The little life of a platinum darling

It's only a few weeks between Halloween and the first game, time flies, and it doesn't take long for the Warriors to face danger.

The four warriors from the three schools were taken to a big tent outside the competition venue, where they will make final preparations and wait to play.

Draco and his parents were already sitting in the stands around the field, and Lucius' father and Narcissa's mother had visited him in the castle before.They still haven't let go of the fact that Feiwenruite became a warrior inexplicably at that time.

To be honest, Feverett was actually a little excited about today's game.It's not that he hasn't seen blood before, and he didn't even kill people once or twice in his previous life, and it's not uncommon for him to be so seriously injured that he can only lie on the bed every day and can't move.It's just that after more than ten years in this life, it seems that I always live in comfort, and after I have the bondage of my family and lover, I start to become more and more cautious.Although the Triwizard Tournament may be very dangerous, he has not experienced such a danger before. What is there to be afraid of?

Feverret stood beside Harry who was already stiff from the tension of the battle for a while, and patted his arm comfortingly: "It's okay Harry, you can do well."

Harry gave him a grateful look: "I'm worried that the Flying Charm won't work by then, and even though I know I've already mastered the spell - and Hermione said the same - I can't help worrying. "He was going to use the Flying Curse to summon his own Firebolt to complete the game by flying, but he just started to learn the Flying Curse just for this game. Although he is proficient in using it now, this Once, the Firebolt was inside the castle, but he had to summon it out of the castle so far away.He was really not sure if he could succeed.

Not only Harry, although the two warriors of Beauxbaton and Durmstrang didn't show much on their faces, judging from their small movements, it was impossible not to feel a sense of inner tension.

Krum put his hands behind his back and leaned his whole body on the pillars supporting the tent, but he stood up straight after a while, then fell back, and stood up again after a while , keep going back and forth like this.From time to time, his gaze swept across the curtain of the tent, noticing if anyone came in from outside.

Fleur Delacour seemed to be stirring her fingers unconsciously, she raised her chin slightly as usual, but her big and round eyes were fixed on the direction of the door.If there is a little noise somewhere, he will immediately turn his head and look over.

"Fivenret..." Harry took his arm, "I think I'm going to make a big fool of myself when I get on the stage, and I even feel like I've seen that scene. You know, if my Firebolt didn't If it comes to my hand, I will definitely get a roar of laughter. No, maybe..."

Before Harry could finish speaking, the curtain of the tent was lifted from the outside by a hand, and Ludo Bagman strode in from outside with a grin on his face.

After lifting the curtain of the tent, they heard the deafening shouts outside. It turned out that the inside of the tent had already been cast with a silencing spell, so it seemed relatively quiet, but this quietness made them feel even more depressed.

"Okay, it seems that everyone has arrived!" Bagman looked very excited, holding a sealed purple silk belt in his hand, and walked towards them: "The audience It's almost time to gather, when the time comes, you will take out what you will face from this bag, oh, yes... I have one more thing to tell you. That is, your task is to get the target item in the venue --Golden egg!"

After his words fell, Feiwenruite felt that something in his body was about to be resurrected, and even his blood seemed to be boiling.Perhaps everyone has an impulse in their hearts, but some people bury it so deeply that it is difficult to find it in ordinary times.

Harry glanced uneasily in Feverret's direction, but did not speak, nor did he continue what he had left off.His face seemed to have turned blue, and he was so nervous that he couldn't make a sound at all.

On the other side, neither Fleur Delacour nor Victor Krum responded to Bagman's words. In fact, they were already nervous and didn't know what to do. After all, they were about to face It is recognized as a powerful and ferocious dragon, not a safe little animal like a kitten that can be seen everywhere.

Of course, it was impossible for Feverret not to be nervous, and he clearly felt that Draco was more nervous than himself.While he had to calm down his nervousness, he also had to find a way to appease Draco who was sitting in the audience worried about him.

Not long after, Bagman came to them again. This time he opened the cloth bag in his hand, and then looked at the four of them: "Okay, the game is about to start... Ladies first." He put the cloth bag Held it before Fleur Delacour.

Fu Rong looked at the cloth bag, stuck out her tongue and quickly licked her lips, then put her hand into the cloth bag, took out a few times, and grabbed out a small, real-like model of a giant dragon.This is a Welsh green dragon, and there is a number plate tied around its neck, on which is written the sequence number of the warriors, and Fu Rong, who drew this Welsh green dragon, was the second to appear.

Fu Rong held the small dragon model in her hand, showing a resigned expression.

The second is Krum, who has drawn a fireball dragon with the number three on the number tag tied around his neck.

There are only number one and number four left in the cloth bag, which means that of two people, Feverret and Harry, one will be the first to play and the other will be the last.

The cloth bag was moved to Feiwenruite's eyes. He took a deep breath, calmed down the irregular heartbeat in his chest, stretched his right hand in, and casually grabbed a struggling and writhing model out.

Holding a silver-blue Swedish short-nosed dragon, it will be the first to appear.Feiwenruite felt quite satisfied, since death sooner or later is death anyway, why bother to wait in the tent with his heart hanging and feeling restless and uncomfortable?

Harry knew what he was about to face when he saw the model in Fivenret's hand. He grabbed his own Hungarian Horntail model, and the little charmander stretched out in his hand. He flicked the pair of little wings, and then showed his sharp fangs like a demonstration to Harry who had just swallowed a big mouthful of saliva.

"Okay, you have all drawn your own dragons now," Bagman put away the purple cloth bag, "Mr Malfoy, you are the first one, go out after hearing the whistle, go outside In the venue, do you understand? And I am leaving now, thinking that I will explain to the audience later." He paused, as if thinking about something, and then looked at Harry who was standing aside : "Harry, I think you would be willing to say a few words to me, right? Come on, let's go outside the tent." He said and walked out.

Harry frowned and glanced at Feverett, after thinking about it, he still chose to follow in Bagman's footsteps.

Feiwenruite played with the model in his hand, and then put him on the table beside him, waiting for the movement outside.Although this model may come in handy in the game, he is not allowed to carry any props except the wand during the game, so he can only give up this useful prop.

Sure enough, not long after, a loud whistle came in from outside.Gritting her teeth, Feveret raised her hand to straighten her collar slightly, and walked out of the tent.

The field outside the tent was remodeled to look like it was in a valley. The ground was full of uneven stones, some small bushes, grass, and mud.A giant dragon of his size was locked on its thick neck by an extremely thick metal chain protruding from the floor.The chain was very long, and it piled up in a small pile on the ground, enough to ensure that the dragon could move freely.

Beside the giant dragon was a very soft nest, inside which were several eggs the size of a human head, most of them were white, only one was golden yellow.That was the object of Feveret's competition this time.

The venue is surrounded by a circle of auditoriums. The positions of the referee and the commentator are directly opposite to the position where he is standing now, and from his angle, he can directly see his father and mother who are staring at him. Above the referee's bench, watch the game as a senior member of the Ministry of Magic and their family members.

Needless to say, Draco was on the other side of the Slytherin seat. Feverret didn't look at Draco, but turned his eyes to the one who was staring at him viciously as if he had already regarded him as an egg thief. Swedish Brachysaurus.

He tentatively took a few steps over there, carefully controlling the air flow around him.Of course, he has no way to stop the flow completely, but it is not a problem to just change some speed and direction.

The short-nosed dragon stared at him unrelentingly, and its eyes kept moving with his movements.

At this time, you can't let your eyes go away from the giant dragon, otherwise it might attack him, the intruder.

Fivenret held his wand tightly in his hand, and then cast a disillusionment spell on himself, turning his body into the same color as the scenery around him.Of course, such tricks are generally not very effective against fire dragons. Most magical creatures can sense the enemy's movement through the flow of air.

But this is not a big problem for Feiwenruite.He carefully and carefully controlled the speed and direction of the air flow around him, and slowly let himself walk towards the golden egg as quietly as possible.