Chapter 290 Fire Dragon?

On the parchment, the Australian White Eye, which was emitting colorful glare, was still roaring at everyone.

"They want you to deal with a fire dragon?" Penelope covered her mouth nervously, "How is this possible."

Mike patted Penelope gently to comfort her and motioned her to continue reading.

At this time, more words gradually emerged on the parchment:

Australian White Eye

' has long been known as the most beautiful fire dragon, with pearl-like scales on its body and no pupils in its glittering, colorful eyes.

Australian White Eye is of moderate size, weighing about two to three tons.

It has a gentle temperament, likes to eat sheep, and can spray a very bright red flame. '

Warrior's first stage mission

' seize the golden egg in the fire dragon's nest. '

As this text appeared, the group on the parchment also changed.

A nest appeared next to the dragon, with about five or six eggs in it, most of which were grayish white, but one of them was extremely conspicuous gold.

'Suggested way to pass the level:

1. Use the Eye Disease Spell to make the dragon lose its eyesight.

2. Use Transfiguration to create a sheep to make the dragon walk out of the nest.

3. Use the Flying Spell to steal. '

After the display was completed, a bright red flame suddenly spurted out of the mouth of the Australian white-eyed dragon on the parchment, and then the entire parchment began to spontaneously combust, and eventually turned into nothingness, leaving no ashes.

"This... This shouldn't be a pre-match guide, right?"

Penelope said with a stammer.

She was not a fool. Even if the Triwizard Tournament, which used to have a very high casualty rate, had been reformed, it would not give the players such a detailed "strategy" before the game.

"Of course, I cheated." Mike said as a matter of course, "Cheating is a common practice in the three-way competition, so you don't have to take it to heart."

"Then, how do you plan to deal with this Australian but white-eyed?" Franklin asked cautiously, "That's an adult fire dragon!"

"Yes, Mike." Penelope echoed, "There are three plans on the note, which one do you plan to use?" "

I don't use any of them."

Mike said so, and Franklin on the side showed a black question mark face,

"It's just a fire dragon, it's not as difficult as you think."

Franklin and Penelope looked at each other in silence. This is an adult fire dragon. Whether it is physical fitness or the power of its breath, it is not something that ordinary wizards can contend with. How can you say it so lightly?

But Mike was telling the truth.

He really didn't take a simple fire dragon, or a fire dragon with a restricted range of activities, seriously.

Although he was busy during this period, he still didn't give up his daily meditation and spell practice.

Now, his strength has reached a terrifying level.

According to his rough estimate, if he were to release all restrictions, he should be able to fight Snape to a draw.

But if it was a life-and-death battle, it would be hard to say, after all, there were too many unexpected changes in the battle between wizards.

Compared with the power controlled by wizards, the physical fitness of wizards was so weak that it was numbing.

...

The next morning, when Mike arrived at the auditorium, he became the focus of the crowd again.

Last night was too rushed, and except for the people from Ravenclaw, no one else had time to congratulate Mike.

So now that there was an opportunity, all these people rushed over.

Mike in the crowd had a formal smile on his face, shaking hands with the people over and over again, and thanking them for their congratulations.

At the same time, he also noticed that most of the people who came to congratulate him had a magic badge on their chests.

It can be seen that this badge should be made by students spontaneously, because it is not made too delicately, and only some crude image and text magic is attached to it, so that the images and texts on it can change continuously.

On the badge, the image that was changing was Mike's head, and there was even a line of artistic words underneath, which read: Support Mike Townley. A true warrior of Hogwarts.

"Not bad, right?" Chris from Slytherin smiled and leaned against Mike, "Wait, there's something even better!"

Chris pressed the badge.

Then the image on the badge began to change.

The background color changed from shiny gold to dark green, the head of the character changed to Harry, and finally the text below changed to 'Potter stinks! '.

There were many people surrounding Mike, and except for a few Gryffindor students, the students from the other three colleges all wore this badge.

At this moment, they all pressed the badge on their chests, and then, under the green light, everyone laughed weirdly.

Mike didn't laugh, he just looked at Chris expressionlessly.

Chris's laughter stopped abruptly as Mike stared at him. He explained to Mike awkwardly:

"These are some badges made by our Slytherin. After all, Slytherin is also a part of Hogwarts. Although we don't like you as a warrior, we still have to support you. Then, the students from Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff seemed to like this badge very much, so we gave them some as well."

"That's right! Mike!" A senior Hufflepuff boy said with a flushed face, "We are convinced that you are a warrior! But this villain (he poked the green Harry head on his chest with his finger)! We will never accept it!"

A voice of agreement sounded immediately around him.

Mike shook his head speechlessly.

He was really powerless in the current situation. People would only selectively believe what they wanted to believe. Now even if Mike explained for Harry, others would only think that this was Mike's modesty.

So, Mike could only say sorry to Harry.

Compared to the students' intense reactions, the professors were much calmer.

Mike didn't have many classes today, only two Charms classes and two Muggle Studies classes.

Professor Flitwick didn't react much, he just smiled at Mike throughout the class.

But the middle-aged female professor of the Muggle Studies class was different. She simply praised Mike to the sky, and when she was bragging to the students, she hinted from time to time that the reason why Mike could achieve what he has now was largely due to her good teaching.

This was really too much for Mike to handle. If it was someone else, Mike would have turned hostile on the spot, but facing a professor... Mike could only pray that the class would end early.

Fortunately, God seemed to have heard Mike's prayers. Just as Mike was still trying to suppress his embarrassment and cooperate with the professor's bragging, a panting junior Ravenclaw boy suddenly broke into the Muggle Studies classroom.

"Professor... Professor, they want Townley... Senior Townley to go upstairs now."

"Huh?" The middle-aged female professor glared at the man unhappily, "Who are they?"

"It's... Mr. Bagman." The boy said uncomfortably, "All the warriors have to go. I think they want to take pictures..." The

middle-aged female professor rolled her eyes. As an unappreciated professor of an unappreciated course, she rarely had the chance to brag to others.

And now it seems that today's happy time is about to end, and she can't disobey the orders of the Ministry of Magic officials.

So, ten minutes later, Mike with a smile on his face finally appeared in a small classroom.

"Oh! Oh! He's here! The warrior of Hogwarts!" An old woman with golden curly hair and glasses came to Mike's side, "Come in quickly, Mr. Townley. We are going to start the wand testing ceremony. The other warriors and referees will be here soon." Mike

knew this woman. She was the reporter who had worked with him several times and specialized in writing negative articles - Rita Skeeter.

He calmly avoided the hand that Rita Skeeter extended to him, then nodded slightly at her and said,

"Hello, Ms. Skeeter."

"Hello! Hello! It's my honor to meet you!"

Rita Skeeter said flatteringly, without any embarrassment of being rejected for handshake just now.

The desks and chairs in the classroom had long been piled to the back, leaving a large open space. In the middle of the open space, Ludobackman sat there in a daze, and on the other side of the open space, Viktor Krum was huddled in a corner as usual, not talking to anyone.

"Mike!"

A pleasant female voice came, and Mike looked over and saw Fleur walking towards him with a smile.

"You're finally here!" Fleur shook her head as she spoke, and her long silver hair flashed a dazzling light, "I'm almost suffocating alone!"

After that, she took Mike's arm as if it was a matter of course.

Seeing this, Rita Skeeter's eyes suddenly lit up, and she gestured wildly to the fat cameraman.

The cameraman who was taking pictures of Krum frantically finally reacted and pointed the camera at Mike and Fleur.

"Maybe you can have a chat with Krum." Mike glanced at Rita Skeeter who was so excited that she could hardly control herself, and said slowly, "Look, he looks lonely and pitiful."

"I don't want to!" Fleur hugged Mike's arm and twisted her body. Her two indescribable lumps squeezed on Mike's arm and kept deforming. "That guy can't even speak English. I have nothing to talk to him about!"

Mike was about to reply, but Ludo Buckman, who was in a daze not far away, suddenly stood up.

"He's here! The fourth warrior! Harry Potter!"

Ludo seemed to be quite excited, which made his voice sound a little more trembling.

"Hello, Mr. Ludo." Harry smiled awkwardly, "Hello, Mike."

"Well, don't waste time. We have to check whether your wands are fully functional and in good condition, because in the future competitions, wands may be the only thing you can rely on, hehe." Ludo smiled a little obscenely, "The expert is upstairs with Dumbledore. After the wand inspection is completed, we will take pictures, and then you will need to accept the interview of the reporter. Well, it is this Rita... er... Rita..."

"Rita Skeeter! Mr. Bagman!"

Rita Skeeter gritted her teeth and reminded.

"Okay, Ms. Rita Skeeter!" Ludo waved his hand and led everyone to the stairs, "Let's go, everyone."

Upstairs in this classroom is a bright attic, where a long table covered with velvet tablecloth is placed, and Karkaroff, Maxim, and Mr. Crouch are sitting on it.

At the window of the attic stood Dumbledore and an old man who Mike felt was familiar.

"Please allow me to introduce Mr. Ollivander." Dumbledore returned to the judges' seat alone and sat down. "Mr. Ollivander is one of the few remaining wand masters in Europe. Almost all wizards' wands in the country are made by him."

Ollivander stood up and bowed slightly to everyone.

It was not until then that Mike remembered who he was.

The old man who opened a shabby little shop in Diagon Alley and specialized in selling wands.

"Miss Delacour, you go first, okay?"

Ollivander said, walking to the open space in the middle of the house.

Fleur took a deep breath, shook her hair, and went over to hand her wand to Ollivander.

The wand in Ollivander's hand rotated like a baton, and many pink and golden sparks continued to spray out from the tip of the wand. Then he put the wand in front of him, looked at it carefully, and smelled it again.

"I can't tell who made it, but the craftsmanship is quite good!" he said. "Maple wood, nine inches long, the core is... Oh! Merlin!"

Suddenly, he stopped and looked at Fleur in disbelief.

"The core is Veela's hair, my grandmother's hair."

Fleur said nervously, her eyes unconsciously drifting towards Mike.

With this sentence, she admitted that her grandmother was a Veela, and that she had some Veela blood in her body.

This kind of mixed blood of wizards and magical creatures is much lower than Muggle blood in the traditional pure-blood concept, especially when it is mixed with the blood of Veela, which is usually regarded as inferior creatures by wizards.

It can be said that this is only in France, where the atmosphere is open.

If it was in Ying Country, Fleur would not have a chance to be born at all. Once other wizards knew that her grandmother gave birth to a child mixed with wizards, they would immediately run over and strangle both mother and child to death.

Even in France, her bloodline is still despised by many people.

So now she is very worried that Mike will also hate her because of her bloodline.

Fortunately, there is no disgust on Mike's face. On the contrary, he is now clapping towards Fleur.

"What a wonderful combination! Although I have never used Veela hair as a wand core. I think Veela hair wands are a little... well, too sensitive and willful. But I believe this wand is absolutely the best for you!" Ollivander

blew rainbow farts in his mouth, while stroking the wand with his fingers, checking for scratches and defects.

Then, he whispered: "Orchids are in bloom!"

Everyone heard a muffled sound, and a bouquet of flowers bloomed from the tip of the wand.

"It's in quite good condition! I can see that you cherish it very much." Ollivander handed the bouquet to Fleur, "Come on, beautiful flowers with beautiful ladies! This is a traditional and beautiful combination!"

Ollivander said flowery words, but Fleur completely ignored him.

Fleur snatched the bouquet from Ollivander's hand, turned it back into a wand with a flick of her arm, and then jumped back to Mike's side.