At noon, the students of Hogwarts gathered in the clock square, led by Professor Flitwick, and walked towards the competition venue.

"Minerva took the warriors to the temporary tent first." Flitwick said excitedly.

Felix walked side by side with him, walking slowly in front. The students behind him chattered and discussed excitedly. A wizard shouted, "I heard the roar of a dragon last night."

He turned around and saw the crowd behind him, like a black winding river. They walked out of the castle, crossed the long covered bridge, and went down the ramp.

When passing by the Black Lake, Durmstrang students wearing cloaks walked down from the boat to join the team. When passing by Hagrid's hut, the huge carriage door opened, and seven or eight Beauxbatons students in blue satin school uniforms appeared from the golden steps, as well as Ilvermorny students from the temporary station of the Quidditch field, and the wizards and witches of Vagadu standing by the Forbidden Forest waiting for them.

The uniforms of the four schools added vitality to the monotonous black tide, like colorful fish swimming in the water.

The group walked along the edge of the Forbidden Forest for about twenty minutes. The castle and the lake disappeared. They had already gone beyond the school. The trees and bushes on the right grew sparsely. Going deeper into the Forbidden Forest, it was lush and dense.

He heard the sound of horse hooves. "Is it a centaur?" Felix squinted at the dense Forbidden Forest. A strange-looking horse head poked out. It was a night thestral. When he looked over, it disappeared immediately.

After bypassing another protruding woodland, the view suddenly opened up. It was a temporary circular stand. A simple plank road was stacked on the tall wooden piles, undulating along the terrain. This should be the stand. It surrounded a large circle of the venue.

On the west side was a huge silver tent. Felix glimpsed Ludo Bagman hurried in.

"Everyone, go to the stands in order. Don't crowd." Flitwick stood on a wooden step and said to the crowd that kept approaching. Felix whispered an apology and turned to walk towards the tent.

As soon as he arrived at the door, he smelled the solemn and oppressive atmosphere. Ludo Bagman's cheerful voice seemed so out of place.

"Okay, it's actually very simple. You have to pick out the models inside. Yes, you should know that there are different types of dragons. You have to choose on behalf of your team. Ladies first."

When Felix went in, he saw Bagman standing among the warriors with a smile on his face. He deliberately changed into the old team robes of the Wasps, where he played when he was young, and held a purple silk bag in his hand.

He was surrounded by the captains of the six teams, Victor Graves, Fleur, Krum, Cedric, Nona Lebert and Harry. Among the six people, Harry was the shortest, especially when he stood with the tall witch of Vagado, he looked like a lost child. But today he and his companions had to face the threat of dragons together.

The other team members scattered in the tent, staring at their captain, and the sound of breathing seemed to disappear in this tent.

Fleur took out a small, lifelike model of a Welsh green dragon from the bag with shaking hands, and her face was a little pale for a moment.

Felix's face turned black, it was the fire dragon magic lamp of the "Future World"! Is the Ministry

of Magic so lazy? "Ah~ Madam, you are lucky~" Bagman said. At this time, he heard a low voice sounded in his ear, "Can't you make a set of models yourself..."

He turned around and saw Felix with a bad expression, and hesitantly said: "Felix... That, it was proposed by a young man in the Ministry, to use the cute magic lamp to offset the pressure brought by the real fire dragon, so that the warriors can calm down..."

He patted the green dragon model in Fleur's hand. It immediately moved, baring its teeth and claws, which scared her so much that she threw it in Bagman's face. He picked it up from the ground and handed it to Fleur awkwardly, saying: "Oh, it doesn't work."

Judging from the expressions of everyone in the tent, this performance was simply terrible.

Fleur returned to her teammates with a cold face, and arranged the final tactics in French. Felix glanced at them hurriedly. The two warriors were shaking constantly and didn't hear a word.

Vagadu was in second place. Nona drew the dragon with pearl-like curved scales neatly. It was the Australian white eye, which was recognized as the "most beautiful dragon", but she was not interested in taking a second look. She was eager to discuss the details of this dragon with her teammates.

"It's not very aggressive, likes to eat sheep... Its flame is like magma, very sticky..."

Graves got the Hebridean Islands Black Dragon, which can generally reach 30 feet long when it grows up, and the female black dragon will be even larger.

After that, Krum took out the bright red Chinese fireball. He lowered his hands and leaned against the pillars in the tent, staring at a hole in the tent above his head. His teammates came over and whispered: "Viktor..."

He said with a sullen face: "Proceed as planned." The two teammates nodded silently.

Cedric got the blue Swedish short-nosed dragon, and his face lit up. He walked quickly to Roger Davis and Collins to show them. The three originally solemn faces relaxed to varying degrees. This was one of the choices that they judged to be more suitable for their tactics.

Finally, it was Harry. His expression was not good. He knew what the remaining one was. It was a black Hungarian Horntail, the largest and most ferocious.

The night before, he, Ron and Hermione secretly went to see it under the invisibility cloak. He believed that others did the same. The day when Charlie's dragon trainer team came was no secret. At least in Hagrid's date, he preferred to call it an inappropriate meeting. Madam Maxime brought the warriors of Beauxbatons openly.

In Bagman's expectant expression, Harry woodenly took out the last dragon model, lowered his head and stared at the naive Hungarian Horntail model in his hand. The little dragon spread its wings, revealing its small fangs, and seemed to be smiling. It looked somewhat similar to Bagman in front of him.

But Harry would not be fooled. He had seen what a real Hungarian Horntail looked like. The tail that was supposed to be full of sharp thorns was now very smooth, and the places where the thorns were located had become bronze spots. He subconsciously glanced at Professor Hepp and felt that the design of the Future World Company was a bit outrageous.

Why didn't he notice this before? He wondered.

Harry, Ron, and Hermione gathered together, and he said quickly: "We have to change our strategy."

...

"Okay, you all got it!" Bagman said, "You all drew the dragons you will face. I have to leave you for a while because I have to explain to the audience. When the game starts, someone else will take you in. You will go out when you hear the whistle. Do you understand?"

The others were silent for a while, and Cedric asked a question: "What is our mission? And the order of the game?"

"Task?" Bagman was stunned for a moment. "Oh, uh... didn't I tell you?" He looked at the others in confusion. Everyone in the tent looked at him with murderous eyes. He took out a handkerchief to wipe the sweat from his forehead. "Well, it's my negligence. I should have made it clear at the beginning... It's like this, get the dragon egg through the fire dragon, and escape smoothly at the same time. As for the order of the game... There is no order, all of you, play together."

Harry and the other two looked at each other, looked up and saw Cedric looking at his two teammates meaningfully, and felt a little more confident. At least they practiced according to this countermeasure in classroom 7.

He looked at Professor Hepp on the side, who was staring at the carvings in the tent without any other reaction.

"Why play together? What if we are affected by other teams?" A girl from Beauxbatons said sharply.

"This is also one of the tests," Bagman said cautiously, "You have to learn to keep your eyes and ears open. There will be a distance between each dragon. Theoretically... you have enough space. You will understand when the time comes. So... Harry... can I talk to you alone for a few words? Come outside?" Harry

looked at him puzzled. They left for a while, and Harry came back with a gloomy expression.

"What's going on?" Ron asked.

"I don't know, he seemed to want to help me." Harry said in confusion, "But I refused. We prepared so much..."

At this time, there was only one adult, Felix, left in the tent. The others looked at him curiously. They thought this person would leave with Bagman.

"Let me introduce myself first. I'm Felix Hep, the professor of Runes at Hogwarts." He said calmly, "You don't have to remember my name, you just need to remember my responsibilities. I'm one of the security guards and, of course, the last line of defense."

"While you are competing, there will be dragon trainers from dragon farms and staff from the Ministry of Magic scattered around, ready to provide protection at any time... As for me, I will be hovering over your heads throughout the game, and will only intervene at the most dangerous moment, when you don't have time to call for help."

"Then good luck to you."

Felix walked out of the tent, and there was a lot of noise outside.