Just a Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor

On the afternoon of November 24th, all classes at Hogwarts were suspended.

The students were organized to the temporarily constructed venue next to the Forbidden Forest, and sat in the auditorium, preparing to watch the start of the first event of the Triwizard Tournament.

Harry, the other four contestants were all arranged in a tent next to the arena, where they had to prepare for the competition.

Although Hermione only provided help to Harry for a day and a half, he was already able to achieve the planned results during normal practice, but Harry still couldn't suppress the tension in his heart.

The other three people didn't perform any better than him.

Fleur was sitting on a low wooden stool in the corner. She was not at all as calm as usual. Her face looked very pale and sickly.

Viktor Krum looked sullen than usual, and Harry guessed this was his way of showing off his inner nervousness. Cedric kept pacing back and forth, and gave Harry a small smile when he came in.

Harry smiled back at him, but the smile didn't look so relaxed.

Just when the atmosphere in the tent was very depressing, Bagman walked into the tent carrying a purple silk bag.

"Okay, it's time for me to introduce the current situation to you." He was the most relaxed person present. "When all the audience are present, you need to draw your picks from this bag. The types of enemies we will deal with next, ah, by the way, although I can’t tell you who your opponent is yet, your goal in the first game is to capture the golden egg!”

When he was introducing the rules, hundreds of footsteps sounded from one side of the tent, and the chatter and laughter of the owners of those footsteps also came in, which made the four warriors here seem even more nervous.

Bagman placed the bag in front of Fleur.

"Come on, Miss Delacour, ladies first."

Fleur put a trembling hand into the bag and pulled out a small, lifelike model of a dragon - a Welsh green dragon, with a number tied around its neck: number two.

After seeing this fire dragon model, every warrior present showed no expression of surprise on their faces.

Obviously, just as Harry had guessed before, neither Karkaroff nor Madame Maxime would keep their students secret, and everyone present knew in advance what the first competition event would be.

After Fleur passed, Harry and the three of them also drew the opponents they would face next from their bags.

Looking at the small Hungarian Treesaurus model in his hand, Harry was wondering uneasily in his heart, was this Treesaurus a new dragon brought by Charlie and the others?

In the Forbidden Forest at that time, in order to catch up with Sirius, he did not see the subsequent scene where Sherlock asked Fiddlesticks to control the "resurrection" of the dragon corpse. Therefore, he did not know his opponent. To be clear, he was actually A straw man in dragon skin.

The number on the model was the order in which each of them played. Cedric was chosen first. When there was a whistle on the field outside, he walked out with a pale face.

And while Harry and the others were drawing the fire dragon model, Sherlock, who had a blood-eyed crow standing on his shoulders, was also in the forbidden forest behind the playing field, looking at the dragon corpses that Charlie had prepared for him.

He looked at the four fire dragon corpses that were placed separately in the open space. From the outside, they all seemed to be intact without any flaws, and he was amazed.

"Your craftsmanship is really good. Looking from the front, you can't even tell that these fire dragons have lost their wings and heads."

Charlie rubbed his hands and laughed dryly.

"We have the habit of making dragon specimens in our institute, and it is normal to have such skills." Having said this, he looked at the crow standing on Sherlock's shoulder with some concern, "However, being able to pretend to be a dragon is a rare thing. Seriously, can it really fully express the habits and abilities of a fire dragon?"

Regarding Charlie's doubts, Sherlock did not make any defense for Fiddlesticks, but just asked casually.

"What's the first dragon to appear?"

"Number One is Brachyrhinosaurus Sweden."

Sherlock snapped his fingers, and Tip standing on his shoulders spread his wings, flew into the air, and then suddenly disappeared before their eyes.

The next second, the blue Swedish Brachysaurus that was lying on the ground silently suddenly opened its eyes. It lay on the ground and yawned feebly.

Seeing that it was obviously trying to work hard, Sherlock grabbed a small stone and threw it on its head.

"Don't be lazy! Be careful, I'll judge you for being passive and slacking off!"

"Swedish Brachysaurus" curled his lips in a very humane manner, as if secretly muttering, "You will also threaten me with this sentence."

Of course Shylock also understands that he must have big sticks and sweet dates, and he forces him to work with the contract every day. Of course, he has such an attitude of coping with the situation.

"You like to eat fearful souls, don't you?" He walked up to Brachynosaurus and whispered in a seductive voice that only the two of them could hear.

Suddenly, it looked like a short-nosed dragon, but it was actually a fire dragon controlled by a tip, and its eyes lit up brightly!

"I'm not a capitalist who just lets you work without paying you. As long as you can complete all the tasks assigned to you well, then I can still make you full with such a soul."

Fiddlesticks actually didn't trust Sherlock enough to believe whatever he said.

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Although he is a demon who enjoys torturing people, making them fearful and finally eating him, he still has to be optimistic.

With hope, the mental outlook of "Short-nosed Dragon" instantly changed. He raised his head and roared to the sky, spitting out a ball of fire from his throat, then flapped his wings and took off towards the direction of the competition venue. Fly away.

Sherlock had already made it clear to him about its mission today before it came here. Just protect the golden eggs and use the fire dragon's own abilities to stop those little guys.

And Sherlock's death order for it was that it could hurt people, but not too harshly. If any of the students in the middle had an accident, then it would just blow up its own soul.

Just like that, after the whistle sounded on the field, "Short-nosed Dragon" flew into the field in front of the entire Hogwarts teachers and students and guarded the golden egg.

The first warrior to appear, Cedric, also walked into the field with a pale face.