Felix walked through the pillars of the stands. Bagman's high-pitched voice was very clear in the restless crowd: "Welcome... The first event is the dragon race. The warriors must get the golden egg in the dragon's obstruction and escape successfully... Please ask the staff to place the dragon eggs. Look, the dragons are still asleep. This is the best time to observe them..."

Six colored dragons lay on the ground, looking like they were still in a coma, but their large size was still intimidating, even if the nearest judges' seat was about 500 feet away from them.

"... Next, I will introduce the judges, the five principals, myself, and Minister Fudge, who replaced my old friend Barty Crouch. Unfortunately, he took a long vacation..."

Felix found the busy Professor McGonagall, who kept walking back and forth at the edge of the field, circling around, with an absent-minded expression on her face. When he passed by, McGonagall almost bumped into him.

"Be careful, Minerva"

"Oh, it's you, Felix." Mag screamed, her tone much higher than usual: "Charlie is looking for you. Charlie!" She shouted to a small group of people, and a short and sturdy wizard turned around and ran over.

"Hey, Felix," Charlie said, he also looked nervous and kept rubbing his hands: "We'll be watching from the side, with whistles. If there is any danger, we will go forward. Of course, we also need your support."

"No problem." Felix said.

There was a roar in the distance, and a black dragon slowly raised its head. The staff next to it put the dragon egg and ran away.

The Hungarian Horntail found itself in an unfamiliar environment, surrounded by a group of noisy little insects, making a lot of noise. It also smelled the scent of its own kind. Its two yellow eyes turned around and soon saw that there were five other dragons lying on the platform not far away.

Its mood suddenly turned bad. It supported itself and stood up. Under it was a nest made of golden hay. There was an egg in the nest. It felt particularly close to it. This was its child. It quickly accepted this view. Its movements became cautious. "Hua La La~" the sound of the iron chain sounded. It stared blankly at the thick chain on its left foot and roared to the sky.

The hot flames rushed to the sky, rolling up a wave of air out of thin air, and the temperature of the surrounding air rose rapidly.

With its abnormal movement, the other five fire dragons also woke up. They each raised their heads, flapped their wings angrily, and stamped their feet. The black stone ground made a dull sound.

The Hungarian Horntail looked around. It didn't like it here. It would be better to leave with its dragon egg. It tentatively pulled the iron chain, but felt that it was not very reliable. Just as it was about to use force, it saw a familiar person.

"Awoo~"

It shouted loudly. It was the terrible barbecue cook!

Felix looked at it and asked Charlie, "Does the dragon have a good memory?"

"Of course," Charlie replied, "Norbert still remembers Hagrid. Every time he doesn't listen, I show him a picture of Hagrid, but I don't know how long I can fool him... He's getting smarter and smarter, and he won't let us check him..."

Bagman's voice has been guiding the audience's emotions. He is a master in this area.

"Look, the dragons have awakened. They need some time to adapt... At least find their eggs. During this time, I will explain the rules of the game..."

Felix took out a broom from the ring, turned over and sat on it, kicked his feet, and rushed straight into the sky, circling the field twice, taking in the scenery below.

"This is a good viewing position." He smiled and said to himself.

Looking down from a high place, the layout of the field suddenly became clear. The silver tent was for the warriors to rest temporarily. A few hundred feet away was the viewing stand. In the center of the crooked stand that could barely be considered an oval, there were six areas, which together looked like a daffodil.

Near the center of each petal, there was a fire dragon. Some were big, some were small. They raised their heads one after another. They were looking around anxiously.

On one side of the stands, near the silver tent, there was a big door. That should be the place where the warriors entered the field. Opposite the door, the stands suddenly rose a bit. That was the referee's seat.

Bagman, who was introducing the rules of the game, said happily: "Very good, our safety officer is in place. He will be the last guarantee. As for Felix, I don't need to tell you. You should have seen it in the newspaper."

His voice weakened because Fudge's gloomy eyes had already looked over.

Bagman stuttered for a while, and finally realized what he was going to do. He stood up and shouted loudly: "Then, please welcome all the warriors!"

The cheers were deafening, and extremely penetrating whistles resounded through the sky. The fire dragons raised their heads and looked around cautiously and anxiously. Soon, a wooden door opened and a group of people walked in.

"Hiss~"

Harry saw a person in front of him fall backwards, and he quickly reached out to support him. It was a warrior from Beauxbatons. Harry couldn't call out the boy's name, but he was obviously not in good condition now, with snot and tears all over the floor.

"Francois..." Fleur whispered, "For the sake of Nico Flamel, be brave!" She tilted her head to one side and ordered, "Jacqueline!"

Another girl trembled and helped Francois up, although from Harry's perspective, she was also very scared.

He felt a little more disgusted with Fleur until he saw a layer of mist in Fleur's eyes. He was stunned for a moment, and maybe the expression on her face was too direct, Fleur glared at him.

The leading staff member took them to an open space. The air here was much hotter than outside. The stone in front of the blue Swedish short-nosed dragon melted like liquid and became soft.

He couldn't hear any sound, but he could see the hot drops like magma falling continuously, as if dripping on his heart. But that was not his trouble. He heard Ron swallowing his saliva, and following his line of sight, he saw their target, a huge black hill.

But that hill could move, and was covered with barbs.

Harry regretted not seeing it clearly that night. This Hungarian Horntail was taller than ten of him stacked together, covered with black scales, and had a lizard-like appearance. It had yellow eyes and bronze horns, and its tail also had spikes close to bronze in color. He heard

Hermione hoarsely recite the information about this fire dragon: "...Hungarian Horntail is considered to be the most vicious and aggressive fire dragon...It is one of the fire dragons that can spit fire the farthest, up to 50 feet away. When protecting dragon eggs, it is more aggressive...Female dragons are generally larger than male dragons..." "

I'm just glad that my mother didn't come..." Ron said with a smile when he saw Sirius waving his hands in the audience.

At this time, Charlie came over. His steady voice calmed Harry's heart a little. Then they were taken to the corresponding position by the staff who kept appearing. When they passed by, Charlie patted the shoulders of the three of them, opened his mouth several times, and finally squeezed out a vague "Come on" from his throat.

In front of Harry, Ron and Hermione was the Hungarian Horntail. It was completely different from the one taken out of the pocket. Only when it was close could you feel its horror. Compared with this fire dragon, they were like three mice.

"This is in classroom seven, classroom seven..." Ron kept hypnotizing himself.

Hermione's face was as white as paper. She tried her best to calm her voice. "There are dragon trainers and staff of the Ministry of Magic around. Even if you don't believe them, you should believe Professor Hep... He is right above our heads!"

The three looked up at the sky. Against the light, a vague shadow stood on it, giving them great courage.

Bagman's passionate voice sounded again: "Warriors are ready. They are only seventy feet away from their opponents. This is a relatively safe distance because the dragons have chains on their legs."

"When you hear the whistle, you can act. Time, strategy, effect, and courage will be the basis for scoring. Good luck to you! Ready three, two, one! The game begins!"

The noisy voices around seemed to be paused. Harry didn't have time to look at others. He had to do his own thing. He shouted from the bottom of his heart: "Firebolts are flying!"

After waiting quietly for a while, he accurately distinguished the familiar sound waves from the tide-like sound. A red shadow flew from the direction of the castle. He turned over and soared into the sky. The familiar sense of speed made his heart calm down.

I belong to the sky.

Harry said to himself, he climbed all the way up, increased his speed to the maximum, and surpassed a figure in just a few seconds. It was Professor Hep. He quickly glanced at the professor and rolled his eyes at him.

He turned his broom handle and glanced down. At an altitude of seven or eight hundred feet, the dragons looked like the salamanders Hagrid had talked about in class. He also noticed that the entire venue was like a daffodil. Near the center of each petal stood a dragon, and the warriors stood on the other side of the petal.

Looking down from the air, among the six groups of warriors, only the group of Ulgardo and Cedric moved first. The inconspicuous wizard, whose name Harry could not remember, only knew that he had a pointed eagle hairstyle, suddenly rolled from the ground and turned into a sturdy eagle. He flapped his wings and soared into the sky, bravely flying towards the beautiful Australian white eye.

There was a cry of surprise from the stands. They were also stunned by the behavior of Ulgardo's students. "Animagus!" someone shouted.

"It's not animagus!" Bagman's voice reached everyone's ears, "It's the unique human deformation of Vagadu. As far as I know, three warriors can do it!"

"Cry~"

The bronze feathers of the eagle shone in the sun. The Australian white eyes felt threatened. The pupil-less, glittering, colorful eyes stared at them, and a fan-shaped bright red flame was sprayed out of its mouth. The green eagle

nimbly dodged while constantly provoking.

On the other side, Cedric raised his wand, and groups of hazy mists gathered, the range became wider and wider, the color became darker and darker, and finally formed a dark rain cloud, rising hundreds of feet high.

The rain fell down, extinguishing the sparks from the nose of the blue Swedish short-nosed dragon. It was very annoyed and raised its head to spray blue flames. Its flames were extremely hot and could even burn rocks, but it was only about twenty-three or four feet tall, and even with the flames, it could not reach the rain cloud above its head.

This little bit of rain was nothing, but the rain was getting heavier, making it uncomfortable. The Swedish short-nosed dragon was trying to move its eggs with it, and the iron chain on its feet was creaking.

Collins Foley disappeared at some point, and he grinned, knowing that they had chosen the most appropriate strategy.

Harry swooped down and saw from the corner of his eye that Fleur's group seemed to have problems. Except for Fleur, the other two warriors hesitated to move forward.

Bagman's commentary appeared at the right time: "The warriors of Beauxbatons seem to have a conflict, which really shouldn't happen... Look at Durmstrang, they are casting dark magic from a distance, but this has no other use except to make the dragon more irritable... Oh, no, look at Krum, he cast some magic for himself, reducing his presence, he is approaching quietly, is he trying to snatch the dragon eggs back with his bow legs? He should sit on the broom, Durmstrang's strategy did not play its greatest advantage!"

In the referee's seat, Karkaroff's expression looked very annoyed, "What is he doing? He disturbed Krum."

The skinny witch, the headmaster of Vagado, who was sitting next to him, grinned, and Karkaroff looked at her angrily: "What's so funny, your other two students are just watching!"