Infinite Heroes Seat

　　 "Ginny, what's the matter with you?" Early the next morning, Harry in the library found Ginny limping over, her eyes flushed, as if she had just cried.

Looking at Harry quietly, the scenes from last night appeared in Ginny's mind, what she had lost, the humiliation she suffered, subconsciously clenched her fists, Ginny squeezed out a smile, "Nothing, just Thinking of a way, I know how to deal with the dragon, Harry!"

　　 Smiling Ginny showed a very sad expression, but it was a pity that Harry's attention had been completely attracted by her words, "Really!" He grabbed Ginny's shoulder excitedly.

"Ok!"

"Very good!"

　　 Looking at the two people who were chatting excitedly from a distance, Mo Wen just showed a bad smile, wondering what Harry would look like when he knew everything.

　　 "Master, you are so bad!" Originally whispered in his mind.

"He asked for it." Mo Wen didn't care. "Perhaps I had a good time before. In that world, others have always taken the initiative to fawn on me. And I took the initiative to show good to others, and it took so much effort. Helping others, this is the first time Harry and the others "touched the non-existent scar on his face," and they treated me like that. At that time, I decided that they must pay the price. All this is just the beginning!"

　　 "Master, what a prudent person!"

　　 "Well, that's right! I'm a careful person, so I wrote down what you just said."

　　 "Ah! Master, no!"

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Time seemed to move like never before. In a blink of an eye, three days passed. Under the leadership of Professor McGonagall, all the warriors of the Triwizard Tournament came to their competition venue and walked into the small tent next to them. Bagman, who has hosted the Quidditch World Cup recently, is also the host of the Triwizard Tournament.

"Okay, now everyone is here-it's time to start!" He said briskly: "When the audience is all there, I will take this bag in front of you,"-he held up a little purple The silk bag shook to the four of them—"You have to choose a model from the bag, and that is the enemy you will face later! Everyone’s is different—well—you know, you have to have Fancy. And I have to tell you something else. Ah, by the way, your task is to get the golden egg!"

Harry glanced at the side, Mowen nodded indifferently to show that he understood Bagman's words, and then smiled and chatted with Fleur, who was a little nervous and laughed unnaturally, on the other side, Krue Mu grumbled and said nothing.

　　 I will succeed, and Harry quietly clenched his fists to cheer himself up.

In fact, he had good luck. He chose the scarlet Chinese fireball, which is a mild-tempered fire dragon. Furong’s opponent is the Welsh Green Dragon, and Krum’s is the blue Swedish Brachynosaurus, and the most violent one is in the end The Hungarian hornet was left to Mo Wen.

"Okay, you all have it!" Bagman said, "Now I will go out and leave some time for you. I want to go out and explain. Miss Furong, you are the first, then Mr. Krum, Bo Mr. Te, Mr. Guris is the last one. Miss Delacour, remember you are the first one. Go out of the tent and go inside the wall when you hear the whistle, okay? I'm going to hurry up, the audience outside may wait It's too late."

　　 "Go on, Furong!" After Bagman left, looking at the fidgeting beauty, Mo Wen just smiled, and said jokingly: "Attention, don't get your skirt burned."

　　 Furong gave him an angry glance, and just as he was about to say something, the whistle outside rang.

　　 Furong took a deep breath and walked out. After a few seconds, the crowd burst into cheers, and Furong entered the arena, facing her Welsh green dragon.

　　 The situation should be fairly smooth. The screams, cheers, and gasps of the crowd indicate that the game is still quite exciting. At least Furong was breathed straight by the fire dragon's breath without a single face. Krum looked at the ground in the tent, and Potter kept clenching his fists and then let go. Only Mo Wen swiped his hand and released a few invisible magic eyes, watching the live broadcast with relish.

In the wide field, Furong was facing a green fire dragon with a horse-like nose. After avoiding the flames emitted by the green dragon, Furong waved her magic wand. I don’t know what magic she used. The magic resistance was extremely high. The fire dragon was so dizzy that it fell to the ground bit by bit, and finally fell asleep. With a sigh of relief, Furong was about to step forward to take away the golden egg behind the fire dragon, but at this time the sleeping fire dragon spewed a beam of flames from its nose and headed towards Furong.

Furong was stunned for a moment, and then hurried to one side. It seemed that it was because of Mo Wen's reminder. She had also considered this situation. She did not hide to the sides, but leaned forward and rushed forward, the fire pillar from her head. It almost burned her hair after passing it, but finally let her avoid it safely~www.NovelMTL.com~ although somewhat embarrassed.

　　 "Very good!" Bagman shouted, "Now ask the judges to give their points!"

　　 Soon the next Krum appeared, and the eye spell hit the eye of the Swedish short-nosed dragon. The fire dragon that was almost scared of its eyes roared frantically, smashing the eggs behind him.

　　 "Very brave!" Bagman exclaimed, "This requires extraordinary courage-and-great, he got the golden egg!"

　　 Then it was Harry, "Oh, my God, he can fly," Bagman exclaimed excitedly, "Is Mr. Krum watching? Does Mr. Guris use this method too?"

　　 Harry used the flying curse to summon his flying broomstick and firebolt, and then under a sway, he led the fire dragon away and stole the golden egg.

　　 "Look!" the host shouted. "Look! Our youngest warrior got the golden egg the fastest! Ah, this will greatly reduce Mr. Porter's disadvantage!"

　　 "Then there is only one of our last warriors, let us invite the hero of the Quidditch World Cup-Modi Guris!" Perhaps because of the same country and the same, Bagman introduced Mo Wen with special enthusiasm.

　　 Following the whistle, Mo Wen also walked into the arena. Hundreds of faces looked down at him from the magically conjured stands, and there was crazy cheering everywhere! Opposite is the Hungarian hornet, at the other end of the fence, squatting down to look at the egg that protects it. Its wings are half open, and its evil, yellowed eyes are looking at Harry, this huge whole body phosphorous piece. The black scorpion, waving her nail-like tail, left a yard-long hole mark on the hard ground.