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On the morning of the first competition, the atmosphere in the school was very tense and exciting, especially when it was announced that only the morning class was announced, everyone became even more impetuous.

On the way to the auditorium, all the students in Hogwarts uniforms greeted Sylvia with big smiles, wishing her a smooth life, even if they occasionally met Beauxbatons or Durmstrang They all nodded to her—During the two weeks Professor Moody recuperated in the medical wing, the seventh-grade Defense Against the Dark Arts class taught by Sylvia really gave these foreign students who were skeptical of her level The students were taken aback.

Another two Beauxbaton girls gasped when they suddenly saw Sylvia, stood aside against the wall, nodded at Sylvia with a reluctant smile, and when they passed by, Camille He let out a deep laugh: "Hehe, you scared them half to death in class last time."

"Who told them to boo..." Sylvia shook her head helplessly, remembering the first time she went to substitute for the seventh-grade Defense Against the Dark Arts class. The two of Durmstrang were tall and strong. Han took the lead, wanting to practice with her... But she was frightened into tears by a fear spell—although the fear spell was learned from ancient magic, since they didn't restrict the use of modern spells, she didn't either. Count it as cheating.

The rest of the journey was unimpeded, and it was even a bit of a welcome. Sylvia and Camille came to the auditorium soon. It’s because all the students are already looking forward to watching the game and their expectations are about to explode), and there is no need for them to sit back at the long tables of their respective colleges separately. Next to his girlfriend Camille, he came to the long table in Gryffindor. He didn't care that Harry Potter was also a warrior in the Tournament, and he was still sitting opposite Hermione and Harry.

"You'd better eat something, Potter." Sylvia kindly said to Harry who was diagonally opposite after swallowing the creamy bun in her mouth. The poor boy was staring at the plate containing the smoked bacon, The green eyes were not focused at all, and the whole person was pale and stiff.

"Ah? Oh..." Harry was snapped back to his senses by Sylvia's words, and the knife in his hand scraped against the golden plate making a toothache sound. Harry hurriedly retracted the knife , and used a fork to insert a miniature potato, but it seemed that even the potato was against him. The fork missed the thing, but let the little potato fly out, and was caught by the frowning Camille Here, it didn't hit Sylvia.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." Harry paled even more, and apologized to Sylvia in a low voice.

The crowd in the auditorium suddenly thought of a buzzing sound that interrupted what Sylvia was about to say. Turning her head to see, Professor McGonagall hurried towards them from outside the auditorium, and the entire auditorium stopped eating lunch , just stare at them.

"Mr. Potter," Professor McGonagall said, turning his gaze to Sylvia, "and Ms. Slytherin, the warriors must first go to the field below... You must be prepared and complete the second stage." an item."

"Okay," said Harry, nodding, trying to feign composure, and stood up, but his fork fell into the gold plate with a loud clang.

"Good luck, Harry," whispered Hermione tremblingly, forgetting to put down the fork in her hand, and just holding it so tightly, encouraging Harry, "You'll make it!"

"After practicing the Flying Curse for so long, I'll beat you if you don't succeed!" Although Camille had already made this little joke in a rare and gentle tone, it was even more terrifying to Harry's ears who had been tortured by Camille's training. up.

Harry walked away stiffly behind Professor McGonagall, and Sylvia walked behind them. Before leaving, she turned her head and gave Camille a look. Camille put on a look of 'it's not my fault he's so nervous', Shrugged and looked away.

Walking out of the castle and outside, Professor McGonagall put her hand on Harry's shoulder, "Well, don't be nervous," she said, "keep calm...we have some wizards on hand, if things go wrong, They will step forward to control the situation...The most important thing is to give full play to your own abilities, no one will think you are inferior to others...Are you okay?"

Sylvia, who quietly followed behind, thought that Professor McGonagall was also very nervous. She even forgot that there was a warrior who was about to compete behind her, and just kept talking to Harry.

Professor McGonagall led them around the edge of the Forbidden Forest. There was originally a large open space, but now a tent was set up and some canvas was stretched to completely cover the situation in the field.

And when Professor McGonagall stopped at the entrance of the tent and turned around, she froze for a moment when she saw Sylvia, and said quickly: "Oh! Yes...Miss Slytherin, I have to tell you Sorry, I forgot you were following me just now, but it should have been Professor Snape..."

"Thank you, it's okay, Professor McGonagall." Sylvia's steady tone and indifferent smile eased McGonagall's embarrassment, "Professor Snape and I were discussing a new type of werewolf potion recently. I just had some ideas for two days, and now I can’t leave at all.”

"That's right, I've heard about that." McGonagall nodded. Miss Slytherin wasn't too worried, but Potter...she frowned before she could relax, "Go in Well, the other two warriors have no class in the morning, so they are already inside," McGonagall's voice trembled, "Miss Slytherin, I'm not worried about whether you can pass the test, but you still have to pay attention to safety. Potter, wait When it's your turn..." McGonagall seemed to want to say something, but after a few seconds of pause, she didn't say anything, "Go in, Mr. Bagman is also inside, and he will tell you the steps—— Good luck to you."

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Sylvia followed Harry into the tent, where Beauxbatons' representative, the half-veela Fleur Delacour, sat on a low wooden stool in the corner.Now she was not as proud as usual, and was as pale and sickly as Harry.Durmstrang's representative, Viktor Krum, who is said to be a Quidditch star...Sylvia didn't see any difference in him, even when the Durmstrang students booed him It was also a gloomy face like now.Needless to say, Harry who was walking in front of her, Sylvia suspected that if he walked a few more steps, Harry would probably start to have the same hands and feet—she was a little worried about Harry's Flying Curse now. ..

"Harry! Oh! Miss Slytherin! Great! Everyone is here!" Bagman, who was wearing an old uniform of a Quidditch team, was excited when he saw them coming in. Gao Yang said happily, "Now that everyone is here, it's time to introduce the situation to you!"

"After the audience gathers, I will pass this cloth bag to you in turn," said Bagman, holding up a purple silk cloth bag and shaking it at them. Small models of that thing! They come in different...um...kinds!"

After finishing speaking, Bagman turned around and put the bag aside, and then suddenly called out, "Ah! By the way, your mission is to pick up golden eggs!"——Completed the process introduction very roughly.

After the so-called introduction, the original extremely depressing and dull silence was restored in the tent. Except for Bagman, who seemed very happy because of the event, walking around inside and outside the tent, the other warriors stayed quietly in the room. Or it never occurred to me that there was anything else I could do other than freeze in the tent.

Although Sylvia wasn't as nervous as the others, she didn't want to leave the tent at all. She found a corner and took off her school robe, took out the smaller dark green robe from the pocket of the robe, and shook it Put it on your body after changing it back to its original shape.

It's finally warm now... Sylvia fastened the robe she made herself. She was a little anxious when Professor McGonagall called out just now, and she forgot to change. Scotland at the end of November is already enough for her. Count it as winter.

After changing into the robe, she sat on a chair in the corner and took out her wand to carefully look at the small cracks on it. However, Sylvia didn't feel distressed for too long. About ten minutes later, hundreds of thousands of feet walked by outside. The sound of the tent, and the chatter and laughter of overexcited loudness.

Big tents, excited spectators, dangerous activities...it's just great, standard circus stuff!Sylvia thought sarcastically, rolling her eyes inwardly.

"Ladies first." Bagman took the bag first to Fleur, and what she took out from the cloth bag with trembling hands was a small, lifelike model of a dragon—— a Welsh green dragon, tied around its neck. With a number: No. 2.

Next is Sylvia. She put her hand into the bag. Although she knew it was a model, there were some small scales that kept moving around... This feeling is really disgusting. Sylvia quickly grabbed it casually. one.

With a silver-blue body and a shorter snout than ordinary fire dragons, the model circled around in Sylvia's hands, dissatisfied with emitting a little blue light spot - the Swedish short-nosed dragon.The number is actually number 1.

Next, Krum drew the No. 3 Chinese Fireball, leaving Harry with the final No. 4 Hungarian Horntail.

It's not surprising that no one present was shocked by the fact that the event was 'dragon'. Sylvia didn't believe that someone like Karkaroff would give up on inquiring about the news, and would be able to sit on Principal Beauxbaton. The lady in the position who must have giant blood is definitely not a simple character.

Fortunately, Harry still has Hagrid to help him, but it doesn't seem so lucky?Sylvia looked at the Hungarian Horntail in Harry's hand, even if it was a model, it kept waving its spiked tail at Harry, and opened its mouth to show its sharp teeth, and felt even more lucky about this. The sympathy of the poor boy - the Hungarian Horntail is commented as the most dangerous species among all dragons. Most of them are irritable and irritable. The black scales covering the whole body are very resistant to spells, and there are sharp spikes on their heads. And horns, long tails also have spikes, which makes them more lethal in addition to the flames erupting from their noses, oh, yes, their fire-breathing distance is also one of the farthest, at least The current record holder is a Hungarian Horntail.

Sylvia wasn't going to tell Harry this information about the Hungarian Horntail, and sometimes it was a blessing not to know.

"Okay, you all got it!" Bagman's tone sounded extremely happy, as if they were not about to face the most famous evil creature in the wizarding world, but were just queuing up to get candy cookies, "You all I have drawn the fire dragon that I will face, and the number on its neck is your order of appearance. Do you understand? Well, I will leave you for a while now, because I will explain to the audience. Miss Slytherin, are you First one, get out into the field when you hear the whistle, okay? So... Harry... can I have a word with you? Come outside."

"Um...ok..." Harry said blankly.He stood up, with the Hungarian Horntail still hanging on his fingers, and walked out of the tent with Bagman.

Sylvia patted the robe to make sure that there were no unsightly wrinkles, then she began to think about what spell to use for a while—she was too busy, trying to untie Berat Ms. Ricks' deep hypnosis is a big project, and the recent research on 'that thing' that Cam also applies to has also entered a bit of a bottleneck...

Sighing secretly, he temporarily drove the other miscellaneous things in his head to the corner.Dragon... the dragon skin is born with the protection of dragon magic, which is a type of ancient magic, so it can be penetrated by other ancient magic, ah, but her task today is not to slay the dragon, but to take a golden egg That's all.

Sylvia decided what spell to use for a while, when a loud and sharp whistle sounded outside.