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Chapter 291 The Scarecrow in Dragon Skin

On the afternoon of November 11th, all classes at Hogwarts were suspended.

The students were organized to the temporary site next to the Forbidden Forest, sat in the auditorium, and prepared to watch the start of the first event of the Triwizard Tournament.

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

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

The performance of the other three people was no better than him.

Furong was sitting on a low wooden stool in the corner, she was not as calm as usual, her face was very pale, and she looked sick.

Viktor Krum looked more sullen than usual, which Harry supposed was his way of showing nervousness.Cedric kept pacing up and down, and when Harry entered, Cedric gave him a faint smile.

Harry smiled back at him, but it wasn't that easy.

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

"Okay, it's time for me to introduce the current situation to you." He was the most relaxed person present, "After all the spectators have entered the arena, you need to draw your pick from this bag. I will deal with the type of enemy, ah, by the way, although I can't tell you who the opponent is, but the goal of your first game is to capture the golden egg!"

When he was introducing the rules, thousands 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 even more nervous.

Bagman put the bag in front of Fleur.

"Come on, Miss Delacour, ladies first."

Fleur reached into the cloth bag with a trembling hand 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 surprised expression on their faces.

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

After Hibiscus passed, Harry and the three of them also drew the opponents they were going to face next from the bags respectively.

Looking at the small Hungarian treetop dragon model in his hand, Harry was wondering whether this treetop dragon was a new dragon brought by Charlie and the others.
At that time in the Forbidden Forest, in order to catch up with the meeting with Sirius, he didn't see the scene where Sherlock let Fiddlesticks control the dragon corpse to "resurrect", so he didn't know his opponent. A straw man in a dragon's skin.

The number on the model is the order in which each of them played. Cedric was selected first. When a whistle sounded outside the arena, he walked out with a pale face.

While Harry and the others were smoking the dragon model, Sherlock, with a blood-eyed crow standing on his shoulder, was also in the Forbidden Forest behind the competition venue, looking at the dragon corpses that Charlie had prepared for him.

He looked at the four corpses of the fire dragon that were placed separately in the open space, all of which appeared to be intact and without any flaws, and wondered.

"Your craftsmanship is really good. You can't see that these fire dragons have lost their wings and heads at all from the front."

Charlie rubbed his hands and laughed dryly.

"Our institute has the habit of making dragon specimens, and it's normal to have such skills." Speaking of this, he looked at the crow standing on Sherlock's shoulder with some concern, "However, it is a challenge to be able to pretend to be a dragon." What is the matter, can it really fully express the habits and abilities of the fire dragon?"

For Charlie's question, Sherlock didn't make any excuses for Fiddlesticks, but just asked casually.

"What was the first dragon to appear?"

"Number one is the Swedish Brachysaurus."

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

The next second, the blue Swedish short-nosed dragon that was lying on the ground without making a sound suddenly opened its eyes. It lay on the ground and yawned weakly.

Seeing that it obviously wanted to work but didn't work hard, Sherlock grabbed a small stone and threw it on its head.

"Don't let me be lazy! Be careful, I will sentence you to slow down!"

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

Of course Sherlock also understands that he needs a big stick and a sweet date, and he holds a contract to force him to work every day, so of course he has such an attitude of coping with it.

"You like to eat souls with fear, don't you?" He walked up to the "short-nosed dragon" and whispered in a seductive voice that only the two of them could hear.

Immediately, it looked like a short-nosed dragon on the surface, but it was actually a fire dragon controlled by the tip, and its eyes lit up brightly!
"I'm not a capitalist who only asks you to work and doesn't pay you. As long as you can complete the work assigned to you well, I will still feed you with such a soul from now on."

In fact, Fiddlesticks' trust in Sherlock has not yet reached the point where he believes whatever he says.

But there is always something to look forward to in life, right?
Working while eating and waiting to die is also working, and working with goals and hope is also working, so it's better to do it to make yourself feel better.

Although its tip is a demon that takes pleasure in torturing people, creating fear and finally eating them, you still have to be optimistic.

With hope, the mental outlook of the "short-nosed dragon" changed instantly. He raised his head and roared towards the sky, spewing out a ball of fire from his throat, and then flapped his wings and lifted off towards the competition field. fly away.

Before it came here today, Sherlock had already made it clear to him, just guard the golden egg and use the fire dragon's own ability to stop those little guys.

And Sherlock's death order to it is that it can hurt people, but not too hard. If any student in the middle has an accident, then it will explode its own soul.

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

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

(End of this chapter)