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Pulling back the curtain at the entrance of the tent, when Sylvia went out, she happened to pass by Harry. Bagman just called Harry out. I don’t know what he said to him. Maybe it was to encourage or even want to secretly Give him some advice?But that obviously had no effect on Harry's confidence boost.When Harry passed her, he opened his mouth. From the look on his face, it seemed that he intended to at least say hello to her, but the corners of his mouth, pretending to be all right, were parted, and he only let out a little indistinct murmur.

This is a poor boy.Even if she and Camille both thought it was a shortcoming of Potter not trying so hard himself, it wouldn't change the fact that he was forced to suffer anyway.Sylvia wanted to encourage the boy in turn, but the loud cheers from the field outside did not give her the time.

Nodding to Harry, Sylvia still had a smile on her face and walked towards the arena of the first category of the Triwizard Tournament.

As soon as she stepped into the arena, the excitement of the students almost formed a tangible ripple and rushed towards Sylvia. Hundreds of faces in the circular stands looked at the enclosed field from a height, the original grass field It was turned into a solid ground overnight by magic, and various strange rocks were arranged, and the dragon facing the exit of the tent was different from other dragons, which were generally green, black or earthy. This dragon is shining with a light silver blue, which is even more dazzling in the sun.

"Pfft!!" Flame spewed out from the nose of the dragon staring at Sylvia, the unique blue-Swedish short-nosed dragon.

The Swedish short-nosed dragon crouched low, guarding its nest of eggs, with its wings slightly spread to cover its eggs, and its pupils were erected, looking vigilantly at Syl who walked into the field Via.

Fortunately, that committee is a bit sane, but the contestants need to take back the golden egg that was cursed under the guard of the dragon, so that the female dragon thought it was her own egg. Sylvia kept walking towards it. Huolong, which was four or five stories high, walked towards it, with a cold smile on his face that usually hung on his face, and he was actually thinking about some things that had nothing to do with the current situation.

Recalling the expressions of Fleur and Krum in the tent, although they looked a little nervous (Fleur was particularly nervous), they were obviously not frightened. It is conceivable that they knew everything a long time ago.

But that's good too, lest people die in the first competition... Sylvia thought about it and calmly bowed to the referees sitting on the high platform to say hello.

"The three respected principals at the referee's seat," unexpectedly, Sylvia didn't immediately try to find a way to get the golden egg. Instead, she seemed to want to talk to the referees. There was no spell, but her voice could be clearly heard in the audience, "Can you please cast a barrier spell for the auditorium? Oh, it may need a stronger one, thank you!"

Do you need to protect the audience to get the golden egg? !What is she going to do? !The whole audience fell silent for a few seconds, then rustling discussions slowly came from all corners of the stands, and then the voices became louder and louder.

"Could it be that Miss Slytherin wants to break the chain that holds the dragon's leg and drive it into the sky? Then run there and get the golden egg!" exclaimed a Gryffindor junior boy Share his insights with his classmates.

"Maybe it has something to do with ancient magic?" The Ravenclaw students were discussing the possibility of ancient magic. Most of the Ravenclaw students attended the ancient magic popularization lecture held by Sylvia every other week. Loyal listeners.

Sitting in the stands, Hermione, who was so nervous that she almost strangled herself to death with her twisted scarf, kept looking around to ask the students around her for their opinions.

"Rush to the sky?! That's a fire dragon! What if a burst of fire comes down? If we can get the golden egg by running, why should we help Harry with special training!" Hermione whispered to herself like a cannonball It is not worth a Galleon to criticize the comments that have inexplicably become mainstream in the stands.

"By the way!" Hermione turned to Camille who was sitting next to her. In order to drown out the other gradually louder voices of discussion, Hermione had to raise her volume, "What does Sister Camille think? Sister Sylvia and Did you tell her what it was about?"

Following Hermione's question, Camille felt that the stands that were mostly occupied by Gryffindors became much quieter. They shut their mouths and turned to stare at Camille, as if thinking that she would know some secrets.

However, they were destined to be disappointed. Sitting in the stands, Camille naturally heard Sylvia's request, but her reaction was different from others. Putting down the hand that rubbed her forehead just now, Camille shook her head and sighed , looked a bit distressed and said: "I don't know what she's going to do, we haven't actually discussed this game, um...but...oh, Syl, don't kill that dragon ..." At the end, Camille muttered and looked at Sylvia who was still standing there with a relaxed expression.

"Hey! What did you say?" The Weasley twins leaned over with interest, winked at Camille, and pushed away Neville, who was sitting on the other side of Camille (the boy had already been disturbed by Camille's muttering). Frightened, his eyes stared straight, and he didn't even notice that he was pushed away by the twins), and Ron, who was still in the cold war with Harry so far, also silently came up.

"You think Miss Sylvia can really do it?" said one of the twins, and the other immediately asked, "Kill a dragon easily?"

Before Camille could speak, Ron, who followed the twins, couldn't wait to share the few information he knew: "Charlie said that they need to use at least half a dozen stunners to cast the stun spell at the same time, but it seems that there is no Can only stun a dragon for a short amount of time. Oh, yes, Charlie is my brother, and he's..."

"I know you work in a Romanian dragon farm." Camille interrupted Ron unceremoniously, ignoring Ron whose face became embarrassing. I have worked hard to learn a lot of ancient magic based on the information in the manor, and the skin and scales of the dragon are born with dragon magic, which is also a kind of ancient magic."

It seems that they didn’t answer the twins’ questions, but everyone understood—ancient magic versus ancient magic, it seemed easy for Sylvia to hurt the dragon—but they still refused to believe that a dragon could be killed. Such exciting news is easily killed.

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Compared with the surprised and buzzing discussions in the stands and the whispering among the referees on the high platform of the referee team, Sylvia, who was almost just outside the attack range of the Swedish short-nosed dragon, looked more calm.

When the corner of Scotland's cold winter has begun to show, Sylvia is wearing her favorite thin black velvet gown made by herself when she is not in class. The mantras form a group of dark green magic patterns, which are sewn on the corners of the robe and the back, reflecting the silver shimmer from time to time under the sunlight.

Sylvia's demeanor and attire looked like she was about to start a weekend lecture on popularizing ancient magic, rather than confronting a four or five-story fire dragon with blue sparks from its nostrils from time to time .

"Ahem!" Ludo Bagman, who was still in the tent before allowing the warriors to draw dragon models, ran to the referee's seat at some point. He cleared his throat into the magic microphone in his hand and saw the stands The audience quickly quieted down, and he announced with a satisfied smile: "No problem! After discussion, the referees considered that the request to protect the audience would not interfere with the players' games, so this request was adopted! Welcome to Dumbledore now! Mr. Karkaroff, headmaster of Durmstrang School!"

Amid applause, Dumbledore and Karkaroff stood up at the same time. Together, they quickly set up a barrier near the edge of the arena in the auditorium. The solid silver-white barrier slowly disappeared after finishing casting the spell. color.

Sylvia slightly opened the hem of her robe with both hands, bent her knees towards the referee's seat, and thanked the standard lady...but no one knew that she was actually disgusted with the barrier that only the two principals jointly cast .

But maybe it can be prevented?Let's talk about it then, Sylvia thought indifferently.

Then...then she walked directly to the fire dragon that was watching her vigilantly, yes, she just walked over... took a step, and stepped straight into the attack of the Swedish short-nosed dragon without hesitation scope.

Still without the wand in her hand, Sylvia raised her right hand and pointed her index finger at the fire dragon whose nose and mouth were starting to emit sparks... "Dizzy."

A dazzling red light shot out from Sylvia's finger and hit the fire dragon. Its huge body was directly sent flying by this very common spell, one of the most commonly used attacking spells. It hit the front of the auditorium, and the transparent barrier instantly appeared.

The huge silver-blue body and the head with two long horns slammed into the silver-white barrier raised by the two principals just now. Although it stopped the fire dragon, the huge creature did not directly smash into the audience stands , but the place on the barrier that was hit by the fire dragon kept showing silver ripples. In the blink of an eye, the entire barrier trembled, looking crumbling.The students who were so frightened that they jumped up from their seats just now did not run away because the dragon was stopped by the barrier. The students who were still standing there really felt that something was wrong, and they all wanted to squeeze to a safe place next to them.

Sylvia frowned, and muttered, "I've said three principals, but only two are willing to be..." while pulling out her yew tree, which was usually reluctant to use because of a slight crack, from her pocket. The wand aimed at the barrier that was about to shatter violently trembling like a disturbed water wave, and said: "Ultimate protection".

A blue-white beam of light shot out from the tip of the staff and joined the crumbling barrier. The violent silver ripples were dyed blue-white at once, and soon stabilized.

And the miserable Swedish Brachysaurus, like a slug thrown against a wall, slid off the blue-and-white barrier and fell hard to the ground.

"Boom!!" With a loud noise, the Huolong's huge figure directly smashed a big hole in the ground, and it didn't get up again—the Huolong passed out.

The whole place was quiet.