DNF Meets Harry Potter

Carl pursed his lips and admired the panicked expressions on Krum and Fleur's faces. For a moment, he felt very amused, so what if he knew the exam questions in advance? It's not panicking yet.

Bagman, in his much-worn Hornets robe, stood among the pale-faced warriors except Karl, a bit of an oversized cartoon character.

"Okay, now everyone is here—it's time to start!" Bagman said briskly, "When the audience is here, I'll bring this bag to you..."

After finishing speaking, he held up a small purple silk bag and shook it at the four of them:

"From the bag, you have to choose a model, that is the enemy you will face later! Everyone is different...um~...you know, you have to have tricks to show your demeanor.

And I have to tell you something else. Ah, yes, remember! Your task is to get the golden egg! "

He only talked about the rules, but said nothing about the enemies the warriors would face. And then coughed twice, looking at the crowd expectantly, as if he wanted everyone to hurry up and let him continue the conversation.

But it is a pity that the four people present have known about this project for a long time, and they may have already researched it thoroughly.

But in the face of Bagman's gesture, the four had no choice but to pull out a puzzled smile—cheating or something, if the referee finds out, is that still called cheating?

"Mr. Bagman, you seem to have forgotten one thing!" Carl naturally understood what this guy was thinking, and immediately reminded him with a smile: "You haven't told us what the specific enemy we are going to face~... ..."

"Lovely little Carl, thank you for reminding me!"

Bagman's smile became even brighter. He pulled out his wand and tapped it four times in the air. The projections of four miniature charmanders appeared in the air. They flapped their limbs and looked naive.

Seeing the silly and cute fire dragon projection, Fu Rong and Krum not only didn't feel happy at all, but their faces turned even paler. Harry also took a sharp breath, and took a few steps back.

"You are not mistaken! This is the enemy you are about to face!" Bagman shouted, obviously satisfied with the expressions of the warriors, "A fire dragon! The golden eggs are under their protection!"

As soon as Bagman finished speaking, within a short while, Harry vaguely heard footsteps passing by the tent, and the frequency was getting higher and higher...

Those people were talking, laughing, and making noises excitedly, only a curtain away, but he felt extremely distant from that group of people, as if they were another biological species.

Carl glanced at the entrance of the tent, raised his wrist and looked at his watch. It was just after class and it happened to be lunch time, but the little wizards couldn't wait...

Then, what seemed like a second to the warriors, Bagman smiled and opened the mouth of the little purple silk bag.

"Ladies first, Ms. Delacour, you come first..." The smile on Bagman's face seemed to never melt away. His speed was not too fast, but for Fleur it seemed time He accelerated and came to her in the blink of an eye.

"Okay...Okay, thank you..." Furong took a deep breath, and couldn't help being a little stumbling in her words of thanks.

She looked at the cloth bag handed over, it was dark inside, and there was nothing in it. Fu Rong's brows frowned even tighter, she stretched out her sweat-soaked right hand tremblingly into the cloth bag, and mustered up the courage to start groping inside.

A few seconds later, she took out a roaring fire dragon model about the size of a palm, and the number plate on its neck radiated dazzling silver light to the outside world.

Bagman saw what kind of dragon it was at a glance, and he flicked his wand again, and the model in Fleur's hand magnified in the air and roared silently.

"Fleur Delacour! Contestant No. 1! She's going to face... the Welsh Green Dragon!"

Bagman looked at Fleur with a smile, and then loudly announced the result of her lottery.

After hearing the final result, Fu Rong's originally pale face suddenly became even uglier. Although the Welsh green dragon is at the bottom of the four fire dragons in terms of ferocity, but at the same time, she will also be the first to eat crabs.

Harry glanced at Fleur secretly, and he knew he had guessed right, Madam Maxime had already told her what she was about to face. Because she was not surprised when she saw the model, on the contrary, she had a look of resignation.

"Who should I get next?" Bagman muttered to himself, walked towards Krum who was leaning against the edge of the tent, and handed the bag up.

Krum stretched his hand into the bag without blinking, and when he took it out, there was already a model of a Chinese fireball dragon in his palm, and his number was 3.

"Is it time for me next?"

Before Bagman came over, Carl pulled out his wand with a smile and moved it up slightly. In the purple cloth bag, a guy with sharp teeth on its tail and head, which looked like a double-headed mace, slammed out. It sprang out from inside, and then drew a graceful arc in mid-air, and finally fell into his hands.

"Perfect spellcasting, Mr. Harris!" Bagman said with emotion, "Although the Hungarian Horntail is the most dangerous of the four dragons, I believe this is nothing to you.

So, Warrior No. 4, Karl Harris! "

Harry was relieved to see that everyone had chosen their Charmander, so all that was left was the second-ranked Swedish Short-Snouted Dragon.

The danger level of this dragon is considered to be low to medium, but there is Furong in front of him, which should be considered a relatively good result for him...

At least I didn't get the worst Hungarian Horntail...

Bagman put away his smile and said seriously: "Okay, you all have dragons that everyone has to face, and the number refers to the order in which you want to fight the dragons, understand?

Now I'm going to go out and give you some time, I'm going to go out and explain. Miss Delacour, you will be the first one to get out of the tent and go inside the fence when the whistle is heard, will you?

Now, Harry, can I have a word with you? Come outside..."

Of course Karl knew what Bagman was going to do. The director of the Sports Department of the Ministry of Magic was actually a bad gambler, and he opened the game like crazy during the Quidditch World Cup.

As a result...he overturned...

The Bulgarian team, which he had placed high hopes on, still lost to the Irish team by a slight disadvantage—even though Krum grabbed the Golden Snitch, it was still useless. After this battle, Bagman was seriously injured, and the coffin was gone. A pile of debt.

Give it a go, turn a bicycle into a motorcycle, for a gambler, there is nothing more important than a chance to come back...