days at Hogwarts

"Oh, that's a very straightforward approach, I'm not sure it's a wise thing to do!"

With Bagman deliberately pretending to have a heavy tone, Graves, who fell into a coma, was taken into the tent by Madam Pomfrey, causing the little wizards to sigh and worry.

"Now let the judges give their scores!"

After the words fell, everyone looked towards the referee's bench. At this time, the atmosphere among the several referees was a bit subtle.

Principal Fontana felt uncomfortable all over. He felt that everyone around him was looking at him strangely, especially Maxim and Karkaroff. They glanced at others from time to time. After the two looked at each other, they seemed to have reached some consensus. , and then looked at himself again.

It seemed that several principals had some common secret and only excluded him.

This feeling made him extremely awkward and uncomfortable, as if a long-horned water snake was crawling on him.

Although the process of obtaining the golden egg for the kid Pickley was a bit embarrassing, not as good as Cedric Diggory who appeared earlier, but he suddenly learned that the first project was the fire dragon, he was able to stay calm in a hurry, and used the magic spell to combine his outstanding performance. His skills have passed the test, which is not bad...

What are the expressions of Maxim and Karkaroff?

The warriors from your other two schools may not perform so well when facing the fire dragon.

Fontana was thinking in her mind, but her face was calm and calm, showing the demeanor of a famous school in Ilvermorny.

Dumbledore looked at him, then at the other two professors, and asked intriguingly: "I suddenly want to ask, Gilbert, what are you doing for your school during this month at Hogwarts?" What kind of training do warriors do?”

Crouch's expression was indifferent, as if it had nothing to do with him.

Maxim and Karkaroff remained silent and looked at Fontana quietly.

"train?"

Fontana wasn't sure why he asked, but still replied, "Some regular dueling training, and explaining to him the differences between wizards from different countries, and the rest of the time let him choose to learn some courses from your school. .

"I heard that you still have Animagus and Patronus Charm teaching during normal school hours. It's been canceled this school year. It's a pity for the child."

"..."

Dumbledore was silent, his eyes subtle and complicated.

Maxim asked tentatively: "Did you know that the first project was deployed before we came? The fire dragon enclosure is in the Forbidden Forest."

Fontana vaguely noticed something, but had not yet reacted. He replied cautiously: "I don't know that the first project is the Fire Dragon. I only know that the venue is in the Forbidden Forest, so Pikli's training venues are placed in the Black Lake." There is an open space on the side, some distance from here.”

"..."

Maxim and Karkaroff were also silent, deep silence.

Crouch coughed slightly: "Let's start grading."

In a subtle and tacit atmosphere, Pikli Graves, who was seriously injured and ended in embarrassment, achieved the same results as Cedric, averaging 7 points.

Fontana, who gave the lowest score, had doubts in his eyes. He couldn't help but look at Dumbledore and asked: "Why do you all give such high scores? It obviously took longer for Pickley to obtain the golden egg and his injuries were more serious." ?”

"Albert, we can't just look at the appearance of things." Dumbledore said meaningfully, "Graves deserves this score. Look at those bloodstains. Every drop is filled with indomitable character and strong will. …”

He rubbed the corners of his eyes, as if he was moved to tears.

"Is that right?"

Fontana was a little unsure. Maxim and Karkaroff nodded one after another. Only Crouch flashed a mocking smile at the corner of his mouth. He didn't know who it was for...

"call out……"

The whistle blows.

The third warrior appears.

Loren and Hermione looked down. Fleur Delacour, dressed in a light blue silk petticoat, walked out of the passage. Her upper body was in a floral chiffon light-colored long-sleeved shirt. Her fair and smooth arms and neck skin were wrinkled by the cold wind. Goosebumps make the Forbidden Forest even more chilly at the end of November.

Not only the boys, but also some girls were stunned.

The one she drew was the most docile Welsh green dragon, with green scales and medium-to-small size. They mainly feed on sheep and other small mammals, and actively avoid humans. There is no terrifying poison, nor extremely dangerous flames.

The common Welsh green dragon is almost the least troublesome of all fire dragons. The most serious accident it caused before was the Ilfracombe incident:

In 1932, a naughty common Welsh green dragon attacked a group of sunbathers in Ilfracombe, Devon, England. It was stopped by the Tok family who happened to be traveling there, although it triggered the largest group of swarms in the 20th century. The memory was written off, but no one was injured.

The green dragon crawled lazily on the boulder. When he caught a glimpse of the witch in his field of vision, he let out a quiet dragon roar from his mouth and nose.

The green dragon's call is very unique and even melodious to a certain extent.

Fleur Delacour controlled the extreme distance of the green dragon's flame spray, stood firmly, bowed to it gracefully, and then danced lightly.

The dress is neatly cut, outlining the girl's graceful figure, with slender arms and slender thighs. The silk drape is like a flowing stream, and the hem swings smoothly, making the witch look like a legendary fairy.

Some boys were so fascinated that they didn't even blink. The expressions of the girls varied. Some were appreciative, while others showed a little disgust. Almost all the little wizards had a common doubt in their hearts:

Why is she dancing to the fire dragon? What is she doing?

While Hermione was looking at the fire dragon, from the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of Justin and others in the stands opposite, who were fascinated, almost like seeing the Veela at the Quidditch World Cup. Out of some hidden thought, the girl quietly turned her head to look at People around you.

Meeting a pair of black eyes, Loren grinned.

Hermione was silent for a moment, then turned her head and continued to look into the field.

As Fleur's dance moves became lighter and slower, some keen little wizards noticed something was wrong. The already lazy Welsh green dragon's eyelids were drooping, like a student struggling in a divination class. Tremble.

Under the surprised gaze, the green dragon closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep.

Fleur watched the green dragon lose consciousness, breathed a sigh of relief, and rubbed her sore shoulders.

She danced continuously for almost half an hour, which was longer than she expected, but fortunately, grandma's hypnotic magic really worked on the fire dragon.

Fleur gently approached the green dragon with her skirt in hand, and carefully held the golden egg in her hands. Just when she announced her success, the green dragon suddenly snored, and a handful of golden flames spurted out, igniting the hem of the skirt.

Fleur was startled, and in a panic, she summoned some water to put out the flames and ran away.

In the stands, Ron looked at Fleur's back as she left the stage, and smiled infatuatedly: "She looks so beautiful even when she leaves the stage..."

Hermione cast a look of disgust, then looked at Loren, who had clear eyes next to her, and felt a little better.

Not everyone is so vulgar.

"Speaking of which..." Loren's low voice sounded in his ears, "I haven't seen Professor Granger dance yet. Although I have taken Professor Granger's dance class, the emphasis at that time was on teaching and feeling...