At night, in the Ancient Rune Office.

The golden mist condensed into realistic human figures, floating one by one in front of Felix. Sniff Valen stood on the small square table and reached out to grab the golden shadow.

"Igor Karkaroff, a former Death Eater and Voldemort's betrayer. Suspicious points: sneaked into the hallway and had private contact with the Goblet of Fire - less suspicious;"

"Ludo Bagman, once accused of helping the Death Eaters pass on information. Suspicious points: expressed strong welcome to Harry becoming a warrior - suspicious, but no time to commit the crime;"

For a long time, the Goblet of Fire was in Dumbledore's hands, and if there was a problem, it would not be undetected.

"Barty Crouch, former director of the Law Enforcement Department, had a tough style, but was transferred from a core position due to his son, a Death Eater. Suspicious points: his wife and son died one after another because of this incident, his future was ruined, and the possibility of going to extremes cannot be ruled out; in addition, he was physically weak and had a conflict with Fudge during the World Cup - he was suspicious, but he did not have the time to commit the crime, the same as Bagman;"

"Madame Olympe Maxime, suspected to be a half-giant. During the war years, the giants were once Voldemort's die-hard supporters. Suspicious points: nothing has been discovered yet."

"The information on Uagardo, Ilvermorny, and students from various schools is incomplete and cannot be judged..."

Felix thought silently, until finally, when a figure with fake eyes and scars on his face appeared, he waved his hand and let the golden mist dissipate.

"No matter who did it, one person or a group, their target is Harry, and they want Harry to die. But, isn't it too troublesome? Maybe there is a deeper intention..."

"And has Voldemort resurrected now? Does he want to use Harry as the first sacrifice after his resurrection? To stage a return of the dead? If he resurrected but didn't show up, he could only be recruiting his old subordinates in secret. With Dumbledore's intelligence network, he should be able to find clues... Fortunately, I'm not bad either. It's time to write a letter to some old friends."

He glanced at the improved version of the Marauder's Map, paused on Moody's name for a while, and put it away. "We have to find time to include the locations of the four magic schools."

He came back to his senses and saw the Niffler Valen staring at him. He smiled and patted the Niffler's long beak twice.

Before going to bed, he thought about it carefully, and seemed to have forgotten something... "Oh, right," he waved his hand, and the fireplace lit up with a green flame. Felix muttered softly, "Don't blame me for blocking your fireplace. I disturbed me six or seven times a day, and no one can stand it."

The next morning.

Harry opened his eyes dazedly and was shocked when he saw Ron's appearance-he seemed to have not slept all night, and the shadows under his eyes were even darker than Mr. Crouch's.

"The cat is looking for you." Ron said hoarsely, "It's been scratching the door, so I let it in."

Harry lifted the curtains of the four-poster bed and saw Crookshanks squatting on the cabinet beside the bed. The cat's face, which seemed to be flattened, was staring at him intently, and its tail was sweeping aimlessly, breaking up a stack of magic runes.

"Is there something wrong, Crookshanks?" he asked.

On the cabinet, the ginger cat stretched out a paw, pointed outside, and let out a creepy howl, and Seamus, who was sleeping soundly beside him, turned over.

Harry and Ron looked at each other, and Harry asked tentatively, "You want me to go outside? Is it...Hermione wants to see me?"

Crookshanks' yellow eyes showed an approving look.

So Harry changed out of his pajamas. While getting dressed, he took a moment to look out the window. It was pitch black outside, probably only four or five o'clock. He couldn't help but yawn.

He went to bed very late yesterday, and was woken up early today. He didn't sleep for a few hours at all.

In the common room, Harry and Ron saw Hermione waiting outside furtively. She covered herself tightly and wrapped her head with a scarf like the one worn by Beauxbatons students.

The last time Harry saw a similar outfit was when Hermione accidentally took a polyjuice potion with cat hair. During the recovery period, the partial human body transformation technique was used to cover the hair on the face. It is said that this magical spell is used by vampires to hide their fangs.

"Hermione, what's going on... and Ron, I've been wanting to ask you for a long time, didn't you all sleep all night?"

"I can't sleep - oh, don't ask yet, Sirius is here." Hermione said anxiously, her voice was strange, as if she had a piece of candy in her mouth.

"Who?" Harry woke up all of a sudden.

Outside the door of the Gryffindor common room, Sirius was chatting with the portrait of the Fat Lady. The Fat Lady was in high spirits, reciting the lines in a deliberately low dramatic voice -

"The little boy with a bruised face - returning under the cover of night - hard training in secret - ah~ finally becoming a fearless warrior -"

Sirius frowned, feeling more and more irritated. What the hell is this singing!

"Can't you just let me in?" He asked for the fifth time without giving up.

"Oh, no," the Fat Lady stopped and said solemnly, "I have professional ethics. You are neither a student nor a professor. You are not allowed to enter even with a password..."

The door opened from the inside, her portrait was turned aside, and Harry, Ron and Hermione walked out.

"Sirius, why are you here? Hermione told me, but I didn't quite believe it!" Harry asked in surprise.

"Otherwise, how could I sit still when such a big thing happened? You should have informed me as soon as possible. Two-way mirrors are used at this time." Sirius said unhappily. He looked at the two people behind Harry, "So, the three-person team has officially been recognized? Have you thought of a name for your group?"

Ron glanced at him and said nothing.

Harry stared at his outspoken godfather, and Sirius immediately raised his hands in surrender, "Okay, it was an unintentional mistake - you should know how I feel now."

"Did Professor Happ tell you, Mr. Black?" Hermione asked sharply, still speaking in that strange way, and Harry looked at her strangely. .

"Call me Sirius - yes, the books in the old house are more or less useful." Sirius said with a smile, he put his arm around Harry, "Let's find an empty classroom and have a good chat. You guys come over too. After all, we are on the same boat now..."

"I hate that statement." Harry muttered.

Sirius grinned and stretched out his hand to ruffle Harry's messy hair.

They found an empty classroom and each told the information they knew. Harry and the others learned more useful information, such as when Karkaroff was still a Death Eater, he was caught by Moody, but he escaped the punishment of the Ministry of Magic by giving out a list of Death Eaters. More than a decade later, he became the headmaster of Durmstrang.

"We finally know why Karkaroff is so afraid and hates Professor Moody." Harry said, he looked at Ron, they had discussed this topic before, Ron responded absentmindedly.

When Harry mentioned that the first project was related to dragons, Sirius stood up and walked back and forth in the empty classroom.

"How can I let you deal with such a thing!" he shouted.

Harry had to admit that except for the conversation he and Sirius had when they saw the dragon magic lamp at the light show, he had not seriously considered how to face a dragon. He was more worried about Hogwarts not getting the trophy last night, and was also worried about the cold reception they might suffer, but he didn't think about how to save his life in public, in the claws and flames of the dragon.

"Maybe more than one." Sirius said, "Don't forget, you are competing in groups, the difficulty is definitely higher than in previous years - of course, the difficulty I'm talking about is not your level, but the level of those warriors in the past."

Harry found that Ron began to shake rhythmically again. He mustered up his courage and said, "We are not far behind. Hermione defeated a student of Ilvermorny - the one named Victor. He was the first warrior to be selected. Normally, the more qualified the warriors are, the earlier they will be selected, right?"

Sirius looked at Hermione. Hermione had wrapped her head so that her expression could not be seen.

"I, uh, I..." She stuttered through the scarf.

"It seems that you are not mentally prepared yet." Sirius pointed out sharply.

Harry opened his mouth and found helplessly that what his godfather said was right. None of them were ready. He couldn't help but wonder, would other warriors - such as Cedric, also be worried and unable to sleep? Or would they be excited about the news of the dragon?

In order to make himself look more positive, he asked, "How can we defeat a dragon?"

"Defeat a dragon?" Sirius repeated.

"Right... We talked about it last time, didn't we? At the Quidditch World Cup Light Show," Harry said in a relaxed tone, "You said you could use the Eye Blight Curse. Good idea. Maybe we can use this spell, but it's better to aim more accurately..."

Sirius stared and said, "Your tone doesn't sound like you're facing a 5X-level dangerous creature that can burn you to ashes in one breath, but a Niffler or something. In your impression, is the result of failure just to lose the coins in your pocket?"

"Burn to ashes?" Ron said tremblingly.

"Yeah, the fire spewed by the dragon is not ordinary. The Shield Charm may not be able to prevent it. Moreover, as long as the tail comes down, it can smash you and your magic shield into a pulp... If there is no good way, your wand is no more useful than a toothpick."

...

At the dining table in the hall, Sirius and Harry had breakfast together. Several people had no appetite. In addition to having to consider the problem of the dragon, they also had to face the strange eyes and pointing of others.

"Ignore them, they only say sour words." Sirius said, "If you really can't swallow this breath, I suggest you find someone you despise the most and have a fight with him."

Hermione glared at him. During the meal, she finally took off her headscarf, and they saw clearly that she had a row of blisters on her mouth.

"I thought you were the calmest of the three, but I didn't expect..." Sirius looked at her and said.

"It has nothing to do with being calm or not, I'm just worried... Ouch!" Hermione covered her mouth, and she never dared to speak loudly again after that.

"You'd better go to the school hospital." Harry said.

Hermione snorted twice.

...

"There's nothing to worry about." Felix said, and in front of him stood the six warriors of Hogwarts.

That evening, he gathered the six people in classroom 7 for targeted guidance.

"Since you are tied together, it is definitely not for losing. Think about it carefully, you have a lot of advantages."

"Advantages?"

Felix waved his wand, and the silver-white smoke behind him gathered towards them, and soon it became pitch dark. They had been staying in Classroom 7 these days, and were not unfamiliar with the changes.

They waited quietly, and after a moment, the fog in front of them gradually dissipated, and they found themselves standing on a hillside, with soft brown soil under their feet. The thick fog in the distance had not yet dissipated, and they could vaguely see green peaks and black rock walls, and they found themselves in the mountains.     A

black shadow passed low over their heads and flew into the depths of the thick fog. "Where is this?"     Collins Foley pursed his lips and asked. One thing that the students participating in the selection recognized was that, except for Professor Hepp's inexplicable ugly creatures, most of the remaining scenes were close to reality and could be traced.     She squatted down, put her hand into the soft soil, and grabbed a handful of grass leaves. This feeling was very real.     "Romanian Fire Dragon Reserve." Felix said softly, "Thanks to Mr. Bagman, who accidentally leaked the secret and made me feel relieved. I hope he won't be questioned by his superiors when he returns."     Hermione asked first, "So the fire dragons in the project we are going to challenge are all from the Fire Dragon Reserve?"     "Yes," Felix said, "I have been in the reserve for several days and have a certain understanding of various types of fire dragons... This is your first advantage."     The six people were shaken for a while. Harry raised his head and looked around. Looking around, huge fire dragons flew across the sky.     "I think I heard a human voice?" Cedric said hesitantly.     "Let's go down and take a look." Felix said with a smile. They walked down the hillside and saw a group of people fighting against a wounded Romanian long-horned dragon. Half of its wings had a big hole and it was bloody, but it was still very cautious. The dark green scales on its neck expanded outwards, like a small green shield inserted, and its long golden horns were always aimed at the person it thought was the most threatening.     "Be careful, it's going to spit fire - Charlie, use a Stunning Spell!" a wizard shouted.     Ron's eyes suddenly widened, pointing at a man and shouting, "That's Charlie, my brother! He's in Romania! Oh, my God!" He watched Charlie take the lead and give orders, and seven or eight people recited the Stunning Spell together. After a series of dense and dazzling red lights, the tall body of the fire dragon fell heavily to the ground.     They felt the ground beneath their feet tremble, and they all swallowed their saliva.

Felix said, "You can get closer and take a look." As he spoke, time in this area seemed to freeze, and the dragons and dragon trainers were motionless. They walked closer and looked at the dragon that was overturned on the ground. They couldn't help but smack their lips. It was too big, at least six or seven times longer than the tallest of them, Cedric and Roger Davis.

The only consolation was that the dragon's tail occupied one-third of its body length.

"Long-horned dragons like to use their horns to kill their prey before roasting it, and then use their claws to drag it back to their nests. Occasionally, they use their horns to string or their tails to roll up their prey." Felix introduced.

Harry looked at the two golden long horns on the top of the dragon's head. He had no doubt that they could pierce any prey in sight. He imagined the scene of himself hanging on it and couldn't help grinning.

The six people followed Professor Hepp forward with their minds full of thoughts, and unknowingly came to a camp. There were more people here, and they all ignored them. Felix introduced: "This is the scene I saw when I first came here. Behind the camp is a paddock surrounded by fireproof materials. There are several fire dragons in it. I have dealt with them all. One of them is particularly interesting..."

"Professor Hepp, are we just going to watch?" Cedric asked, "I mean, you should want us to fight with the fire dragons to gain experience?"

"That's the last step." Felix said, "First of all, you have to dispel your fear of dragons. What is the best way to eliminate fear? You should have some experience... You have to

understand them first. Headmaster Dumbledore has found a teacher for you. He has much more knowledge about fire dragons than I do."

As they were talking, the curtain of a tent in front of them was lifted, and two identical old men walked out.

"Mr. Scamander, what do you think?" Felix asked politely.

"Interesting, very interesting... It's eye-opening." The two old men said in unison, they looked at each other and smiled.