HP Hogwarts Chinese exchange students

On November 1994, 11, the first game of the Triwizard Tournament began.

"It's a bet, it's a bet!"

"Would you like to place a bet on who will be the winner today?"

"Krum is a very good fortune teller! Anyone want to place a bet?"

"Ten to one bet on Furong, thank you."

Even though the two of them earned enough money to open three joke shops during the Quidditch World Cup, they are still very interested in making money.

Wuyou couldn't help but tease, "Are you transformed from the Nifflers? You actually like making money so much, hahaha!"

George turned his head and looked at Wuyou and laughed, then said with a grin: "Because our boss lady likes money very much"

Fred accepted the gold coin bet by a student and said with a smile: "Yes, in her words, the more money the better!"

Wuyou sneered and nodded with satisfaction: "So that's how it is. You two are simply God-given golden Pixiu! Not bad, not bad, keep it up!"

George and Fred looked at each other, made a fighting fist gesture, and said to Wuyou with a smile: "Mission accomplished!"

Just as Wuyou was about to say a few words of praise, Hermione suddenly appeared, anxiously grabbed her hand and shouted: "Merlin, why are you still here! Come with me!"

Hermione held Wuyou's hand and said, trying to suppress her sadness: "You know what? If Harry goes on stage later, we don't know if he will be able to come back alive! We have to go see him!"

Hearing Hermione's anxious voice, Wuyou pursed his lips and responded: "I was wrong, you are right, we should go see Harry!"

I was so overwhelmed by the collapse of the plot chain that I overlooked the fear and feelings of the little lions in the Triwizard Tournament.

Hermione dragged Wuyou around and around until they ran to the outside of the warriors' tent.

Just then, she heard someone pacing in the tent, so Hermione whispered to the tent, "Harry? Harry?"

Harry heard it and responded by sticking to the tent: "Hermione? It's me!"

Hermione took a deep breath and comforted him: "You must concentrate on the stage first, after that you just need to..."

Hermione was only halfway through her sentence when Harry added dejectedly: "Dueling with a dragon..."

Hearing this, Hermione finally couldn't help but worry, she opened the tent and hugged Harry. Before Harry could react, he was hugged. Feeling Hermione's concern, Harry raised his hand and patted Hermione's shoulder.

Hermione sniffed and let go of Harry and said, "Oh...Harry, Mavis and I are really worried about you!"

Harry nodded disappointedly: "But I didn't see Maeve today..."

Before he finished speaking, the tent curtain, which had just returned to calm, was lifted up again, and the sunlight outside the tent embraced Wuyou and appeared before his eyes.

Wuyou opened his arms to him and said jokingly: "Luckily I came too, otherwise I would have missed the hug with the savior!"

Harry was surprised and hugged Wuyou with a silly smile. Wuyou patted his back gently, but his touching words were interrupted by a sudden flash of light.

Although Wuyou had prepared herself mentally outside the tent, she couldn't help but frown when she saw Rita Skeeter's cunning smile.

"What a great couple you are... It really makes my blood boil. If anything unexpected happens during today's game, you two will..."

Wuyou let go of Harry, turned to look at her and asked, "What about the two of us?"

When Rita Skeeter saw Wuyou, the expression on her face was obviously stunned.

The love between the savior and the daughter of a Chinese tycoon is definitely a hot topic! She is afraid of Wuyou's identity, but she also wants to make hot headlines.

Wuyou looked at her cunning eyes and realized that she must be weighing her background and her headlines.

Cedric frowned and walked towards Skeeter, and Krum also said, "You have nothing to do here. This is a tent for warriors and their friends!"

Skeeter looked at the tense group, his eyes darkened and he raised his hand indifferently: "It doesn't matter, we already got what we wanted anyway..."

Just then, footsteps were heard outside, followed by voices.

Wuyou heard a familiar voice, it was Professor Dumbledore's voice, and another person, who sounded like Mr. Barty Crouch, an official from the Ministry of Magic.

Then she patted Harry's arm gently, motioning him to relax, and then she smiled and politely said "Come on" to the other warriors in the tent, then took Hermione's hand and walked out of the tent.

Soon, Dumbledore and Barty Crouch entered the tent.

They congratulated the Warriors and told them the rules of the upcoming game:

Each warrior reaches into a bag and grabs a model dragon, which will determine their opponent in the game.

Fleur was first, and she caught a model of a Welsh Green Dragon.

Next came Viktor Krum, who caught a model of the Chinese Fireball Dragon.

Then Cedric Diggory caught the model of the Swedish Short-nosed Dragon.

Finally it was Harry's turn. He was so nervous that he could hardly breathe. He knew what his dragon was, and then he desperately reached into the bag and fumbled out a Hungarian Horntail.

This is the most ferocious of the four dragons! Perhaps I will really lose my arms and legs today...