a certain scientific harry potter

"Therefore, their main and most sensitive sensory organs are the eyes, especially the Hungarian Horntail, which can even clearly see an ant hundreds of meters away! So imagine... tomorrow there will be a lot of people In the arena, if the fire dragons are caught off guard and become blind, how will they react?"

"It should be even more violent than Norbeta... Wait! Those eggs?!" Hermione seemed to realize something all of a sudden.

"That's right, those eggs are also the key!" Harry nodded, "I saw yesterday that the four dragons were all females that were brooding. The organizing committee of the contest definitely didn't choose them at random. And the wizards didn't pick them up yesterday. A person who used the Eye Sickness Curse on the fire dragon is actually worried that the fire dragon will fall into the most complete rage after losing sight of those dragon eggs. So no matter what the content of tomorrow's game is, the first principle is that the fire dragon's eyesight must not be damaged. At the same time, it cannot harm the dragon eggs it guards!"

"That's it...no problem~" After listening to Harry's analysis, Hermione couldn't help showing a confident smile, "No matter which fire dragon it is, I will let it witness my failure with my own eyes!"

"Hermione?"

Looking at the girl in front of him, Harry froze for a moment, and was even a little speechless.

The school bully girl at this moment is very dazzling, her whole body is brimming with confidence, exactly the same as when she summoned the Patronus for the first time!

...

The next day, the first match of the Triwizard Tournament was finally about to start, and Hogwarts was suddenly enveloped in an atmosphere of tension and excitement.

The school was closed at noon, and after the students took a quick bite of their lunch, they were led by a unified group to the paddock where the fire dragon was placed.

Professor McGonagall also found Harry and Hermione at this time, but compared to the confident Hermione, the vice-principal seemed very anxious at the moment.

"Miss Granger, I hope you don't get nervous." In the cold November wind, her voice kept trembling, "Just keep calm the whole time, we have arranged some wizards by the side, They will definitely be able to control the situation. And...yes, and Mr. Granger, you are the referee of this match, you must not let her have an accident, right? Hagrid has let the Hippogriff die as you asked The winged beast is on standby at the edge of the Forbidden Forest... Anyway, you're all going to be fine, right?"

"Don't worry, professor, I'm fine." Hermione smiled confidently.

"Well, not only Hermione, but all the warriors participating this time will be fine." Harry also seriously assured.

"I hope so..." She still seemed to be very worried, holding her hands in front of her chest as she walked, muttering to herself as if she was praying non-stop.

She led the two of them around to the edge of the Forbidden Forest. In the woods where the paddock could be clearly seen yesterday, a large tent had been erected, and the entrance was facing them.

"The other warriors have arrived, and Albus is inside. He will tell you what to do." At the entrance of the tent, Professor McGonagall patted Harry and Hermione on the shoulders with trembling hands.

"Good luck to you... that's all I can say now..."

Chapter 640 The result of the second draw, the game begins

After entering the tent with Hermione, Harry found the atmosphere somewhat depressing.

Fu Rong was sitting alone on a low stool in the corner, not at all as energetic as usual, but rather sickly.

Krum also looked more gloomy than before, his thick eyebrows kept shaking, obviously nervous.

Cedric had been pacing around the room. When he saw Harry enter, he nodded gratefully to Harry, but he was obviously not in the mood to chat.

"Harry, Hermione, you are finally here." Dumbledore turned to Harry happily, "I have to introduce you first, this is Babajid Akinbad, he is my old friend, At the same time, he is also the vice president of the International Federation of Wizards, and I specially invited him to serve as the judges together."

"Hello." Harry greeted the other party politely.

The Akinbad in front of him was an elderly wizard with a dark face, presumably from Africa, and he was smiling kindly at Harry at the moment.

The other party should be invited by Lao Deng to help coordinate the scoring. After all, if it is only the principals of the three schools, it is inevitable that there will be an embarrassing situation in which they all favor their own schools. Therefore, external judges must be used to balance.

In the previous Triwizard Tournament, the Ministry of Magic of the country where the host school was located actually played a role in coordinating the scoring, such as the original two pitfalls of the British Ministry of Magic.

But even so, the judges sent by the Ministry of Magic will be more or less biased towards schools in their own countries. This is an unspoken rule agreed by everyone, and of course it is also part of the home court advantage.

For example, Harry knew that a country in the underworld that lived a good life, they made full use of their home court advantage, wishing to reflect the prominent feature of the country's "small" in every aspect of a world competition.

With this advantage, they not only managed to operate a group of blind referees who are physically disabled, but also wished to subdivide their own national sports events into a level of one kilogram, and finally succeeded in moving themselves and disgusting the whole world.

Of course, their spirit (reading backwards) is worthy of recognition. After all, they can directly award e-waste to their players, but they still managed to lose money to hold a conference.

This attitude alone is worth it to us... Ahh!

OK, let’s get down to business.

In short, today's British Ministry of Magic is actually like that country of the underworld that lives a good life. Its reputation in the minds of wizards is already rotten. If Lao Deng wants to find additional judges, he can only choose from the international judges. The Wizards Union asks for foreign aid.

"I've heard Albus mention you, Harry Granger," the respected old wizard shook Harry's hand, "If he didn't exaggerate your deeds, then this match, for the warriors It might be safer."

"I'll do my best," Harry nodded earnestly, "This is my duty."

"Okay, then let me introduce the specific situation to the warriors." Akinbad called Cedric and the others to the front, "Now the audience is already waiting outside, and now I need you to start from this cloth bag. Draw your opponent from among them."

He raised a purple cloth bag and shook it at the four students: "You need to pick out the model of the thing you will face later, and your task is to find a way to capture the golden egg it guards. "

Everyone present nodded their heads, and except for Hermione, the expressions of the other three became more serious in an instant.

But this is actually quite normal, after all, they are not like Hermione, who can practice against a real adult fire dragon anytime, anywhere.

"Ladies first." Aginbad said, handing the bag to Fleur and Hermione.

Fu Rong reached into the cloth bag tremblingly, and took out a small and exquisite model. It was a Welsh green dragon, and there was a number plate with the word "two" tied around its neck. This was obviously Fu Rong and others. The following order of appearance.

And Hermione was very unlucky-at least in Aginbad's view, it was very unfortunate to draw a 'four' around her neck...

"Is it the Hungarian Horntail...Miss Granger, you have to be more careful later." Seeing this, the old wizard asked with concern.

"Thank you for your reminder, I will have no problem." Hermione responded confidently, the little guy who was grinning in her palm couldn't arouse any waves in her heart at all.

She will definitely win this game.

The Hungarian Horntail may be the most dangerous fire dragon in the eyes of others, but to Hermione it is a lottery.

Among the four fire dragons used in this competition, the Hungarian Horntail's size and attack style are the most similar to Norbeta's. For this type of dragon, Hermione has now mastered a wealth of experience in dealing with it.

On the contrary, it was the number one drawn by Cedric - the most beautiful Swedish short-nosed dragon, which in Hermione's opinion was the most difficult to deal with among the four dragons.

The bright blue flame of the Swedish Short-Snouted Dragon is the most powerful among the four dragons. It can burn bones and wood to ashes in an instant. Hermione's fire prevention coup prepared in advance may not be handy against it.

Krum, who was the last one to draw lots, got the Celestial Dynasty Fireball Dragon model with a 'three' on it, and he didn't even bat an eye, obviously he knew his opponent already.

"Very good, since you all know your opponents, it's time for Dumbledore and I to head to the judges' bench." Akimbard put away the cloth bag, then looked at Harry again, "Mr. Granger, As an on-site referee, you should also take your place in advance. When the commentator calls out the player number, the game will officially begin."

"Okay, you guys have to work hard." Turning back, he told the four warriors in the room, and Harry left with the two old wizards.

At this time, the stands outside were already full of people, and countless little wizards were shouting excitedly.

Dumbledore and Aginbad walked towards the judges' bench together, and Madame Maxime and Karkaroff were already there.

In the corner next to the judges' table, Mad-Eye was hiding in a shadow, and the inferior magic eye that was replaced later was vigilantly scanning the surrounding environment, and it definitely landed on Karkaroff the most times.

And at the top of the auditorium, Hogwarts' special commentator—Lee Jordan of Gryffindor, was mobilizing the atmosphere of the scene with the greatest enthusiasm at the moment.

"All the warriors have already taken their seats in the waiting area, and the four judges have already taken their seats at the judges' bench, and then... oh my god, it's Harry! Harry Granger flew into the sky!"

Just as Lee Jordan was shouting passionately, Harry suddenly blew a loud and clear whistle, summoned Buckbeak who had been on standby by the edge of the Forbidden Forest, and flew him straight into the air.

"Our on-field referee has appeared! Harry Granger, he flew up on his hippogriff!" Lee Jordan shouted even more excitedly when he saw this, "Then let the terrible monster Let's also show up together, the...fire dragon that the warriors will face!!"

"Roar!!"

After a roar, the Swedish short-nosed dragon, who ranked first, appeared in the paddock with a murderous look!

Chapter 640 The third chapter of the competition, a sudden branch

At this time, in the paddock, Harry rode Buckbeak and soared wantonly, and the fire dragon below also spewed out blue flames in response to the occasion. This kind of scene undoubtedly watched all the students... especially the male students whose various hormones surged .

Many people in the crowd were already waving and shouting at Harry non-stop, such as Will, the Weasley brothers, and Sirius...

Well, this guy is actually random. After all, Harry, the godfather, likes to have fun the most. He failed to catch up with the Triwizard Tournament when he was a student, and now he has the opportunity to naturally not let it go.

But different from the excitement of the audience at the scene, Charlie Weasley, one of the dragon trainers in charge of security in the venue, always had deep doubts on his face.

"Ginny should have already told him. How could he come out as a referee? And...why does the short-nosed dragon seem to have no reaction at all?"

Charlie Weasley's younger sister, Ginny, once told him firmly that Harry really raised dragons in private, and specifically asked Charlie to help him operate inside the dragon trainer to see if Harry could get a legal Dragon breeding license... at least don't cause any trouble for illegal dragon breeding.

For Ginny's request, Charlie finally chose to agree.

Because Ginny can really tell when and where she found the dragon, and Charlie himself has indeed noticed the dragon's breath on Harry.

And besides... the night before, Hagrid slipped his tongue while chatting with him.

The gamekeeper with the big mouth seemed to mutter a few words at that time, saying something like 'the Horntail is very similar to the Norwegian Ridgeback', and he also said that these dragons are not as good as 'Nobeta'...

From this point of view, Harry was really raising dragons in private, and Charlie immediately found his friends to help him with the Hogwarts dragon raising permit.

After all...Harry had helped his family a lot.

But who would have thought that Harry unexpectedly ran out to be a referee today, and the Swedish Short-nosed Dragon has not responded to him yet!

There is definitely something wrong with this matter. With the dragon aura possessed by Harry, it is impossible for the female Charmander, who is nestling, to be in the same frame as him, and she will definitely regard him and the Hippogriff under him as a Food, it is absolutely impossible to lie on the ground and turn a blind eye like now!

However, when Charlie was puzzled, there were actually two teenagers in the Durmstrang school uniform in the auditorium, who were even more puzzled than him.

"What the hell happened in this... this world? Why did he become the referee, and my aunt became the second Hogwarts warrior?"

A certain boy who traveled through time and space again and looked very similar to Harry, saw that his "father" had not become a warrior, but had become an on-field referee, his eyes widened in shock.

However, what surprised him even more was that the students of Ravenclaw College actually displayed a banner of 'Invincible Hermione Granger'!

What a joke!

Shouldn't his aunt be from Gryffindor College? Why is it Ravenclaw now?

And why did she become a warrior to participate in the Triwizard Tournament? !

So my own mother...

Well, the dark-haired boy searched around, and finally had to admit... His mother was really transparent at this moment.

"There are indeed many problems in this time and space, Albus." The blond boy who came with him also frowned suspiciously, "I saw my father, but he didn't wear the badge of 'Your father is a stinking shit' , and not only him, but everyone here is not wearing them. In addition, the number of judges in the stands is wrong, and it is obviously impossible for the one from Africa to be Ludo Bagman or Barty Crouch! And the most important It is... if the game does not start, we will run out of time!"

"I also know we only have a 5 minute time limit! But Scorpius, don't make me feel bad about my dad!"

The black-haired boy glanced at his friend unhappily, and the hand holding the wand was already slightly sweating.

He travels through time again with his friends this time, but there is a very important 'history' to be rewritten, if the real master does not appear again, then it will be...

"Okay! Now we see that the number one contestant is Cedric Diggory from Hogwarts!"

Fortunately, Lee Jordan's voice saved the two anxious teenagers. Cedric came out after a long-awaited call. Under the watchful eyes of the audience, he cautiously approached the terrifying fire dragon on the field!

"It's the Transfiguration Curse! The warrior Digory showed us his superb transfiguration skills. He turned the stone on the ground into a Newfoundland hound! It was so vivid that the fire dragon was completely attracted!"

Not only was Lee Jordan's explanation full of excitement, but even Harry in mid-air kept nodding. Cedric's basic skills are extremely solid, and he also has courage and wisdom at the same time. He can be called the leader of an underage wizard Perfect benchmark.

However, just when everyone thought he was about to succeed, a sudden change occurred on the scene!

"Except your weapons!"

Someone shouted from the stands, and then, a bright beam of light quickly hit the wand in Cedric's hand!

"There was trouble?"

Harry frowned all of a sudden, even though he immediately countered the spell with all his strength and didn't let it affect Cedric at all, but the movement on their side still disturbed the shapeshifting hound who was paying attention The dragon made it turn around and chase Cedric!

"Roar!!"

Feeling the friction of IQ, the Swedish short-nosed dragon let out a roar, and then spewed a terrifying blue flame at Cedric, melting the rock behind Cedric almost in an extreme time. magma!

"This... armor protection!"

At this time, Cedric, who was close to the golden egg, gritted his teeth and released the Iron Armor Curse behind him, then hugged the golden egg in his arms regardless, and started to leave the range of the dragon's nest at a high speed!

"My God, Digory succeeded! But... he was burned by the flames, but fortunately he was not seriously injured, but will this affect his score after all?"

Cedric's Iron Armor Curse failed to block the dragon fire perfectly. When he barely escaped from the fire dragon's attack range, his back was burned by the raging dragon fire, but he finally managed to get the dragon egg.

"Quick healing!"

While Charlie Weasley and other dragon trainers were busy subduing the short-nosed dragon, Harry also applied healing magic to Cedric on the spot, and also applied ointment for burns on his back.

But immediately after, Harry stared at the stand where the spell had just been cast with an angry face.

He was very sure that the troublemaker would not be able to run away, because he counterattacked back with a double-strength stun spell!

With this level of curse, even ordinary Aurors would faint on the spot, let alone an ordinary student?

Chapter 640 The Disappearing Spoilers

"Get out of the way!"