I'm the king of scrolls at Hogwarts

Time always flies by, especially when everyone is praying for time to pass slower - no one wants to face those dragons in a hurry, this is true.

When there was a loud noise outside, Mr. Bagman jumped down from his seat and began to unpack the purple silk bag.

"Why did it go by so fast..." Fleur whispered, Marilyn beside her nodded hurriedly, and even Durmstrang's classmates felt the same way.

Louis understood him especially. When he was in the third grade of elementary school, he had to represent the school in a performance. While waiting in front of the stage, he felt that time passed very quickly.

Of course, in his previous life, it was a group recorder performance, and he was the one who only pretended to be good at it.

"Ladies first -" Bagman said in a long voice, hesitating whether to give it to Catherine first, or to Fleur and Marilyn. In the end, he gave the bag to Catherine: "The host has priority, I think you should have no objection."

Of course Fleur would have no objection, after all, Catherine was her benefactor; and Marilyn would have no objection at all - she didn't want to be the first to extract it.

She is now bursting with tears in her heart. Why did she think that the Beauxbatons warriors were a piece of cake at that time, and even shed tears for such a poor position? Now she wishes she could go back in time and shoot her left and right for a thousand, six hundred and eighty-two times. A big mouth.

I regret that I have nowhere to buy the medicine, so I can only wait to draw the cutie.

Catherine didn't say anything. She stood up and bowed slightly towards Mr. Bagman. She stretched out her jade hand wearing a white lace glove and reached into the bag. She quickly took out a small, lifelike black dragon. The dragon spread its wings. Baring its little fangs at Catherine; hanging around its neck was a number plate with the number one written on it.

Catherine frowned and looked at the little Charmander who was still baring its teeth at her, showing a hint of displeasure. She didn't like such an arrogant guy.

"Oh, it seems that our Miss Worley is unlucky. The Hungarian Horntail is the most aggressive dragon species -" Mr. Bagman said this, seeing that he had attracted everyone's attention, he said with a smile, "I know what you are expecting. The Hungarian Horntail is recognized as the most dangerous and aggressive dragon species in the world."

As soon as these words were spoken, the warriors looked at each other and breathed a sigh of relief.

Just let the most dangerous one be taken away...

Next it was Fleur and Marilyn's turn. Fleur reached out and took out a small green dragon. It looked pretty good and took a nap in her palm. She was the luckiest, and she got the best Welsh one. There was a green dragon with a number plate on it that said number three; Marilyn was also lucky, she drew an Australian opal eye - unlike most dragons that like to live in the mountains, the Australian opal eye lives in Within the valley. They are about ten meters long and of medium size. Because their eyes have no pupils, they are named "opaline eyes".

This is a dragon that is not very aggressive and rarely kills unless it is very hungry. Its favorite food is sheep, but it is known to attack larger prey, but usually when hungry.

The number written on Marilyn's Australian opal eyes is number four.

Next it was the turn of the two Hogwarts warriors. Cedric looked like he was praying, and he didn’t know who he was praying to. In short, he touched a small silver-blue dragon - Swedish Brachysaurus. It said number two; and Harry's luck didn't seem to be very good. The dragon he drew was a red Norwegian Spinosaurus - the Norbert that Hagrid raised when he was in first grade. , which is a Norwegian Spinosaurus.

The Norwegian Spinosaurus is very dangerous. Although it does not look as ferocious as some fire dragons, its temperament is quite violent - they have sharp fangs and like to hunt large animals. They are also the first among all fire dragons to be able to spray Breeds that produce flames, in other words - they are very good at breathing fire.

"Huh, the dragon from my hometown..." Mr. Bagman said with a smile after seeing the green little fire dragon with long horns that Vasily caught, and then immediately made up for it, "Oh, sorry, Petrenko. Sir, I forgot that you are not Romanian... Well, this dragon is a Romanian longhorned dragon. They are muscular and strong. Well... as you can see, it also has dragon horns on its head. On it When hunting, they like to pierce the prey with dragon horns first, and then spit out flames to roast the prey..."

Hearing this, Vasily shivered involuntarily.

This is so scary.

The last one was Viktor Krum, who drew the Seris Fireball Dragon, also known as the Lion Dragon because of its violent temper. It's smart and incredibly agile, but it's easily angered - but that doesn't stop it from being dangerous.

Klum said nothing, glanced up at Mr. Crouch, and sat back in his seat.

"Okay, you all got it." Mr. Bagman said, "You all got the fire dragon you are going to face. Yes, these things all represent the type of fire dragon you are going to face. The numbers on their necks are Do you understand the order in which you go out to compete? Each of them protects a golden egg. Your task is very simple, get the golden egg - this task must be completed, because there are clues in the golden egg. Without it, you can't On to the next project…”

"Okay, I'm going to leave you for a moment now, because I'm going to be the commentator for the audience... Miss Worley, you are the first one. As soon as you hear the whistle, you walk into the field, do you understand? "

At this point, Mr. Bagman changed the subject and said gently to Harry, "Harry, can I say a few words to you? Come outside."

"Oh...ok..." Harry said with a blank expression. He stood up and walked out of the tent with Mr. Bagman.

The atmosphere in the tent was almost frozen, and the warriors were unwilling to break the silence. In other words, no one was willing to bring up the conversation first. The saying "silence is golden" was fully implemented by them at this moment.

I don’t know how long it took, but Cedric was the first to break the silence. He laughed and said: "Dragon..."

Then when he saw everyone looking at him, he scratched his head and added: "Haha... I hope the dragon we face doesn't go crazy."

"I hope so." Krum nodded, glanced at Louis, then lowered his head and stopped talking.

After an unknown length of silence, the whistle sounded. Catherine stood up, looked around at the warriors, then bowed her head and kissed Louis on the cheek.

"Be safe." Louis said it was impossible not to be nervous. When he saw the corners of Catherine's lips raised, he immediately said: "Forget it, I'll go over and take a look..."

He feels more nervous now than when he went up by himself - to be honest, if he went up by himself, he wouldn't be nervous at all. It's not that he doesn't believe Catherine, it's just... the tension that comes from pure concern.

If you care, you will be in trouble.

"Good luck to you, Miss Worley," Fleur said aloud.

Catherine turned back and smiled softly at Fleur. At this time, the warriors sent blessings to Catherine one after another. Regardless of whether they were sincere or fake, Catherine didn't care. She just nodded slightly and walked out of the tent gracefully, without taking a single cloud with her.

On the way out, I happened to see Harry walking this way.

"Good luck, Catherine." Harry grinned.

"Hmm." Catherine hummed to indicate that she understood, and took Louis' hand and walked towards the center of the venue.

They walked past the bushes and passed through a gap in the fence of the field - in front of them was the playing field, which was much wider than the Quidditch pitch. Louis remembered clearly that this place was originally a wasteland, which seemed to be magical. The people at the Ministry worked hard, otherwise how could such a majestic site be built overnight.

It's like the Colosseum in ancient Rome - to call it a Colosseum is to lift it up, because the middle of the Colosseum is not so rugged. In the center of the venue there are many rocks, which are rugged and steep. There is a golden egg on the highest rock. When the sun shines, the golden egg shines.

And above the golden egg, the Hungarian Horntail stood impressively. It lowered its body uneasily, guarding the golden egg, its wings were folded halfway, and its vicious yellow vertical pupils were staring at it. Outside walks into Catherine on the inside of the field.

"Worey! Woley! Woley!" The students at Hogwarts shouted Catherine's name crazily. At this moment, the students had forgotten the distinction between colleges. The only people on the field now were those from Hogwarts. Warrior - Catherine Worley.

Lewis squeezed up the bleachers. He separated from the classmates and came to the professors' seat. His mother was sitting with Solanli'an and Ye Ziyan. The three sisters were chatting and laughing, not at all. He didn't care about Catherine standing below.

Especially Solanlian, who was still holding a handful of melon seeds in her hand.

Louis walked over, hooked his fingers on the side of Solan Lian's face, and asked with some dissatisfaction: "Speaking of Lian, aren't you worried about Catherine? That's the Hungarian Horntail, the most dangerous fire dragon!"

"Why are you worried about her?" Solanlian snorted, "That little girl was trained better by you than me. I think what we need to worry about is the Hungarian Horntail."

Lewis glanced at Solanlian helplessly. Okay, forget it, there is nothing to say. He looked at the venue with worried eyes. He felt that he could not be as heartless as Solanlian. Now he is Nervous as hell.

However, from an angle that he couldn't see, Solanlian's toes were almost digging into the soles of her shoes. She forced herself to pretend to be indifferent, but in fact, she did not dare to look at the center of the field.

Solanli was much more nervous than Lewis.

Emma knew her good sister's temperament, but she didn't reveal it. She just poured her a cup of tea.

At the referee's table, Karkaroff saw the calm Catherine and muttered with some disdain: "Who does she think she is? Do you really think the first event is just a joke of playing house? Look, it's still... Wearing a skirt..."

Yes, Catherine is still wearing her usual clothes, and even has seven or eight green and white bows tied in her hair. When she stood up in front of the Hungarian Horntails, the audience burst into enthusiastic cheers again. The Slytherins held the green flag embroidered in gold with the name "Catherine Worley" high and shouted loudly. Catherine's name.

It can be regarded as clear distinction. The Slytherin house is filled with Catherine's flags or name banners, while the Gryffindor side is all Harry's, and the Hufflepuff side is Cedric's. -Poor Yingyuan seems to be out of place as an outsider, but this does not prevent them from joining the ranks of cheering for Catherine.

In such a warm atmosphere, there is no sense of the academy. Even Harry or Cedric will cheer for him. After all, at this moment, they not only represent the academy to which they belong, but also represent the academy to which they belong. It's about representing Hogwarts and fighting for Hogwarts.

The Hungarian Horntail is extremely large. From a distance, if the Hungarian Horntail is as big as a palm, then by comparison, Catherine is even smaller than a little finger. The Hungarian Horntail Dragon's whole body is covered with thick scales. It twists its spiked tail violently and slaps on the ground, leaving pitted marks several meters long on the hard stone.

"Oh -" the students exclaimed. The giant dragon in front of them could even leave traces on extremely hard rocks, which they did not expect.

“Ladies, gentlemen, classmates—” Mr. Bagman’s voice rang out, “The Triwizard Tournament, which has not been held for many years, has officially begun—what is going on now is the first event of our Triwizard Tournament. That is - under the guard of the fire dragons, capture the golden eggs in their lairs!"

"Of course, this project has certain risks, but I think our warriors will of course not be afraid of all difficulties and complete the test of this project - then, I declare that the competition has officially begun!"

"The first warrior to take the stage is Miss Catherine Worley, a warrior from Slytherin House, Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. The fire dragon she will face is the most dangerous, most notorious, and most ferocious fire dragon— —Hungarian Horntail!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the stadium erupted into even more enthusiastic cheers than before, and the Hogwarts students could be heard shouting "Worey" in unison.

Lewis saw that although Solanlian did not turn her head to look towards the center of the field, she kept glancing over there from the corner of her eyes.

She is so arrogant, like mother, like daughter.

The shouts of the students seemed to anger the fire dragon on the field. The Hungarian Horntail twisted its body restlessly. If it hadn't been for the iron chain around its neck, it would have fluttered its wings on the spot and attacked the long-haired man in front of him. A little human and a little fire dragon are shocked.

"Roar!" The fire dragon let out an angry cry, and the sound waves caused by the roar stirred up waves of gravel. Catherine looked at the roaring fire dragon in front of her calmly, and took out the leaf wand from her pocket unhurriedly.