American comics: Damn it, I’m surrounded by those who worry about their fathers!

A week later.

Hogwarts School dismissed classes at noon, sending students to the largest field.

Harry, somewhat bewildered, headed towards the prepared grounds.

He felt like an outsider.

As he and Mark walked past, students wished them good luck.

However, some students also gritted their teeth, saying things like, "We've prepared a mountain of tissues for your tears."

Although somewhat nervous, he felt like it didn't really concern him.

This nervous feeling was so intense that he almost suspected he would lose control on the way to the first task, casting spells on everyone he saw.

Harry felt that time was passing strangely, as if galloping forward; one minute he seemed to be sitting in the classroom for the first lesson—History of Magic—and the next he was walking into the Great Hall for lunch.

Then, Professor McGonagall hurried towards him and Mark in the Great Hall.

Many people in the hall were staring at them.

"Potter, Patrick, the champions must go down to the grounds now; your competition is about to begin, and you must be prepared to complete the first task."

"Alright, thank you, Professor McGonagall."

Harry said, standing up, and accidentally dropped his fork onto his plate with a clear "clatter."

"Good luck, Harry, and Mark, you will both win."

Hermione whispered to them, "I believe you two will definitely succeed!"

"Thank you, Hermione."

Harry said to Hermione, feeling that his voice didn't sound like his own at all.

Afterwards, Harry, Mark, and Professor McGonagall left the Great Hall together.

Professor McGonagall looked flustered.

In fact, she was just as anxious as Hermione.

Mark, however, was more relaxed, constantly talking to Harry to ease his nervousness.

Afterwards, Professor McGonagall accompanied Harry and Mark down the stone steps to the outdoors.

It was a cold November afternoon, and Professor McGonagall placed her hand on Mark's shoulder.

"Alright, don't be nervous, Mark, and Harry, I believe you have made sufficient preparations."

Professor McGonagall took a deep breath and said to them, "Keep a cool head, don't be afraid, we have arranged for some wizards to be nearby, and if things go wrong, they will step in to control the situation. Mr. Patrick will also ensure that no worst-case scenario occurs. The most important thing is to fully utilize your own abilities; no one believes you are inferior to others."

Seeing that Harry seemed a little nervous, Professor McGonagall asked him, "Are you alright?"

"I... I'm fine, Professor."

Harry tried hard not to reveal any unusual emotions.

"That's good."

Professor McGonagall led the two forward.

Following behind Professor McGonagall, Harry whispered to Mark, "Mark, who is the foreign aid that Beauxbatons Academy of Magic hired? Do you know them?"

He already knew that Durmstrang Institute had hired Star-Lord as their foreign aid.

But he didn't recognize the red-haired witch that Beauxbatons Academy of Magic had hired.

Mark pondered for a moment and said, "Yes, I know her. Her name is Wanda, the Scarlet Witch, also a very powerful wizard."

"Is she very strong?"

Harry asked curiously.

"Yes."

Mark thought for a moment and said to Harry, "She is regarded as Raven's number one enemy."

Hearing Mark say this, Harry roughly understood the other party's strength.

A worried expression appeared on his face.

"You two must go inside with the other champions," Professor McGonagall said to them.

Her voice trembled slightly, "Wait until it's your turn, Potter, Mark, Mr. Bagman is inside too. He will tell you the steps… good luck."

"Thank you, Professor McGonagall."

Harry also became nervous, speaking in a monotonous, airy voice.

After Professor McGonagall led the two to the entrance of the tent, she gave a few instructions and left, after which the two walked in together.

After Mark came in, he saw Fleur Delacour sitting on a low wooden stool in the corner.

She didn't look as calm as usual.

Fleur's face looked somewhat pale, with a sickly appearance.

Viktor Krum, on the other hand, looked even gloomier than before.

Harry guessed that this was probably his way of relaxing.

Raven was discussing something with Loki.

When Harry came in, Loki smiled faintly at him, and Harry returned the smile.

However, at this time, Harry felt that the muscles on his face were twitching awkwardly, as if they had forgotten how to smile.

Tom was tending the fire alone, looking somewhat calm and composed.

The newly joined foreign aids, Wanda and Star-Lord, were standing together, sizing up the contestants.

"Harry! Mark! Great!"

Bagman turned his head to look at the two and said cheerfully, "Come in, come in, relax, make yourselves at home!"

Standing between the pale-faced Fleur and Krum, Bagman looked like a bulky cartoon character.

He was wearing that old Wasp team robe, looking somewhat ridiculous.

"Alright, now that everyone is here, it's time to introduce the situation to you."

Bagman coughed and said to the others, "Next, I will take this cloth bag and place it in front of you in turn."

Saying that, he raised a purple cloth bag and shook it at the others, "You must choose from it a small model of the enemy you will each face. They are different enemies, and your task is to escape their pursuit within the specified time. Be careful, they are all powerful enemies you have never seen before."

Harry looked around nervously and swallowed.

The latest and best novels are at 69shu.com!

Raven nodded, indicating that she understood the rules.

She now understood that this was probably a test question her father had set for them.

However, she wasn't worried; no matter who the enemy was, she wouldn't be afraid.

She would always prove who was her father's most worthy child!

Just as everyone was waiting with different moods for the drawing of lots, Bagman had already opened the purple silk bag.

"Ladies first."

Saying that, Bagman handed the bag to Raven.

Raven took a deep breath, reached in, and pulled out a small, lifelike human model.

A model of Injustice Lyra, wearing a Superman uniform with her eyes faintly glowing red, appeared in front of her.

Seeing Lyra in her hand, Raven's originally confident face instantly darkened.

Could it be that her father really brought Lyra here?

Lyra from the Injustice world was a lifeform created by her father, one of the strongest Supermen, how was she supposed to defeat her?

Raven immediately felt unhappy.

The expressions of the others were quite interesting when they saw Raven draw Lyra.

Especially Loki, who almost laughed out loud.

"Miss Delacour, you go."

Bagman handed the purple bag to Fleur.

Fleur reached out, praying while slowly pulling her hand out.

The model of Starlight from the Black Robe world was drawn out by her.

Then it was Wanda's turn.

Wanda took a deep breath and drew out a model of Thanos.

As Wanda, who had fought Thanos before, knew that the Thanos she was going to fight was definitely not the real Thanos.

The real Thanos was already dead.

This must have been Peter using the power of the Sandman to transform it.

As for the Lyra and Starlight just now, she guessed that Peter had pulled free labor from other worlds.

Mr. Peter was really going all out, probably pulling in a lot of acquaintances from other worlds.

When it was Loki's turn, she, who was just laughing at Raven, drew out a model of Thor, and was completely stunned.

Without thinking, he knew that he would definitely fight the real fat Thor.

Viktor Krum drew General Zod, his face as gloomy as ever.

Tom drew the goddess of death—Hela.

Seeing Hela's hairstyle with a crown, Tom felt a little complicated.

He remembered Star-Lord once saying that the goddess of death Hela was now exiled to the underworld by his father.

Was the enemy he was going to face her?

Mark drew the Kryptonian female commander, Faora.

Faora... wasn't this woman imprisoned in the World Tree by his father?

Why was she released now?

If he only used magic, how was he supposed to fight her?

Mark's face immediately turned into a bitter gourd.

Star-Lord put his hand into the bag and pulled out a small pink girl model—Atom Girl, Eve?

His face became as uncomfortable as Mark's.

What kind of demons and monsters were these?

Besides Starlight, who Fleur drew, was there a normal person?

Seeing that everyone looked pale after drawing the models, Harry's heart became uneasy.

Taking a deep breath, he walked to the bag and pulled out the last model inside.

Looking at the woman dressed as a magician in fishnet stockings, a top hat, and holding a magic wand, Harry was a little dumbfounded.

When he looked down, the fishnet stocking girl model waved her wand, seemingly paying tribute to the people below the stage.

He looked behind the model and found the words "No. 4, Backwards Witch Zatanna" written on the back.

"Alright, you have all drawn the enemies you will face. The number behind him is the order in which you will deal with the enemies, understand? I have to leave for a while because I have to do commentary for the audience outside. Mark, you are the first, you walk into that door as soon as you hear the sound, understand?"

Mark glanced at the model of the Kryptonian female commander in his hand, and nodded with a complicated expression.

Was he lucky or unlucky?

The Kryptonian female commander, could it be that his father deliberately chose her for him?!

"Harry, come here, can I talk to you for a few words? Come outside."

After Bagman finished speaking, he asked Harry to come outside with him.