HP Magic Biography

alive?

This word seems to be commonplace for everyone.

But Fan Lin knew what this meant to Harry, or what it meant to himself.

See that Hungarian Horntail?

The rocks and melted ground in the field were broken by him. If Harry hadn't reacted fast enough, even with the protection of potions, the rocket crossbow would not have been spared.

Falling from a high altitude and being eaten by a fire dragon seems like a good chance.

Then there are some bad things.

In retrospect, whether it was Fan Lin or Harry, what they experienced was fatal enough.

For example, the basilisk, or those horrible things that Fan Lin saw.

It can be said that every time it enters the season of dying, the lives of the two of them are always on the line.

I think we need to strengthen you in all aspects, Harry. Fan Lin said, At least those spells, you used them really badly.

Harry shrugged.

Several people laughed, and everyone could see that Fan Lin's words were insincere.

But Harry still nodded. It is not difficult to imagine that the first level is the fire dragon, then the second level or the third level...

This easily cost him his life in the Three Witches Fighting Competition.

Come on, Harry, they're going to show your score.

Picking up the golden egg and the rocket crossbow, Harry felt extremely happy, a joy that was unimaginable an hour ago. He bent down to get out of the tent and left quickly. Ron was beside him, and the two talked while walking quickly.

As if Ron had opened the door to a new world, he was very close to describing the performances of the three contestants to Harry in his own language plus...uh...body language.

In fact, the focus is still on Furong. In the eyes of all the little wizards, Furong's performance is the most amazing.

Of course, we can't expect too much from the animal's eyes.

Ron took a deep breath as Ron and Harry reached the fence.

Now the Hungarian horntail dragon has been taken away,

Harry could see the five judges sitting there - at the other end in high chairs draped in gold cloth.

Everyone's out of ten, said Ron, and Harry glanced sideways to see the first judge - Madame Maxime - raise her wand in the air. A long, silver ribbon-like object sprayed out, twisting into a figure 8 in the air.

Not bad! said Ron, and the audience applauded. I see she deducted points from your shoulder injury.

Mr Crouch then scored, firing a number nine into the air.

It's looking good! cried Ron, patting Harry hard on the back.

It was Dumbledore who came down, and he also gave 9 points. The crowd cheered higher than ever.

Luther Bagman got it - 10 points.

10 points? Harry couldn't believe it. But, I'm injured, what is he playing?

Harry, stop complaining! Ron excitedly now that Karkaroff raised his wand. He paused for a moment, then shot the same number - 4.

What? Ron yelled angrily. Only 4 points, you eccentric scumbag, you gave Krum 10 points!

But Harry didn't care at all, even if Karkaroff gave him zero points, he didn't care. The indignation Ron felt for him was worth 100 points in itself, and everyone was cheating. Regarding Karkaroff's identity, This is not difficult to understand.

He didn't tell Ron this, of course, but he was relieved when he turned away from the pen. And it wasn't just Ron, and it wasn't just Gryffindor who was cheering him on in the crowd just now.

On that occasion, when everyone realizes the difficulty he is facing, most of the students are on his side, Cedric also helps him, he doesn't mind Slytherin anymore, he can stand up to any of them now attacked.

Harry! You two, you and Krum, it's a tie! Charlie Weasley hurried up to them as they left to go back to school.

Listen, I gotta run, I gotta get Mam and Owl off, I'm going to tell the police what happened to her - that's unbelievable! Oh yes - they told me to tell you to wait a little longer Min. Bagmon would like to speak to you.

Ron said he could wait, and Harry went back into the tent, which looked very different now: friendly, welcoming. He recalled how he felt when he dodged the dragon, and compared to the long wait before the account was paid, it was a world of difference. The wait was indescribably bad.

Fleur, Cedric and Krum all came.

There was a thick layer of orange paste on one side of Cedric's face, which must have been used to heal his wounds. He grinned when he saw Harry. Good job, Harry.

You too. Harry smiled too.

Well done you all! Luther Bagmon said as he entered the tent, looking as happy as he had crossed a dragon himself.

A few words now. You have a long and good rest before the second mission, which will take place at 9:30 in the morning on February 25th - but we also have something to consider during this time. Test your brains! If you look at the golden eggs in your hands, you will see them cracked, see the chain inside? You have to decipher the hint in the egg - because the hint will tell you the second What is the task, and help you prepare! Are you clear? Are you sure? Well, you can go!

Harry left the tent and was with Ron again. They began to talk animatedly as they walked back around the woods. Harry wanted to listen more carefully to how other warriors completed their tasks.

Then, just as they were rounding the bush where Harry had been hiding when he first heard the dragon cry, a witch popped up behind them.

It was Rita Skeeter.

In fact, Harry has always been very skeptical of Rita's taste, how can she dress so badly, is this the image of a reporter from the Daily Prophet?

Or, the image of Rita?

She was wearing dark green robes today, which looked like a toad lying in a pond, if Neville hadn't been stingy with his terrible potions.

Congratulations, Harry! she said, smiling at Harry. “Can you tell me a few words? How did you feel facing the dragon? How do you feel about the fairness of the scoring now?”

Well, I can have a word with you, said Harry savagely. Goodbye.

He is annoyed by Rita Skeeter, and everyone who has come into contact with him will be like this. Maybe it is right for Fan Lin to leave early, and he can be regarded as a talking point. If Rita Skeeter catches him, Harry can hardly imagine that What kind of face does Lin have.

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