "Well, it's best if you can calm down, we have arranged some wizards by the side, if the situation Not good, they will step forward to control the situation..."

As she said that, she looked at Harry again: "The most important thing is to give full play to your ability, no one will think you are inferior to others... Are you okay?"

"It's okay." Harry said in a trance: "It's okay, I'm fine..."

Professor McGonagall looked at Harry with pity.

She led the two of them around the edge of the Forbidden Forest and walked towards the place where the fire dragon was. A tent had been erected in the lush forest, blocking the direction of the fire dragons. The entrance of the tent faced several people.

"You have to go in with the other two warriors." Professor McGonagall said, her voice trembling unconsciously: "When it's your turn, Potter, Mr. Bagman is also inside... he I'll tell you the—step by step...good luck."

"Okay..." Harry's voice was monotonous and erratic, and for a moment, Jemini thought he was possessed by Luna.

Professor McGonagall sent the two of them to the entrance of the tent, and then left quickly. She was afraid that she would show Harry that 'you are going to die' expression.

The two walked into the tent, and Fleur Delacour was sitting on a low wooden stool in the corner. She no longer had the bright and beautiful appearance before, and now her face was pale and sick.

And Krum...he looked even more sullen than usual.

"Ha, that's great, everyone is here." Bagman said happily when he saw the two, "Come in, come in, relax, just like being at home."

Harry: "..."

Sorry, I don't have dragons at home...

　The second one today is more beeping~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)