I'm the paper king at Hogwarts

Hogwarts is no Arsenal, and indeed it is invincible.

Harry didn't know his God of War attributes. According to normal development, he was a future Auror seed.

If you think about it, how bad can someone with No Nose be in fourth grade?
Harry's mentality also changed very quickly. Lying on the bed and looking at the ceiling aimlessly, he found that he didn't care much about tomorrow's dragon or anything like that.

"I think you should actually give full play to your strengths." Elizabeth said abruptly, "Think about it, you are Gryffindor's Seeker, and I think you can be at the same level as me—then, your What is the advantage?"

Elizabeth's words made Harry ponder, yes, what are his strengths?disarm you?Ah no, you can't harm that kind of dragon except your weapon, he's just a child, not a wizard of Dumbledore's level...

Suddenly, he had a flash of light.

"Flying! By the way, I'm good at flying on a broomstick!" Harry said excitedly, and then went on withering, "Oh no, we won't be allowed to bring broomsticks in the competition, what should I do? "

"Use the Flying Curse." Catherine pointed to the book on the tea table beside Harry, "Accio Book! (Book Flying)"

Harry sat up suddenly, he felt as if he had discovered a new world.

"Yes, I can say the Flying Charm!" Harry was so excited, he took out his wand imitatively, pointed to the book in Catherine's hand and read: "Accio! (Flying)"

The book didn't move, and Catherine's glove was pulled halfway off.

"Are you letting the book fly away, or my glove?" Catherine looked at him expressionlessly.

Startled, Harry hurriedly read again: "Accio Book! (books fly)"

His talent was good after all, the book flew a parabola and hit Hermione's head with a snap.

"Harry!" Hermione glared back at Harry.

Harry apologized quickly, and started practicing the Flying Charm again, and he made the poor book fly around the room, almost falling apart.

"After you have mastered the Flying Curse, why not try some advanced possibilities." Hermione interjected, "I have a lot of ideas, such as the Flying Curse combined with the Levitating Charm...Of course, this is just an idea."

"It's a good idea, Harry can write it down, but don't practice it now." Louis shrugged, and said to Harry's puzzled eyes, "You can chew more than you can chew, and you should do it step by step."

Of course Harry understood this truth. He was practicing the Flying Charm until he went to bed at night, without any sign of being tired at all, just like a child who has just been exposed to computer games. The cage hooked over and hit the face.

Early the next morning, the atmosphere in the school became extremely tense and excited, just like when the school was about to hold a sports meeting when I was a child, classes were suspended early, and the students were all chatting happily, discussing the contestants and today's competition. victory or defeat.

The Weasley twins of Gryffindor even made a game, and the students donated money to support their valued players.

The school asked the students to go to the field surrounded by dragons guided by Hagrid. Of course, they didn't know what they were going to see, nor what the warriors of the Triwizard Tournament would face.

In the auditorium, Harry was still eating his lunch one after another. Professor McGonagall hurried over, saw Harry still sitting here, and said loudly: "Potter, the warriors are all coming now!" Go up to the field below...you have to get ready and finish the first project."

Professor McGonagall looked at Harry with pity, and it seemed that she already knew what the first project was.

That's a dragon, Merlin...Professor McGonagall thought, and secretly poohed at the project designer of the Triwizard Tournament in his heart.

"Okay," said Harry, standing up, his fork dropping with a clang on the plate on the table.

"Good luck, Harry," whispered Hermione, "you'll

successful! "

"Yeah," said Harry dryly. He wanted to say something more, but couldn't at all, it was as if his throat was choked, and the voice didn't seem like his own at all.

He left the auditorium with Professor McGonagall. Although Professor McGonagall looked calm and composed, in fact, she was not as calm as she appeared on the surface, and she was already more anxious than Hermione in her heart— —If it wasn't for fear of scaring Harry, she would have gone up to greet him.

Professor McGonagall accompanied Harry down the stone steps to the outdoors.It wasn't a very cold November afternoon, but Harry felt it was bitingly cold.

"Okay, don't be nervous," said Professor McGonagall, putting his hand on Harry's shoulder. "I need you to keep calm, Potter... don't be afraid, don't worry, we have some wizards around, you guys Your safety will not be a big problem. If the situation is not good, they will step forward to control the situation... All you need to do is to give full play to your abilities. Although you are only in the fourth grade, I believe that you are no better than any of them. One person is bad."

At the end, looking at Harry with ecstatic eyes, Professor McGonagall stretched out her hands and waved in front of Harry, which brought Harry back to his senses. She asked with concern, "Are you okay?"

"It's okay, it's okay..." Harry didn't know what he was talking about, but he just replied blankly - his mind was full of those dragons with their teeth and claws now, and he didn't have the heart to answer any questions at all.

Professor McGonagall also knew that he was nervous now, so he didn't say anything, but led him straight forward, around the edge of the Forbidden Forest, and walked towards the place where the fire dragon was.When they approached the bush where Harry had seen the group of dragons the day before yesterday, Harry found that a tent had been erected there to block the moving dragons, and the entrance of the tent was facing them.

"You have to go in with the other warriors," said Professor McGonagall, her voice trembling. "Wait for your turn, Potter. Mr. Bagman is inside too...he'll put the steps in Tell you guys...good luck."

"Thanks," Harry said in a wonderful, drifting voice.Professor McGonagall led him to the entrance of the tent, where Louis and Catherine were standing and talking.

"God, Mr. Mountbatten, it's great that you are here..." Professor McGonagall walked forward quickly: "I'll leave Potter to you, I hope you can untie him, he looks too nervous It's..."

"Don't worry, Professor McGonagall." Louis squeezed Harry's shoulder, "With me and Catherine here, don't worry."

Professor McGonagall just left, and Harry was about to speak when a greasy and sullen voice came from behind him.

"Potter." It was Snape. "I hope you like those cute little lizards with wings in the field. I can't wait to see them get up close and personal with you."

"Don't worry, Severus." Sirius patted Snape on the shoulder behind him, "After that, you will also have close contact with the cute little lizard. I believe that the strength of the predator will definitely let you Get what you want."

When he heard "Predator", Snape's face stretched even longer. He glanced at Sirius, and left here with his robe shaken.

"Don't worry Harry, it's fine, I've seen the situation there." Sirius put his hand on Harry's shoulder and said earnestly: "Gryffindor must go forward bravely, think of your father, his There's no such thing as fear in the dictionary..."

Well said, James is known as the flat-headed brother of Gryffindor, and even his old rival Emma wants to fight more than he is afraid.

In his words, Sirius is worthless, afraid of a woman called Gryffindor?If he's afraid at all, he won't--

This ah ah ah is the cry of panic when being hung up top-heavy.

Of course, during this period of time, Sirius will not reveal the true face of Harry's father. What Harry needs now is a fearless role model, not a scumbag who can't beat a woman.

After Sirius finished speaking, he squeezed Harry's shoulder, then turned and left.

"Come on, let's go in." Louis called Harry and led him into the tent.

Ludo Bagman didn't stop Louis from accompanying the three Hogwarts warriors before the game due to reasons dictated by Dumbledore.As soon as Harry entered the tent, he felt less nervous. After all, anyone with a discerning eye could tell that everyone was even more nervous than him.

Fleur Delacour and Marilyn Chabanol were sitting together on a low wooden stool in the corner. Fleur was not at all as calm as usual. At this time, she looked very pale and sick. Looking sickly, Marilyn is not much better.

But the good news is that Fu Rong and Marilyn are no longer as indifferent to each other as they used to be, and it can be seen that the two of them are still whispering.Probably because they were frightened by the dragon. In the face of such a great danger, the small unhappiness between the two of them seemed not so important.

After all, it's impossible for the two girls, Fu Rong or Marilyn, to hug the guys over there to keep warm, isn't it?
Viktor Krum looked more gloomy than usual, and his face, with his green stubble, was full of gloom, which was probably his way of showing inner tension.In the other corner, Vasily Petrenko sat dejectedly on a stool, holding his head in his hands with a look of chagrin, apparently regretting why he chose to participate in the competition.

He only cared about the spectacle of participating in the Triwizard Tournament, but he didn't think about the danger inside at all.

Cedric held a few pieces of paper in his hand and kept pacing back and forth. When the three of Louis entered, Cedric walked towards them, looked at Harry, and asked in a low voice, "Are you not nervous?"

"Seeing you all so nervous makes me feel better." Harry said honestly that he didn't think there was anything to hide about it.

Cedric choked a little. What was the answer?This bastard boy...

"Ah, it's Harry! That's great!" Bagman turned to look at him, and said cheerfully, "Come in, come in, relax, feel like you're at home!"

Bagman stood among the pale-faced warriors, in his old Hornets uniform again, looking like a big cartoon bee, and he wasn't going to Hogwarts, it seemed to Louis It would be a pity to have a good education with Dumbledore.

Dumbledore is an old bee, and he is a middle bee, which has been passed down from generation to generation.

"Okay, now that everyone is here, it's time for me to introduce the situation to you!" Bagman said happily after taking a look at Louis, "After the audience is all here, I'm going to take this cloth bag in turn." Pass it in front of each of you."

As he spoke, he held up a purple silk bag and shook it at them with a smile on his face.

"You pick out little models of the thing you're each going to face! They're different—well, kinds. I've got one more thing to tell you...ah, yes...those cuties you seem to have just I saw it when I came here, don’t worry...you won’t be asked to duel with those dragons, your task is very simple, just pick up the golden eggs under their protection!”

When Mr. Bagman said this, he didn't realize that the warriors didn't want to deal with the dragon, but wanted to knock down the referee first.

God is so cute, you call the group of fire-breathing big guys outside cute, right?Why didn't I see you get close to them, bastard!

Cedric nodded slightly to show that he understood Bagman's words, and then began to pace up and down the tent holding the papers, his face looking slightly green; Fleur Dracula Marilyn and Marilyn Chabanol didn't react at all, they just stared blankly at the purple silk bag in Mr. Bagman's hand, no one knew what they were thinking; Krum's face was even more livid, his fist Clenched tightly, staring at the silk bag, while Vasily sat on the stool and sighed.

Harry's expression is much better now, seeing everyone struggling with fear with him, he is not as scared as before - how do you say that, only when you are afraid is real fear, and when someone is with you If you are afraid together, the fear will be diluted a lot.

Catherine doesn't think it's scary to face a dragon. It's not like she hasn't fought with Christasa in her original form. If Christasa doesn't release the water, the two can even fight five or five In the opening situation, she was sitting with Louis, talking and laughing, throwing dog food, which was incompatible with the painting style in the tent.

The other two schools didn't know that the terrifying warriors of her looked at Catherine with complicated emotions—eldest sister, this is about to steal the golden egg under the eyes of the dragon, can you respect the dragon a little?No matter how you look at it, you don't look scared...