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Chapter 293 Buying Dragon Skin

No matter how much Harry had been despised in the castle before, when the real competition started, he was still a warrior supported by the whole Hogwarts students.

Although Karkaroff was obviously eccentric and deliberately gave him a low score when scoring, but this did not affect Harry's current mood in the slightest.

When he came out of the arena, both Hermione and Ron were waiting for him below.

"You need to go to Madam Pomfrey now, she will heal the wound on your arm."

As soon as we met, Hermione didn't mention what happened in the match just now, but looked at Harry's arm worriedly, and pulled him towards Madam Pomfrey's temporary infirmary next to it.

Ron, who was following them, no longer had the indifference towards Harry before. He was embarrassed and apologized to Harry with a guilty expression.

"I see Harry, whoever threw your name into the Goblet of Fire wanted your life!"

"You finally understand?" Harry's voice was full of resentment, "It's been a long time."

Hermione stood between them nervously, looking here and there again, Ron's face was extremely guilty, and he opened his mouth, as if he wanted to apologize to Harry.

But before he could speak, Harry cut him off.

"It's all right, Ron, forget about it, sooner or later, as long as you understand."

"No, it's my fault." Ron insisted.

Hermione burst into tears watching them, she hugged them both, and cursed in a crying voice.

"You two are so stupid!"

She seemed to be touched by the scene in front of her, crying louder and louder, and ran out of the tent in the infirmary.

Madam Pomfrey had already pulled Harry past him, and she looked disgusted when she saw the wound scratched by the dragon's claw.

"It's the fire dragon again."

She was helping Harry deal with the wound, and Ron was chattering to him about how other people got the golden egg from the fire dragon, and their final score.

After treating the wound, Harry had to go back to the warrior's tent, and Ron was waiting for him outside.

He and Cedric praised each other for doing a good job, but both of them looked a bit embarrassed on the surface. Harry only hurt his arm, and Cedric had a small burn on his face. Mrs. Frey applied a yellow ointment.

Although Fleur and Krum's scores are not high, but from the outside, they are much calmer (Fleur changed a dress privately).

Gathering in the tent again, naturally, to read to them the game time of the next event.

"The second project will start at 2:24 am on February 09 next year. Before that, you can rest for a long time-but we will leave some questions for you to consider!"

Bagman's voice was still as lilting.

"You look down at those golden eggs you hold in your hands and see that they can be opened to see the seam there? You must unlock the clues provided in the eggs - that will tell you what the second item is, and you can Prepare in advance! Are you clear? If there is no problem, you can leave!"

Just when Harry came out of the tent and met Ron, he just looked up and saw a witch in a bright green robe.

It's Rita Skeeter.

Just seeing her, Harry couldn't help showing a look of disgust on his face. Before Skeeter came up, he took Ron and turned away, completely ignoring her greeting.

"I swear, I'll never answer her a word again!" Harry muttered softly.

At the same time as the first competition event ended, Sherlock's work for today was also considered over.

But right now he had other things to do. With a bright smile on his face, he approached Charlie, asking if he could buy a complete dragon corpse from their research institute.

Charlie was entangled by him, with a helpless expression on his face.

"It's not that I don't want to help you, Sherlock, but that there are rules in the institute. We dragon trainers can't make decisions in private for this kind of business. If you really want to buy it, you can go to Romania when you have time, and I will help you." You negotiated with the research institute."

Sherlock's face was still full of unwillingness to give up.

"Can't you use your name to buy this dragon corpse first? Don't worry, I won't lose a penny of the amount it should be."

"This is really not possible." Charlie looked embarrassed, "These four dragons were originally borrowed from the research institute. They died in Hogwarts. Those people in the institute are already very unhappy. Take the corpse back, if you sell it to you right here, the higher-ups will definitely investigate."

Hearing that it would indeed cause trouble for Charlie, Sherlock stopped insisting.

He smacked his lips, watching the four being put into iron cages by the dragon trainers, ready to take away the dragon corpses, with a look of reluctance.

To be honest, this time let Tip cover up a dragon's skin to fool people, let him taste the sweetness.

Fiddlesticks is simply a perfect tool straw man.

After it occupies the body of the fire dragon and has control, it can not only use all the abilities of the fire dragon, but also feel no pain. Even if half of the body is destroyed, it can still continue to fight.

It can be called an emotionless fighting machine.

It's just that these few dragon corpses are not for sale. If you really want to buy them, you have to go to Romania in person to do this business.

Of course, Sherlock didn't have time to leave Hogwarts this semester. He could only watch Charlie and the others leave with regret, and waited for some time before he could settle the matter of the tipper.

After the first project is over, the second project will not start until next year.

During this period, the warriors can naturally relax for a long time, but the study and life in Hogwarts must continue.

Moody made a point of meeting Sherlock after the game.

"Crouch is leaving Hogwarts."

When he spoke, Sherlock frowned.

"Why is he leaving?"

"The time interval between the two projects is too long. As the director of the Ministry of Magic, it is impossible for him to stay in Hogwarts and have nothing to do." Moody said.

Sherlock rubbed his chin, he thought.

"Actually, I'm wondering if we should take a risky move."

Moody looked at Sherlock with his good eye.

"You want to use some special means?"

Sherlock didn't say anything, but that in itself meant that he acquiesced to Moody's words.

Moody's face turned serious.

"I don't suggest you do this, Sherlock. You must first understand that Crouch is not just a high-ranking official of the Ministry of Magic!"

(End of this chapter)