I'm the king of scrolls at Hogwarts

Hogwarts is not Arsenal, and indeed it is invincible.

Harry didn't know his God of War attributes. According to normal development, he was the seed of the future Auror.

Think about it, if a fourth grader can fight against a noseless being, how bad can his level be?

Harry's mentality changed very quickly. Lying on the bed and looking at the ceiling aimlessly, he found that he no longer cared much about tomorrow's dragons or anything like that, and he felt quite put off.

"I think you should actually play to your strengths." Elizabeth said suddenly, "Think about it, you are Gryffindor's seeker. I think you can be about the same level as me - then, your What are the advantages?”

Elizabeth's words made Harry think deeply, yes, what are his strengths? Expelliarmus? Ah no, no weapon except yours can cause harm to that giant dragon. He is just a child, not a wizard of Dumbledore's level yet...

Suddenly, he had a flash of inspiration.

"Flying! By the way, I'm good at flying on a broomstick!" Harry said excitedly, then fainted, "Oh no, we will definitely not be allowed to bring a broomstick to the competition. What should I do? "

"Use the flying curse." Catherine pointed at the book on the coffee table next to Harry, "Accio Book! (book flying)"

Harry sat up immediately, feeling as if he had discovered a new world.

"Yes, I can recite the Accio Charm!" Harry was very excited. He took out his wand and pointed at the book in Catherine's hand and said: "Accio! (Flying over)"

The book did not move, and Catherine's gloves were pulled halfway down.

"Are you going to let the book fly or my gloves?" Catherine looked at him expressionlessly.

Harry was shocked and quickly read again: "Accio Book! (The book is flying)"

His talent was pretty good after all, and the book made a parabola and hit Hermione on the head.

"Harry!" Hermione turned and glared at Harry.

Harry apologized quickly and started practicing the Flying Charm again. He made the poor book fly around the room and almost fell apart.

"After you become proficient in the Flying Curse, why not try some advanced possibilities." Hermione interjected: "I have many ideas, such as the Flying Curse combined with the Floating Curse... Of course, this is just an idea."

"It's a good idea, Harry can write it down, but don't practice it now." Louis shrugged, facing Harry's puzzled gaze and said, "Bite off more than you can chew, step by step is what you should do now."

Of course Harry understood this. Until he went to bed at night, he practiced the Flying Charm without any sign of tiredness. He was like a child who had just been exposed to computer games. He talked in his sleep and used the Flying Charm. The cage hooked over and hit him in the face.

Early the next morning, the atmosphere in the school became extremely tense and exciting, just like the school before a sports meeting when I was a child. Classes were suspended early, and the students were all happily communicating, discussing the contestants and today's events. of victory or defeat.

The Weasley twins of Gryffindor even started a game, and the students donated their money to support their favorite players.

The school asked the students to go to the field surrounded by dragons directed by Hagrid. Of course, they did not know what they were about to see, nor what the warriors of the Triwizard Tournament would face.

In the auditorium, Harry was still eating his lunch. Professor McGonagall hurriedly came over and saw Harry still sitting here. He said loudly: "Potter, the warriors are all here now." Go up to the field below...you must be ready to complete the first project."

Professor McGonagall looked at Harry with pity in her eyes, and it seemed that she already knew what the first project was.

That's a dragon, Merlin is the best... Professor McGonagall thought, secretly sighing at the project designer of the Triwizard Tournament.

"Okay," Harry said, standing up and his fork clattering onto the plate on the table.

"Good luck, Harry," Hermione whispered, "will you

successful! "

"Yeah." Harry said dryly. He wanted to say something more, but he couldn't. It was as if his throat was choked and his voice didn't even sound like his own.

He and Professor McGonagall left the auditorium together. Although Professor McGonagall looked calm and composed, in fact, she was not as calm as she appeared on the surface. In her heart, she was already more anxious than Hermione - -If she hadn't been afraid of scaring Harry, she would have gone up to ask him how he was doing.

Professor McGonagall accompanied Harry down the stone steps and outside. The November afternoon was not very cold, but Harry felt it was biting.

"Okay, don't be nervous," Professor McGonagall said, putting her hand on Harry's shoulder, "I need you to keep a calm mind, Potter... don't be afraid, don't worry, we have arranged for some wizards to be around, you guys Their safety will not be a big problem. If the situation goes bad, they will step forward to control the situation... What you need to do is to give full play to your abilities. Although you are only in fourth grade, I believe you are no better than any of them. One person is missing.”

Finally, looking at Harry who was in a trance, Professor McGonagall stretched out her hands and waved them in front of Harry's face. Only then did Harry come back to his senses. She asked with concern, "Are you okay?"

"It's okay, it's okay..." Harry didn't know what he was talking about, so he just replied blankly - his mind was filled with those dragons showing their teeth and claws, and he had no intention of answering any questions.

Professor McGonagall also knew that he was nervous now, so he didn't say anything more. Instead, he led him forward, around the edge of the Forbidden Forest, and towards the place where the fire dragon was. When they approached the bush where Harry saw the group of fire dragons the day before yesterday, Harry found that a tent had been erected there to block the fire dragons that were about to move, and the entrance of the tent was facing them.

"You must go in with several other warriors." Professor McGonagall said, her voice sounding a little trembling, "Wait for your turn, Potter. Mr. Bagman is also inside... He will explain the steps Telling you...good luck."

"Thank you," Harry said in a nice, floaty voice. Professor McGonagall led him to the entrance of the tent, where Louis and Catherine were standing talking.

"Oh my God, Mr. Mountbatten, it's great that you are here..." Professor McGonagall walked forward quickly: "Potter is left to you. I hope you can calm him down. He looks too nervous. Already..."

"Don't worry, Professor McGonagall." Louis squeezed Harry's shoulder, "You can rest assured that Catherine and I are here."

Professor McGonagall just left. Just as Harry was about to speak, a greasy and pitiful voice came from behind him.

"Potter." It was Snape, "I hope you will like the cute little lizards with wings in the venue. I can't wait to see them get in close contact with you."

"Don't worry, Severus." Sirius patted Snape on the shoulder from behind, "After that, you will also have close contact with the cute little lizard. I believe that the predator's strength will definitely let you You get what you want.”

Upon hearing "Marauder", Snape's face grew longer. He glanced at Sirius, tossed his robes, and left.

"Don't worry Harry, it's okay. I've seen the situation there." Sirius put his hand on Harry's shoulder and said earnestly: "Gryffindor must move forward bravely and think about your father. There is never anything like fear in the dictionary..."

That's right, James is known as Gryffindor's short-haired brother, and even his old rival Emma wants to fight more than he is afraid.

In his words, Sirius was worthless and afraid of a woman. What is Gryffindor called? If he's not afraid at all, then...

This ah ah is the cry of panic when being hung top-heavy.

Of course, at this time, Sirius would not reveal the true face of Harry's father. What Harry needs now is a fearless role model, not a scumbag who can't beat women.

After Sirius finished speaking, he squeezed Harry's shoulders and turned around to leave.

"Come on, let's go in." Louis called Harry and led him into the tent.

Due to Dumbledore's instructions, Ludo Bagman did not prevent Louis from accompanying the three Hogwarts warriors before the game. As soon as Harry entered the tent, he felt as if he was less nervous. After all, anyone with a clear eye could see the atmosphere in the tent, and everyone was even more nervous than him.

Fleur Delacour and Marilyn Chabanor were sitting together on a low wooden stool in the corner. Fleur was not at all as calm as usual. At this time, her face looked very pale and sick. Marilyn's appearance was not much better.

But the good news is that Fleur and Marilyn are no longer as indifferent to each other as before, and they can still be seen whispering. They were probably frightened by the dragon. In the face of such a great danger, the small unpleasantness between the two seemed not so important.

After all, it's impossible for the two girls, Fleur or Marilyn, to hug some men over there to keep warm, right?

Viktor Krum looked gloomier than usual, and his face with green stubble was full of gloom. This was probably his way of showing his inner tension. In the other corner, Vasily Petrenko sat dejectedly on a stool, holding his head in his hands and looking annoyed. It seemed that he was regretting why he chose to participate in the competition.

He only cared about the glory of participating in the Triwizard Tournament, but he didn't think about the dangers involved.

Cedric held a few pieces of paper in his hand and kept pacing back and forth. When the three Louises came in, Cedric walked towards them, looked at Harry, and asked in a low voice: "Aren't you nervous?"

"Seeing you all so nervous makes me feel better." Harry told the truth. He didn't think there was anything worth hiding about this matter.

Cedric choked a little. What was the answer? This bastard boy...

"Ah, it's Harry! That's great!" Bagman turned to look at him and said happily: "Come in, come in, relax, just like at home!"

Bagman stood among the pale heroes. He put on the old uniform of the Hornets again, looking like a cartoon large bee. In Louis' view, he would not go to Hogwarts. It would be a shame to learn more from Dumbledore.

Dumbledore is an old bee, he is a middle bee, and it has been passed down from generation to generation.

"Okay, now that everyone is here, it's time for me to introduce the situation to you!" Bagman glanced at Lewis and said happily, "When the audience arrives later, I will take turns with this bag. Hand it to each of you."

As he spoke, he raised a purple silk bag and shook it at them with a smile on his face.

"You pick out the little models of the things you are going to face from them! They have different - well, types. I have one more thing to tell you... Ah, by the way... Those little cuties you seemed to be looking at just now I saw it when I came here, don't worry... I won't ask you to duel with those dragons, your task is very simple, just pick up the golden eggs under their protection!"

When Mr. Bagman said this, he did not realize at all that the warriors did not want to deal with the dragon, but instead wanted to knock down the referee first.

What a cutie, you call those big fire-breathing guys outside cuties, right? Why don't you get up close and personal with them, you bastard!

Cedric nodded slightly to show that he understood what Bagman said, and then began to walk around the tent holding the pieces of paper again. His face looked slightly green; Fleur Delacour Er and Marilyn Chabanor didn't react at all, they just stared blankly at the purple silk bag in Mr. Bagman's hand. No one knew what they were thinking; Krum's face became even more livid, and his fists He clenched it tightly and stared at the silk bag, while Vasily sat on the stool and kept sighing.

Harry's expression is much better now. Seeing everyone accompanying him to struggle with fear, he is not as scared as before - how does that sentence come from, only when you are scared yourself is the real fear, and when someone is with you, If you are afraid together, the fear will be diluted a lot.

Catherine doesn't think there's anything scary about facing a dragon. It's not like she hasn't fought against Christasa in her true form. As long as Christasa doesn't let go, the two of them can even fight to a score of 50-50. In the opening scene, she was sitting with Louis talking and laughing, spreading dog food, which was incompatible with the style of painting in the tent.

The other two warriors from the school who didn't know her terrifying warriors looked at Catherine with extremely complicated emotions - Sister, you are about to steal a golden egg under the eyes of a dragon. Can you respect the dragon a little? No matter how you look at it, you don’t look scared...