94 Diagon Alley

Anyone deceived? "

George and Fred immediately understood the most critical core of this matter. What was the reason for Bagman to defraud?

"He's either super greedy—I'm sure of that—" Fred pulled out three of his red hairs.

"—but he doesn't look very brave, or he's in some trouble." George rubbed his chin red.

"Make it clear, gentlemen." Gwen looked at the twins with burning eyes, "We have to have a handle on him. Otherwise, we three underage wizards, how can we not return those Kim Galleon."

Whatever method Fred and George plan to inquire about, Gwen is not ready to intervene for the time being. She tapped her wand, a row of numbers appeared in the air, and she exclaimed: "I have to go, another week of confinement - and Professor Snape, I'm afraid I'll have to jump off the stairs before I can make it." She rushed to Fu Red waved, then gave George a close kiss. "Don't forget you have labor too, George, bye."

"Yeah," George grunted disapprovingly, "that old bat even separated us on purpose. I'm going to have a good night with Filch."

Fred looked at Gwen's retreating back and teased George with interest: "Let me think about it, this is the first time we haven't been punished together? I can't help but be a little curious—" But when he saw how George was about to talk, he lost interest, "Come on, you can be happy, you don't have to explain the details to me." Fred said while covering his stomach and vomiting.

Tuesday morning, Gwen and her friends - almost half a Gryffindor - headed to the grounds for the first event of the Triwizard Tournament, and they put in a lot of thought Benefit aid.

Dean used his specialty to draw a huge, lifelike lion, and Hermione used several advanced transformation spells to make the big head move. Gwen simply asked for a close-up photo of Harry from Colin, zoomed in and tucked into the fluffy lion's mane. Fred and George fabricated a couple of pyrotechnics so they could pop up next to the lion's head without making a sound - fortunately they were concerned that the dragon might be attracted to the sound of the fireworks.

When Harry walked into the arena nervously about to vomit, the only thing he saw was the big lion roaring with his face in the stands. Dumbledore seemed to like this little trick very much.

What would he do? Gwen couldn't help but get nervous, using the Eye Curse? Krum did it, but apparently he looked embarrassed enough.

"Hungarian Hornets!" Hermione screamed, "the most dangerous of all dragons!"

"He's never been very lucky." Gwen complained to George.

At the other end of the field, stood the Hungarian Horntail. It crouched low, guarding its nest of eggs, its wings half folded, its wicked yellow eyes fixed on Harry. This is an extremely large lizard-like reptile covered in scales. It wriggled its spiky tail violently, leaving a few meters of potholes on the hard ground.

There was a loud noise in the audience.

Ron's face turned pale, and he said in a low voice, "Can't they be quieter! That dragon looks like it's going to eat Harry!"

Harry in the field raised his wand.

"Firebolt|Arrow!" he shouted.

"Flying Spell?" Gwen exclaimed in disbelief, "From the broom shed to here? Impossible..."

What responded to her question was the broom that swished through the air, rounded the edge of the forbidden forest, flew quickly into the field, and stopped suddenly in mid-air beside Harry.

He dived. The wasp's head moved with him. Harry seemed to know what it was trying to do, and just in time to stop the dive and jump up. A cloud of fire erupted, and if he hadn't avoided it in time, he would have been shot straight, but Harry deftly acted as if it was just dodging a Bludger.

"Oh my God, he flies so well!" Bagman yelled - the audience screamed and gasped, "Did you see that, Mr. Krum?"

Harry circled higher and higher, the wasp's gaze still following him, its head turning round and round on its long neck - if he kept rising like this, the wasp Will definitely be stunned.

Harry fell abruptly the moment the wasp opened its mouth, but this time he was out of luck - he dodged the flames, but the wasp's tail was drawn towards him. As he turned to the left, a long spike from that tail pierced his shoulder and tore his robes—

There were screams and sighs from the audience, but the wound didn't seem to be very deep, and now he was flying around the wasp's back.

The wasp does not seem to want to move the nest, it is too careful to protect its eggs. It didn't dare to get too far from its eggs, though it kept coiling and twisting, spreading and tucking its wings and tucking in and out, and staring at Harry with those terrifying yellow eyes. And Harry had to entice it to do so, or he would never get close to the eggs.

He started flying non-stop, here and there, being careful not to get too close, lest it shoot him with flames, but make enough Threat, make sure it keeps its eyes on him. The wasp's head swayed from side to side, his eyes fixed on him from a pair of vertical pupils, all the fangs in his mouth were exposed...

Harry flew higher. The wasp's head rose with him, its neck fully straight, still swinging from side to side, dancing like a snake in front of a snake charmer...

Harry rose a few more feet, and the Hornets let out a desperate roar. Harry looked like a fly to him, a fly he wanted to kill. Its tail fluttered again and again, but Harry flew too high for the tail to reach him... The wasp spewed flames into the air, Harry dodged away... The wasp's mouth was wide open... the audience grew quieter Now, everyone is very careful about breathing.

Finally, the wasp cocked up, its huge black, rough wings fully extended, as wide as a small plane - and Harry dived immediately. Before the fire dragon understood what he had done and where he had disappeared, he rushed to the ground with lightning speed, towards the nest of eggs, and now he no longer had the pair of front legs with sharp claws. Protecting them - he let go of the firebolt | arrow, freed his hands - he caught the golden egg -

Immediately, he soared into the air, flew away from the dragon, hovered over the stands, the heavy golden egg was caught under the uninjured arm, and an amazing loud noise broke out from the audience. People were screaming, applauding and deafening, like the Irish supporters at the World Cup. Gryffindor's giant lion also roared: "Harry Potter!" - this was recorded with a crystal ball before they asked Hagrid for help.

"Look!" cried Bagman, "Look! Our youngest warrior got the golden egg as fast as possible! This will shrink Mr. Potter The gap with other warriors!"

Ron and Hermione had already rushed out of the stands at this time and ran to the warriors' tent.

"Harry, you're amazing!" said Hermione shrilly. The streaks left and right on her face were all nail scratches, because she had been scratching her face in horror. "You're amazing! It's amazing!"

Yet Harry was looking at Ron. Ron's face was terrifyingly white, and he stared at Harry as if he were a ghost.

"Harry," he said, looking very serious, "whoever threw your name into that Goblet of Fire—I—I think they wanted your life!"

As if nothing had happened the first few weeks—as if this was the first time Harry had seen Ron since being drafted as a Warrior.

"You finally understand?" Harry said coldly, "It's been long enough."

Hermione stood nervously between the two of them, looking at this and then at that. Ron opened his mouth hesitantly. Harry knew Ron was going to apologize to him, and he suddenly realized he didn't need to hear him.

"It's okay," he said quickly, before Ron could say anything, "forget about it."

"No," said Ron, "I shouldn't—"

"Forget it," said Harry.

Ron smiled awkwardly at him, and Harry smiled back at him.

Hermione burst into tears.

"What's there to cry about!" Harry said to her, puzzled.

"You two are so stupid!" she shouted, stomping the ground hard, tears streaming down her chest. Then, before the two of them could stop her, she gave them a hug, turned and ran away, already crying.

Harry's score came out, Mrs. Maxime 8 points, Mr. Crouch 9 points, Ludo Bagman 10 points, Karkaroff 4 points.

Gwen frowned as she watched the scores in the crowd, and it was not until the audience was almost dispersed that she asked her doubts: "Are Bagman and Harry related?"

Fred and George were apparently thinking too, "As far as we know, no. But it's suspicious."

"He's giving Harry too high a score - of course that's a good thing for us - but he doesn't seem like a good man, does he?" Gwen considered for a moment, after all that was a cunning The guy who tricks people with leprechaun gold coins.

"Yes, I can probably guess what happened." George and Fred exchanged glances, "We still need some evidence."

Gwen shrugged, "But now I can confirm that Karkaroff is definitely not the one who wants Harry to compete, and his score is probably the same as that of St.