From Hogwarts to Strixhaven

Dealing with dragons is never an easy task. Even though Harry has learned the eye-sickness spell from Sirius and got advice from Ivy on using a flying broom, he still needs to overcome his fear.

Female dragons that can breathe fire, fly, and incubate eggs have surprisingly bad tempers. Although Harry only took a quick glance at the Forbidden Forest that day, the four adult dragons still left a very deep impression on him.

Fear and tension are like two whips, constantly urging the carriage of time to move forward quickly. Almost in the blink of an eye, time came to November 24th.

This is the day for the first project of the Triwizard Tournament.

The venue was chosen on a vacant lot near the Forbidden Forest next to Heihu. The researchers of the two dragon protection areas took great efforts to make these fire-breathing lizards lose their ability to move, and then they were put into cages and taken away obediently.

Originally, the fire dragon researchers didn't have to work so hard. In their expectation, the temporary nests prepared for the fire dragons could be used as competition venues. They only needed to use magic to build a circle of stands, which would be enough for Hogwarts students and Hogsmeade residents to watch.

But the dragon cave that Professor Victor created with magic was a little beyond their expectations. The deep dragon cave can provide excellent shelter for dragon eggs and mother dragons, but it also makes it more difficult for the warriors to obtain the golden eggs.

Moreover, if the warriors go deep into the dragon cave to get the eggs, the security guards responsible for protecting the warriors' lives will find it difficult to control the development of the situation, because they can't see what is happening in the dragon cave at all.

Therefore, they built the current venue between the Black Lake and the Forbidden Forest.

In the center of the circular stands, there are rocks and gullies set up by magic, and four open-air nests are scattered among them. However, there are only fake dragon eggs carved by researchers with stones. The real fire dragons and dragon eggs, as well as the golden eggs as the mission targets, are not in it.

There are two tents that look inconspicuous under the stands, but there is a different world inside. Thanks to the help of the traceless extension spell, the dragon researchers can stuff four sleeping dragons and their dragon eggs into one tent, while the other tent on the other side of the stands belongs to the warriors, who will decide the order of appearance here and appear after the dragons.

Once the warriors complete the challenge, the dragon researchers will rush in from all directions and escort the dragons back to the tent, while another group of dragon researchers will take the next dragon out and be responsible for setting up the venue and placing the golden eggs.

The four warriors received the notice at lunch, Professor McGonagall led Ivy and Harry, Madam Maxime held Fleur, and Karkaroff took Krum.

The professor and the students parted outside the red and white tent.

"Only warriors can go in..." Professor McGonagall seemed very flustered, as if this was an infectious disease that would infect others through breathing and eyes. "Don't be nervous, keep a cool head... The dragon researchers are watching on the side, they will make sure your lives are not in danger... The situation will be under control... The most important thing is to fully believe in yourself and give full play to your abilities. I know that both of you are great wizards..."

"Professor McGonagall?" Ivy smiled, "Did you just say 'dragon researcher'?"

"Oh! Mr. Doom!" Professor McGonagall shouted with some complaints, because it stands to reason that warriors should not know the existence of dragons before seeing them, "I dare say everyone knows the existence of dragons! Don't joke around at this time!"

"I remember you just said - don't be nervous?" Ivy didn't take the dragon he was going to face seriously at all, and was still teasing Professor McGonagall.

"Yes, I did." Professor McGonagall rolled her eyes, and then looked at the students of her college, "Harry...are you okay?"

"I'm fine." But Harry's voice didn't say that, it was simply from another person.

Professor McGonagall's worried look did not fade, but she could not follow Harry into the warrior tent, so she could only watch him and Ivy walk into the tent.

The Warrior Tent of the Ministry of Magic is no different from the various private tents used in the Quidditch World Cup. Except for the lack of beds, there are many furnitures here.

Ivy picked a sofa that looked more pleasing to the eye and sat on it without hesitation. Harry's bones seemed to grow together, and every step he took forward seemed stiff.

Fleur and Krum followed behind them, one completely lost her former brilliance, and the other was so gloomy that it seemed like water could drip out.

Standing in the middle of the tent was Ludo Bagman, who seemed to wear the Wasps Quidditch uniform on important occasions.

"Great! All four warriors are here!" Bagman opened his arms, as if he wanted to give the warriors a hug to awaken the courage deep in their hearts, but no one paid attention to him.

Even though he was not favored by the Warriors, Bagman did not seem discouraged at all. After all, it was not him who would face the Fire Dragon in the arena.

"Now that everyone is here, it's time to introduce the situation!" Bagman smiled happily. "After the audience gathers, I will pass this cloth bag to each of you in turn. The small models taken out of it are the opponents you will face next. They are not exactly the same... In addition, I have one last thing to tell you... Your mission is to get the golden egg!"

Harry forced a smile on his lips, while Fleur and Krum did not react.

As for Ivy, he took out another wine table from the Destruction Grimoire, this time filled with butter beer.

"Want a drink, friends?" He gently sucked the fine foam floating on the beer glass into his mouth, "Produced by the Three Broomsticks of Hogsmeade."

"Really?" The first to respond was Bagman, who rushed to the wine table and picked up a glass of butter beer with a mellow malt smell. "I still need to be responsible for commentating the game later, and I really need this now!"

Harry and Fleur also came to the wine table, only Krum was indifferent.

"How did you do it..." Ivy heard Fleur ask in a lifeless voice.

"What do you mean?" Ivy was a little confused.

"All... everything..." Fleur's slender fingers held the beer glass, and several knuckles turned white because of too much force. "I still remember your patronus that looked like a fire dragon... and these drinks that you conjured... and... a mind without any fear..."

"I am a wizard, Fleur." Ivy didn't intend to explain in detail. Fleur also hoped to say something to distract her attention from the dragon.

"I am also a witch..." Fleur took a big sip of butter beer, and wiped the foam from the corner of her mouth with the back of her hand in an unbelievable way, "but I can't do anything..."

The sound of the audience entering the tent began to be heard outside. Ivy heard the deans of the four colleges maintaining order, and Professor Flitwick's shrill voice was particularly penetrating.

The crowd whispered excitedly, and various suppressed screams came faintly from the top of the warriors' heads, because the top of the tent was the stands.

Bagman thought the time had come. He put down the glass, took the purple silk bag in front of him, and flexibly untied the rope buckle on it.

"Ladies first." He handed the bag to Fleur.

Fleur's face turned even paler. She took a deep breath and tried to control her shaking arms to put the wine glasses in place. Then she reached out to Bagman's silk bag with her shaking hands.

When her fingers were about to touch the mouth of the bag, she stopped and turned around very firmly.

The men in the tent thought she was going to withdraw from the competition because the expression on her face was so determined, as if she was ready to die.

Before Bagman could persuade her, Fleur leaned over the table full of butter beer and put her arms around Ivy who was sitting behind the table.

"Give me a lucky kiss..."

Before Ivy could hear what Fleur said, she felt two cold and soft things pressed against her mouth. They were Fleur's lips.

After kissing twice and spilling a few glasses of butter beer, Fleur pulled away and resolutely reached into the silk bag.

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Then she reached out and found a small model in her hand. It was the Welsh Green Dragon. There was a number plate tied around the neck of the Green Dragon model - number two.

Furong breathed a sigh of relief. Among all the four fire dragons, the Welsh Green Dragon was undoubtedly the least difficult one, but it was still a fire dragon and an opponent that could not be underestimated. Moreover, for these students who had not yet graduated, no matter which kind of fire dragon it was, it could easily take their lives.

Furong's face began to regain its color, and her pale fingers gradually became rosy and lovely. It seemed that she had drawn enough courage and energy from Ivy through the kiss.

As the party who was attacked, Ivy's feeling was not wonderful. Furong's lips only reminded him of sashimi, so he did not have any charming emotions. However, through this kiss, Ivy also deeply understood how much psychological pressure Furong was under, because the last time she kissed Furong, her hot lips and dexterous tongue left a deep impression on Ivy.

He sighed, waved his wand and swept away the table and the butter beer spilled on the ground.

"Wow--" Bagman's voice of watching the show came late. He shook his head and shook the silk bag in his hand up and down, as if this would make the remaining three dragon models more even.

"Mr. Krum?" Bagman walked up to the Bulgarian national team seeker and motioned him to reach in and take his opponent.

It was a red Chinese Fireball Dragon, with the number three on its neck.

Krum only took a look at the model in his hand, and then stopped moving, but sat on the ground with a dull expression.

"Harry?" Bagman smiled and approached the youngest warrior, holding up the silk bag in his hand.

Harry reached in and took out the silver-blue Swedish Shortnose Dragon model, with the number one on its neck. Harry didn't have any extra feelings about this opponent. He had to try his best to ensure that he would not be buried in the dragon's mouth. The teeth of the Swedish Shortnose Dragon and the Hungarian Horntail would not be too different.

Obviously, Ivy will be the last to appear, and her opponent is a fifty-foot tall Hungarian Horntail.

"Okay! Now you all have it!" Bagman clapped his hands with a smile, "You all know the dragon you will face, and the number on his neck is your order of appearance. Very simple and easy to understand, right? As I said just now, I'm going to explain to the audience... Then Harry, you are the first to appear. As long as you hear the whistle, you should walk out of the tent and enter the venue. Do you understand?"

Harry nodded, preparing to welcome his own destiny.

Bagman walked out of the tent happily, and then he passed back through the sound of the expansion curse increase: "Witches! Witches! Classmates and professors! Welcome to the first competition of the Three Starteers. on site!"

"We call it a dance with the dragon!"

The crowd on the stands whispered, because the silver -blue Swedish short -nasal dragon has begun to snore on the dragon acupoint arranged by the fire dragon research.

Obviously Bagman's voice was a bit noisy to clear his dreams, which made it impatiently spraying a few Mars from his nose.

But these Mars brought great trouble to Researcher, who was responsible for the resettlement of the golden egg. One of them was ordered. It is a quarter of a quarter. Now it can only be called a long shirt of the hole, and it is still the kind of burnt.

"Well ..." Bagman made a very impolite loud voice. The researcher below the fire dragon looked at him angrily. "This one is a short -nasal dragon in Sweden, which can spray blue sparks. Although it is beautiful, the temperature is the temperature Very fatal ""

"Okay! Let me take you to know the referee of the top three hegemony! This is introduced to Hogmod Laibin ... How did Professor Dumbledore say? I think of it. I allow you to open for a few minutes! "

"President Hogwarts, Professor Arbul Dumbledore! President Besbarton, Mrs. Olim Maxim! President Demston, Professor Igor Kakarov! Magic International Cooperation Director, Mr. Lucius Malm!

I don't know who sounded the whistle. The fire dragon researcher in the venue was gone, and the Swedish short nose dragon also woke up.

"Oh! Huolong has woke up! The whistle of the game has also sounded, and we will see the first warrior immediately!" Bagman shouted enthusiastically, and the audience on the stands cheered together.

"He is the youngest one of the four warriors. The seemingly young body is equipped with huge courage. He has no fear of Fire Dragon. He is also the only warrior that spans the age line -Harryli ... Break -!!

Wow wow! It's coming at all times!