Fail Demon King

Leigh was finally irritated by Tom's unreasonable behavior. He stood by his bed and looked at the haughty tall boy in front of the fireplace unwillingly. "The bonus is a thousand galleons! Even if you are a prefect Right to stop anyone from throwing their names into the Goblet of Fire, and it's not up to you whether they get chosen—"

"Oh," Tom suddenly interrupted Billy's indignant protest, "Goblet of Fire?" He tilted his head and smiled hypocritically, "I think you mean the wooden goblet that selects warriors, don't you?" ?”

"That's right," Billy said sternly, "so the selection was actually about the cup—"

"But I think it's weird." Tom interrupted Billy relentlessly again, his eyes fixed on Billy, and his thin lips twisted convulsively.Then, raising his voice a little, he drawled, "I'm surprised no one ever mentioned the name of that cup—"

The burning stove in the dormitory was crackling, and Billy swallowed with difficulty, watching Tom folded his arms and walked to him step by step.

"So, Billy, can you explain," he said slowly and softly, "how on earth did you know that the cup was called the Goblet of Fire?"

Because he signed up for the Triwizard Tournament in the 21st century!There was no age limit for that tournament -- although the damn cup did not pick him.

But of course he couldn't answer Tom so directly.Thanks to Merlin, Billy finally reacted very quickly, and he asked smoothly and tactfully, "You still know it's a wooden goblet, Tom, how did you know?"

Tom raised his eyebrows very conceitedly: "There is nothing in Hogwarts that I don't know." He took another step closer to Billy, and the black-haired boy's voice was full of threats, "Now, tell the truth."

"Luc..." Billy paused, and suddenly coughed dryly, as if he had a cold. He blinked, "Lucretia told me."

The dark lake water was flowing heavily outside the window, and there was no sound at all in the room.Billy could almost hear the regular ticking of an old pocket watch they kept next to the bed, and the slight snoring of wizard chess on the table.Nagini was trying to climb up Tom's bedpost, and as she got bigger and bigger, it was obviously getting harder and harder to do so.The little snake was obviously startled by the conversation between Tom and Billy. She had just coiled more than half of her body towards the bedpost, when she suddenly loosened her tail and slid down from it again.

Billy looked at Tom as naturally and quietly as possible, but the look on his roommate's face was disturbingly unfathomable.This made Billy feel that Tom's gaze had turned him into a stupid field mouse, entangled in snakes, and struggling uselessly to his death.

If the snake tightened up a little more, the field mouse would have to tell the whole story!However--

"Come on," Tom said flatly, after a while, finally letting go of his arms that had been clasped to his chest, "don't use Black as a cover. But this time," he gave Billy a warning look, "just use Black as a cover." I trust you."

—Tom let him go?It's incredible!

Billy secretly breathed a sigh of relief, his shoulders slumped, and he sat down on his bed: "So... now we can talk about the registration again?"

However, Tom still only had one succinct sentence: "Don't go." He blinked slowly, "Don't make me say it a third time."

Billy decided to make a final fight before giving up completely. He squeezed out the words: "...The Ministry of Magic has been planning for so long, and the competition will be held under the premise of ensuring the safety of all students. Seriously, Tom, You don't have to worry about my accident..."

"Worried about your accident?" repeated Tom with interest, as if he were chewing on the words.From his expression, he seemed to be quite satisfied with Billy's words, but he didn't say that at all, "You are an accident, Billy Stubbs, I don't see any Why worry about you."

With Merlin on top, Billy felt Tom getting closer and closer to him.His usually grumpy roommate was actually smiling, and that handsome face had a strangely tingly blush.The familiar black eyes of Billy were not as bright as usual, they seemed foggy at close range, but they shone with a deeper and more bewitching light.

Billy leaned back and would have collapsed on the bed if it wasn't for the support on his elbows.He stared wide-eyed in disbelief as Tom leaned forward, feeling his heart beat like a drum, and—

Billy coughed violently!

When he opened his mouth to speak, Billy realized that his voice was unbearably dry: "...It doesn't sound like you are praising me."

His coughing and words seemed to have awakened Tom suddenly, and in a split second, the dark-haired boy's face returned to his usual paleness, and at the same time, his usual calm and self-possession was restored.

Tom straightened up quickly, and turned to lower the dark green hangings on his four-poster bed.Billy couldn't see his expression, but could only hear his voice—so calm as if everything just now was just Billy's illusion: "Of course I'm not complimenting you."

Billy sat up in bed in great embarrassment. He found the long-handled charcoal stove that the house-elf had kept under the covers to warm the bed—what a night it would have been, with the wind blowing outside and the room It is as warm as spring.Only then did Merlin know what had ruined it all.

He tentatively asked Tom who was about to put on his pajamas: "Are we going to sleep?"

"otherwise?"

"Then sign up—"

"Shut up." Tom turned his head angrily, his long eyelashes fluttering rapidly, but he stopped for a moment, as if thinking about something else.From this angle, Billy could clearly see several lines appearing on his forehead.

"Never mind," said Tom, slowly at last, "the other two schools won't arrive in three or two weeks' time. Let's wait until then."

The arrival of Beauxbatons and Durmstrang was the real first wave of the Triwizard Tournament.No one was at all interested in Principal Dippett's dry welcome speech, and all the students seemed extremely excited and therefore a little busy--if nothing else, just the romantic and charming French girls in Beauxbatons, and Handsome teenagers with beautiful curly hair make a lot of people feel dizzy.

"...my father has always wanted me to marry a girl from their school, Edra House 1," Billy heard a senior boy at the long Slytherin table whisper to his friend next to him. , I don't think it's such a bad idea."

The opposite of the warm and warm climate in the south of France is Durmstrang from the north. They can't help but think of those ancient and hard stone buildings.When the dozen or so students took off their fur cloaks and sat down at the long Slytherin table, a stiff and icy atmosphere almost turned the milk pudding on the table into ice cream.

Billy saw Lucretia across the long table, not far away.The Blake girl smiled at him with the corners of her mouth upturned, and then gave him a sullen wink in one direction.Billy followed her gaze and took a sharp breath: "Merlin—"

Tom, who was sitting beside him, blinked: "What?"

Billy flashed behind Tom, wishing that Tom had gained eighty pounds so that he would be completely out of the way: "Look—" he whispered, reaching low to the southwest of the long table. Jiao pointed, "Merlin's! I really didn't expect him to come too..."

Tom glanced that way, then slowly raised the corners of his mouth, and said gloatingly, "It's been two years since he's grown in size again."

"Yeah, that red robe makes him look like he's been hit by a color-changing spell invented by Harold," Billy squinted his eyes sadly, as if feeling horrible, "—you saw Harold in the OWLs last year?" How I deformed those giant slime worms in the exam... I'll never forget that scene," Billy murmured, "It's so chilling - our old friends don't really look like those slime worms too exploded?"

Tom twisted his lips and smiled. "If he eats that whole plate of Provençal risotto, he really might."

The Slytherin prefect leaned over slightly, and glanced at the corner of the table again, but Billy pulled his sleeves suddenly - he almost buried his head behind Tom's neck: "Don't move! You're about to Can't stop me."

"As a matter of fact," said Tom sarcastically, "he's already seen you."

"..."

"I think he's really going to explode now. Where are you going?" Tom lazily glanced at Billy who stood up abruptly. "After dinner is the opening ceremony of the Triwizard Tournament. The Ministry of Magic and Dippet There will probably be a few more scenes, and then they will have to mention the registration process that you have been thinking about—" He sneered mockingly, "and the precautions."

"Huh?" Billy looked at him suspiciously. "You agree to my registration?" He nodded. "That's really great, Tom, you can tell me the precautions when you come back. The first question now is," Billy resolutely gave up the tempting exotic dishes just served, and he tried his best not to meet the big guy sitting at the corner of the table, "I have to make sure I can live long enough to throw my name into the Goblet of Fire." a moment."

"I know it's your instinct to seek advantages and avoid disadvantages, Billy," Tom sneered. "Of course, this is one of the qualities we Slytherins are proud of. But you don't have to go so hastily—you Do you need a prefect's escort?"

"Thank you, but no need." Billy gave him a bitter look, and now he was sure that Tom was gloating. "I still know the way back to the Slytherin common room." He coughed twice and pretended to tidy up. He touched the neckline and sleeves of the robe, then took a big step quite calmly, and walked out of the hall.

However, his back seemed to be hit by a burning curse, and it was always disturbing.

Without even thinking about it, Billy knew who that burning look was coming from.

— Sewell Pruvitt.

During the summer vacation of the fourth grade two years ago, at the Malfoy family's Hanjin Manor, Lucretia invited him this inexplicable "rival in love".Now, the great trouble has returned from far and cold Durmstrang.

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The author has something to say: 1. ADELA: The meaning is "noble and elegant".One of Beauxbaton's colleges, it recruits more pure-blood wizards.Anyone who is of pure blood and has a good manners can study in this college (similar to Slytherin).More girls are recruited, the color of the college is silver, and the slogan of the college is "Cultivate the most cultivated wizards.

--Baidu Encyclopedia

PS: JQ will definitely have it~~~ Please believe me T_T

Jar will go to the evil English test tomorrow, probably won't show up tonight T_T

I wish you all a happy reading~O(n_n)O

43 A cluster of blue and white flames

The next day was a Saturday.

Billy was glad that he left early at the dinner yesterday and was not stopped by Pruvitt, for which it was worth giving up no matter how many delicacies he had.The old acquaintance looked at Billy as if he was going to make a portrait of him first, then knead him into a jam, and finally stuff him into the visor of any armor in the hallway.

Billy didn't want Pruvitt to get his way.

The news that Tom brought back was that the Goblet of Fire was placed in the hall, and the registration time was 24 hours.He seemed to have figured it out, and after an early breakfast on Saturday, he walked down the hall with Billy indifferently.

"Go sign up, just throw your name into the Goblet of Fire," he put his hands in the pockets of his robes, and said flatly, "I wish you success, Billy."

—Tom's change of attitude made things a little suspicious.

"You look as if my name would make the Goblet of Fire vomit," Billy looked at him warily. "Don't be too confident, Tom, there's no reason why I can't be chosen. By the way, I have to go back to the dormitory , when I came out for breakfast, I left the parchment with my name on it on the table."

Tom smiled at him: "No."

They were already in the foyer, where there were a dozen people standing there, even a few Slytherins who never got up early on weekends.Everyone looked at the goblet with blue and white flames with curious expressions on their faces. Billy noticed that several people were holding a small corner of parchment in their hands.

Billy heard a "crack" coming from beside him, and he turned his head to find that Tom had taken out his little black-covered diary out of nowhere, and ripped two sheets of paper from it without much pity.Then he took out the Tufts quill that Billy had given him, put the paper in the palm of his hand, and wrote two names neatly——Tom Riddle can't help curling his lips) and Billy Stubbs.

Billy froze for a moment. He hadn't thought Tom was going to compete either - he'd always thought his proud roommate wasn't interested.

"Good morning, Billy." At some point, Lucretia floated over like a ghost and stood beside Billy, "Are you here to sign up?"

"Morning...good morning." Billy was taken aback by her sudden appearance, but he was still very happy to see her, "Are you here to sign up too?"

"I don't intend to," Lucretia said darkly. "All Durmstrang's students are already registered. I don't want my name and Pruvitt's name in the same container."

"..."

"They've come up with something new this year with a good sense of humor - it's not easy for the Ministry of Magic. Half an hour ago, Harold threw his name in, and it took less than ten seconds for the cup to be sprayed came out—he forgot to write his name on the parchment, and threw in a blank sheet of paper—with a mean line written by the cup itself. I hate to admit to the gran Fendor almost fainted from laughing." Lucretia frowned, and she glanced at Tom who strode over to throw his name into the Goblet of Fire, "Thanks Merlin, you and Riddle will probably never give Slater Lin is ashamed."

Billy touched his nose, and Tom had come back leisurely.He seemed in a good mood, and gave Billy a condescending, lazy smile that made a tall Ravenclaw girl standing next to them flush all of a sudden.

Billy watched Tom put the diary back into his pocket, and suddenly felt something flash through his mind-for some reason, he suddenly found that this diary that Tom had used for a long time was surprisingly familiar.

Before Billy could catch the thought, however, his attention was drawn to a small startled breath from the crowd.

The burning blue-white flames in the Goblet of Fire seemed to stop suddenly, and then they began to burn up and down, making an abnormal hissing sound, like a violent rattlesnake.

Billy's heart skipped a beat—Merlin, couldn't it really be his name that made the Goblet of Fire vomit?

In the next second, with the first "hoo", a half-burnt piece of paper flew out of the cup. Tom stretched out his hand and easily intercepted it in mid-air.

There were a lot of people peering in this direction, and there was a buzzing, insect-like whispering in the hall.

Tom unfolded the note, and Billy and Lucretia leaned over at the same time, wide-eyed.The girl from the Black family frowned suddenly, and turned her head to stare at the Goblet of Fire: "...Is this cup crazy? Or did someone secretly pour vomiting agent into it last night?" She looked at Billy suspiciously, and lowered her voice. , trying not to be heard by the prickly-eared Ravenclaw girl next to her, "It spit out your note - but you just wrote your name nicely! Why?"

"...Me too..." Billy breathed out dryly, he couldn't take his eyes off the note since he saw the note, "I don't know either."

Tom pursed his lips and wrinkled his brow.No one but Billy could see that he was silently smiling.

—Billy lied to Lucretia.

In addition to Tom's graceful handwriting "Billy Stubbs" on the note, there was a crooked line: "Dear Mr. Stubbs, I sincerely apologize for your soul The defect does not meet the requirements for hegemony, so it is impossible to register. Thank you for your participation, please try again next time."

Lucretia walked away doubtful and sullen, announcing that she was "writing to the Headmaster - that's an injustice to Slytherin", apparently unable to see anything on the note other than Billy's name.Billy guessed that was why Tom used the Tufts quill: unless the writer wanted you to see his handwriting, all you could see was a blank space.

Since the Goblet of Fire used the ink from the quill, Billy's last dignity was finally preserved.As to why Tom could see it too—it was no surprise, the cunning black-haired boy was the first to write on paper.

Billy, who looked unwilling, was dragged away by Tom.

"Come on, come on," Tom said, looking at the top of Billy's dark chestnut head--where a thick, hopeless resentment was wafting--with an uncontrollable smile in his dark eyes, though his tone was still That's an understatement, "You look like you're trying to put an Explosive Charm on that glass. Restrain it, Billy, it's innocent, it's just doing its job."

"Damn conscientious! I didn't mean to put a spell on it," Billy whined wistfully, rubbing the tip of his sweaty nose, "I just wanted to smack it... really, you said it was Didn't you get possessed by the sorting hat in our school who likes to make jokes?"

"I don't know." Tom sneered, "But I guess it is very likely that it had a secret conversation with Madam Pomfrey last night."

"..."

"Look at the road—go this way."

"Where are we going?" Billy followed Tom underground. "This seems to be the way to the house-elf kitchen."

Without looking back, Tom said naturally, "That's where we're going."

Billy was almost stunned: "You...where are you going?" He hesitated, "How about I go to the library with you?"

Tom squinted at him. "I don't see why you and I have to go to the library when you and Blake can go to the house-elf kitchen every day."

Billy touched his nose embarrassingly: "You know I don't mean that."

"That's good." Tom raised his jaw. "Come on. You can eat two more boxes of pumpkin pie."

Billy choked: "...I'm not Pruvitt." He paused, still feeling that Tom's attitude was not quite right, so he asked tentatively, "Seriously, aren't you going to comfort me with pumpkin pie? Miserably failed to sign up?"

Tom was silent, he walked quickly.

"Actually, I'm fine," Billy struggled to catch up with his roommate's long legs. Facing this kind of somewhat awkward kindness, he suddenly felt much better. "At least you put your name in it." , isn’t it? Look, I don’t think there will be any other Hogwarts warriors except you.” He shrugged, “If I knew you were going to sign up from the beginning, I probably wouldn’t be so active, anyway. The bonus of [-] Galleons is the same for you and me."

Tom looked over at Billy, who squinted his eyes and asked, "You—you really think so?"

"It's not fake at all."

"I thought—" Tom paused slightly, pursing his lips.

"You don't think I'm going to be angry and jealous of you?" Billy laughed. "Man, we've lived in the same room for so many years."

"Of course not," said Tom softly, with a quick laugh.Standing beside him, Billy could only see his perfectly lined profile and the corners of his mouth, but even so, he could be sure that it was a genuine smile.

But Tom's next words were not so pleasant: "So you bet in the audience honestly, Billy." He blinked and said slowly, "Actually, you almost guessed the reason why I decided to sign up. "

"……what?"

Tom folded his arms, and smiled that terribly nasty smile again: "—to make sure that even if you signed up, you wouldn't get selected."

"..."

Billy took a deep breath, and it suddenly occurred to him that maybe he didn't end up being separated from his body--or even from any other reason--but because of Tom's anger.

There was a wrinkle in the hallway carpet, and Billy stumbled and stumbled, dizzy and short of breath, but a hand reached out to catch him just in time.

On the night of this day, the suspenseful answer to the selection of the warriors is finally about to be revealed.

After a lazy afternoon in the house-elf kitchen, Billy lost his appetite looking at the delicacies on the golden plates. He simply put down the knife and fork after picking a token black caviar.

Tom glanced at him and said disapprovingly, "You ate too many pumpkin pies without restraint this afternoon."

Billy retorted, "Really? Look at the borscht in front of you and tell me, Tom."

Uncharacteristically, Tom didn't seem in the mood for an argument today.He just glanced at Billy briefly, then put down the cutlery too.

In fact, no one ate much, and today the house-elves were wasting their time preparing a fancy dinner.Soon, the gold plate was spotless again, and everyone turned their heads to stare at Dippet in the center of the staff table.The hall was full of small voices buzzing, the frail old wizard seemed to finally be unable to bear those eager gazes, he cleared his throat weakly, and stood up.

The candles in the hall were extinguished.In the pitch blackness, the Goblet of Fire kept bursting out with blue and white sparks, the light was extremely dazzling.A tongue of flame burst out from the mouth of the cup, and then a piece of burnt parchment spewed out from the red flame——

"Okay, be quiet—" Old Dippet said. In fact, the entire auditorium had never been so silent when he was speaking. He paused and coughed twice as if he was not used to it. , the Goblet of Fire has made a decision. The champion of Durmstrang...is Xavier Pruvitt!"

The first warrior is born!Billy had to raise his voice amidst an explosion of applause to make sure Tom could hear him: "...he can represent Durmstrang? Just remembered, he's English!"

"But he went to school in Durmstrang," replied Tom nonchalantly, "and you haven't always been dogmatic about his Viking blood?"

A second parchment flew out shortly after Pruvitt walked across the long table and into the next room.Beauxbaton's champion is Baptiste Lamarque.Dippet said the name, and then a handsome curly-haired boy stood up, he blew a kiss to everyone, and then straightened his back and walked into the next room.

"Finally," Dippet cleared his throat again, and the auditorium fell into an eerie silence. The eyes of the Hogwarts students seemed to be hotter than the flames in the Goblet of Fire, "The Hogwarts warriors are— —”

Billy turned to look at Tom, and met Tom's gaze.In the dark auditorium, Tom's eyes were like the bright stars on the transparent ceiling.The dark-haired teenager grinned at Billy with a smug smile.

Old Dippet spoke, and Billy had never heard him speak so clearly and forcefully in all these years: "—Tom Riddle."

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I wish you all a happy reading~O(n_n)O

44 A corny project

After Ollivander's wand check, reporters from the Daily Prophet began frequenting Hogwarts.A Scottish Witch Power Association came to protest, thinking that the game should be suspended to re-evaluate the fairness of the Goblet of Fire-because none of the three warriors was a girl.

Hogwarts has become more lively than usual - this is really an extra special year.Discussions among students about the Triwizard Tournament changed every day: horror, romance, whimsy abounded.

Lucretia is going crazy.

"I hope Cope from Hufflepuff will give me those outrageous fake news again, such as the first project is to let these three warriors have a relationship with a female vampire or something..." One day in During breakfast in the Great Hall, she couldn't bear it and said to Billy, "It's clear that members of the Hogwarts Girls' News Society should be cleansed."

Billy didn't know, so: "—Girls News Association?"

Lucretia didn't answer him, however, and a fifth-year Ravenclaw girl called her away in a hurry.

The Warriors are laid-back and confident on the surface.Pruvitt used his thick wand as a cane every day, walking steadily up and down the castle, chasing Lucretia (Billy had to start dodging both of them at the same time, lest she be pulled by Lucretia again) To block arrows); Lamarck of Beauxbatons chats with different beautiful girls every day, and his signature smile shines in every corner of Hogwarts.

Tom goes to class as usual, goes to the library as usual, eats and sleeps as usual.

— as usual to make Billy think he forgot about the Triwizard Tournament.

And the first project is less than three weeks away.

On a Sunday night, Billy returned to his dormitory from the hospital hospital.As usual, he had just downed a large glass of Moonshine Grass decoction, and his throat was sticky and nauseating.The hallway was empty by the time he walked back to the Slytherin common room due to a delay in the medical check.

He opened the dormitory door and bumped into Tom who was hurrying out.

Seeing Billy back, Tom seemed less anxious to go out.He let Billy in and closed the door behind him: "How is it?"

"It's not bad." Seeing that Tom didn't quite believe it, Billy repeated it again with emphasis, "It's really not bad. I know my credit is very problematic, but Madam Pomfrey did say that the situation is fine. Just be careful Excessive stimulation, to prevent the third attack...Where are you going?" He paused, "The first event is about to start, Tom, you really don't plan to prepare at all?"

Tom waved his hand casually, as if to drive away something indifferent: "How do you know I'm not prepared at all?" He raised the corner of his mouth meaningfully, "I have an inherent advantage in this project. Alright , I'll go out for a while."

Billy looked at him with a complicated expression: "Aren't you going to the Chamber of Secrets again?" In order to show proper respect, he used the personal pronoun for the basilisk, "Go to...'him'?"

"That's right," Tom admitted graciously, but the corners of his mouth curled down almost imperceptibly. "I heard him call me—unfortunately, he got stuck in some thin tube. I've got to Get him out now."

"...Are you serious?"

"I'm serious."

Billy's first reaction was that Tom was joking, yet his roommate's expression was so serious that it seemed no less common for a ferocious basilisk to beg for help in a pipe than it was for them to see bread and baked potatoes for breakfast.Billy felt that he was not very kind, but——Merlin, I'm sorry, he couldn't help laughing: "...Good luck, Tom, I hope you can successfully poke him out with your wand."

"Don't gloat," said Tom sternly.He went out, and said, as he closed the door, involuntarily, "Go to bed early, Billy, and good night."

November 11th was a sunny Wednesday.The sky was a clear blue, very high, but the wind was sore on the cheeks and the weather was not warm at all.

——The first project of the Triwizard Tournament is about to start.

The Warriors were taken to a tent at the edge of the field to draw lots to determine the order of play, and Lucretia sat in the stands with Billy.

"Here," she said, placing a bag of candied pineapple between her and Billy as soon as she sat down, "take a piece, it can effectively relieve the rapid heartbeat."

Billy silently complied.To be honest, he didn't quite believe that this little sweet could have such a big effect, but now he just hoped to use any method to successfully distract him as soon as possible-his heart was indeed in danger of constricting suddenly.

Lucretia was also unavoidably nervous. Although she didn't show any expression, she obviously spoke more than usual: "...The director of the Sports Department of the Ministry of Magic, who is mainly responsible for reviewing projects, graduated from Slytherin, I dare you Bet, he must have a special admiration for our academy symbol-oh! Look, it's coming in!"

Billy stared intently at the middle of the field, and as the commentator announced the official start of the game with a loud voice, a huge wave of cheers was detonated in an instant, and suddenly swept the audience.

In a split second Billy understood what Lucretia had just said, and at the same time he remembered something Tom had said one night:

—— "I have an inherent advantage in this project."

"It's the Albanian giant viper!" Billy's eyes widened suddenly. Amid the screams that could pierce the eardrums all around him, in order to ensure smooth communication, he had to shout at Lucretia with all his strength, "The Ministry of Magic is crazy!" Already?!"

It's a pity that Lucretia probably still couldn't hear what he said. Amidst the screams of countless girls, the warrior from Beauxbatons appeared.The girl from the Black family had to cover her ears, frowned, mouthed "look" at Billy, and then pointed to the field with a look of disgust.

The narrator's deep voice finally overwhelmed the uproar in the audience: "...the character of the warrior is to get the golden fleece under the body of the giant viper—yes, there are three of them, all of which are guarded by this extremely dangerous magical creature. Huh... huh, our first warrior looks a bit bewildered... Watch out! Oh yes! You have to watch out for its fangs and wagging tail with a venomous hook - kind of like a rattlesnake, isn't it? But significantly more dangerous than its smaller relatives..."

The Ministry of Magic is actually pretty uninspired, Billy thought.If he remembered correctly, the first item of the Triwizard Tournament resumed in the 90s of the previous life was to steal the golden egg from the fire dragon.Since then, the international competition, held every five years, has treated its opening project as a headline-grabbing gimmick — and it's become more and more like the ever-bigger, taller, scarier Fantastic Beasts Fair.It now appears that even if the Tournament was advanced to the 40s, the Ministry of Magic did not come up with any new tricks.

Lamarque was running all over the field in a state of embarrassment. He circled several quite large circles, avoiding the high neck of the giant adder, in case it launched a brazen attack at any time.If LaMarque continued to run, Billy would start to feel sleepy. He felt that everything on the court began to become blurred and unreal with the movement of the man and the snake, like patches of irregular colors, and the noises further and further……

until--

"Merlin!" Lucretia yelled angrily, and a round of applause seemed to echo her, "Don't tell me that Riddle came last! It's so unfair..."

Tom's name jolted Billy out of his drowsy trance, and he had to rub his temples for a moment of shouting and cheering in his ears.He hurriedly looked at the field, but couldn't help cursing Merlin in a low voice—Pruvitt came out second.

It can only be said that Tom's luck is really not very good, and the giant viper will become more violent in the end.