Magic Journey from Hogwarts

"Cedric, can I speak to you?"

"can."

After confirming that no one else was around, Harry told him that dragon fighting was the first project.

Cedric was taken aback by this, and for the first time fear appeared in his gray eyes.

"Are you sure you're not kidding?"

"I saw it with my own eyes, five dragons, one for each of us.

Maybe just passing them, but even that is dangerous. "

"That Fleur, Krum, and Aaron..."

"They all know."

"Okay!" Cedric pursed his lips, then looked at Harry suspiciously, "Why did you tell me?"

"Maybe it's for fairness! I can't watch you face those giants unprepared."

"So you're ready?" Cedric asked with interest.

"Not yet...no." Harry said shyly, "I'm going to ask Professor Moody, he might know something that can help my spell."

"But this way you know about the competition in advance..."

"My life is almost gone, who cares about this."

Cedric:  …

......

Defense Against the Dark Arts professor's office.

Every time the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor changes, the room will change its style.

Lockhart's is covered with pictures of himself on the wall, Lupine has a lot of dark magic animals used in class, and Quirrell...he didn't come here when he was in first grade.

Now this office is full of a lot of strange things, there is a large looking glass, a mirror hanging on the wall, many dark figures can be reflected in it, but the weirdest thing is the big wooden tree under the window. The box, that box had at least seven locks on it.

Harry looked at Professor Moody who was sizing him up cautiously. Whether it was the normal eye or the magic eye that kept turning, it put him under a lot of pressure.

"So, you found those dragons in the Forbidden Forest?"

"Accidentally discovered."

"It doesn't matter, cheating is also an old tradition in the Triwizard Tournament." Moody smiled indifferently, "So, how do you plan to deal with the dragon?"

"I haven't made up my mind yet."

"Sit down." Moody kicked a chair in front of him, motioning for Harry to sit down in front of him.

"Listen to me, Potter.

Your friend Digory, at your age, can turn a whistle into a watch, a watch that sings and tells the time.

Miss Delacour, she is not a little princess who can only act like a baby.

Krum has well-developed limbs and a simple mind, but he has a headmaster Karkaroff who is better than ghosts.

As for Gaius... I don't know much about it, but he mastered an Unforgivable Curse last year, and behind him stands a referee with a strong background. No matter how they appear to be at odds, Adrian will definitely not Watching him have an accident.

Each of them has their strengths, Potter, what are your strengths? "

"I, I don't know." Harry said embarrassedly, "I can fly, I fly pretty well, but I..."

"I know." Moody nodded gratified, "Flying very well."

"But brooms are not allowed in the competition."

"But it didn't say you can't use a wand!" Moody said meaningfully.

Harry froze for a moment, then suddenly realized.

Adrian explained that everyone can only bring one wand when entering the arena, but how to use it depends on the warrior himself.

This means he can use a broomstick, he just needs to summon it to the arena in a logical way.

Summoning spells, yes, summoning spells.

This spell was taught by Professor Flitwick. Although he is not very proficient, he still has a certain foundation.

The game starts tomorrow afternoon, and he still has a day to train.

He has no other choice, whether he can succeed or not, he must succeed.

Having figured this out, Harry immediately left the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom and hurried to find Hermione for help.

To practice the summoning spell, he needs the guidance of a master student. Originally, Aaron is the most suitable, but he is also a warrior of the Triwizard Tournament, so he may not have time to teach him.

It was a spell that Harry barely mastered after practicing from the afternoon to the early morning.

He was still not very confident. After all, all his training was only done in the classroom, and the match scene was too far away from the Firebolt. He hadn't tried the long-distance summoning of this spell yet.

But even so, most of the haze in his heart was cleared away. Before today, he was at a loss except for panic, and now he can at least see a hope.

However, after waking up, the atmosphere of tension and excitement in the school made him feel guilty again.

In tension, time seems to pass very quickly.

He was still in class in the classroom just a moment ago, but when he came back to his senses, he found himself in the auditorium.

"Potter, Gaius, and the Warriors are all going down to the grounds... You must be ready to complete the first project."

"Understood, Professor McGonagall, wait until I finish feeding Abe." Aaron said relaxedly.

Harry also stood up from his seat, and he threw the fork into the plate with unprecedented determination on his face.

"Good luck," Hermione whispered. "Harry, you have to believe in yourself, and you will succeed."

"hope so!"

"It seems that you have a strategy?" Aaron asked playfully, "Can you tell me?"

"I'm going to use a broomstick."

"Oh! Summoning spell, what a good idea."

"But the distance is too far." Harry wanted to cry without tears, "Even the Firebolt, the time from the castle to the venue is enough for Dragon Burn to kill me twice."

"It's really stupid, you can just take the Firebolt outside the arena, the auditorium should not be far from the arena!"

Harry:  …

Hermione:  …

Chapter 366 Four seekers, choosing their opponents

Professor McGonagall pretended to be calm and led the two of them towards the Forbidden Forest, but he felt uneasy in his heart.

In her opinion, events like the Triwizard Tournament were too dangerous for fourth-year wizards. Fortunately, Aaron said that his overall strength was not weaker than senior wizards, but Harry really couldn't explain it.

"Don't be nervous, just keep calm.

We've got some wizards around, and if things go wrong, they'll step up and take control.

The most important thing is to give full play to your abilities, and no one will think that you are inferior to others. "

Around the edge of the Forbidden Forest, Professor McGonagall brought the two of them to a tent. Behind the tent was the competition field, where five different adult dragons were imprisoned.

"Go ahead to the tent! The other three warriors are here." Professor McGonagall tremblingly said, "The referees will come and tell you the specific steps later... I wish you good luck."

Aaron and Harry looked at each other, and Qiqi walked into the tent.

Cedric, Krum, and Fleur all put on team uniforms representing their school. Cedric kept pacing in the tent to ease his restlessness. Krum was expressionless, but his face was more gloomy than usual. Fleur He was sitting on a low wooden stool with a particularly dignified expression.

"Half a month has passed since we got together last time, and now the first event is about to start, what do you think?" Aaron asked half-jokingly.

Fleur and Krum ignored him, but Cedric smiled politely and continued pacing.

"Okay! Count me as being sentimental."

Aaron shrugged and sat calmly on his bed.

Harry was leaning against the entrance of the tent, waiting anxiously for something.

"Please pay attention to everyone. Today is a big day. Every item in the Triwizard Tournament may cause great danger. No matter what happens, don't leave your seat, so as to avoid more dangers... .”

Dumbledore's voice sounded in the paddock, and his voice was very far away, but the dragon's roar could easily suppress his voice and fully arouse the enthusiasm of the audience.

After all, there are five adult dragons, and the vast majority of the audience are students, who have never seen a single dragon. Now that there are five different dragons in the paddock, it would be a lie to say that they are not excited.

Aaron licked Abe who was lying on his lap, and said in an obscure voice, "When you grow up, beat them every minute."

Abbe stretched out his right paw, and nodded with certainty.

At this moment, something strange came from the entrance of the tent, and Harry suddenly became extremely solemn.

"Harry, is that you?"

"It's me, Hermione."

Hermione stepped into the tent immediately, panting, with a Firebolt in her hand.

"I brought things here, this distance is definitely not far away."

"This is cheating." Fu Rong said angrily, "Broomsticks are not allowed to be brought on stage."

"I don't intend to take it to the field," Harry explained, "I just want it to be closer to the field."

Snapped!

Cedric patted himself on the forehead suddenly, "What a good idea, you can perfectly use your strengths, why didn't I think of it!"

"Uh...thanks." Harry scratched his head embarrassedly, "It took me a lot of effort to master that spell, and I'm not sure if I can use it to deal with dragons."

"It's too modest, talking about the five warriors flying here..."

In the middle of speaking, Cedric's voice stopped abruptly.

Krum was the Seeker of the national Quidditch team, and his flying skills were a few blocks away from Harry. Aaron was a Slytherin Seeker in his first year and defeated Harry Potter. He himself is Hufflepuff's Quidditch captain and Seeker, and he also defeated Harry Potter last year. Although there are reasons for the dementors, after all, winning or losing depends on it.

Calculated in this way, there are four Seekers among the five Warriors, and Harry's flying skills can only be ranked fourth, which is still based on the premise that Furong's flying ability is not sure.

The corner of Harry's mouth twitched, and he placed the Firebolt on his bed without saying a word.

"I, I, this... I really didn't mean it."

"It can be seen." Aaron said with a smothered smile, "But Senior Digory's unintentional move is probably more painful than intentional."

"Hello, warriors." Dumbledore suddenly opened the entrance of the tent and walked in, followed by five other referees, "Please gather, everyone, the moment you have been waiting for has finally come, and its true meaning is only for you five One can understand."

As Dumbledore said, he found an extra person in the tent, and Hermione was fidgeting, so embarrassed that she wanted to find a crack in the ground to get in.

"What are you doing here, Miss Granger?"

"Uh...sorry, I'm leaving now." Hermione said and left the tent quickly.

"Barty, the bag," Dumbledore said.

Barty Crouch took out a purple silk cloth belt, "You pick out a small model of the thing you are going to face, and there are different kinds of them.

Miss Klein will explain the specific tasks and rules to everyone, so stand around me now. "

Five warriors gathered around Crouch, staring intently at the silk belt in his hand, and their breathing became short of breath.

"Ladies first, Miss Delacour, you come first."

Fu Rong stretched her hand in tremblingly, she knew what was inside, but she didn't know what she would grab out, as long as it wasn't Shufenglong.

She closed her eyes and pulled out an emerald green dragon with a number tied around its neck: number two.

"The Welsh Green Dragon."

call!

Fu Rong reluctantly breathed a sigh of relief. The Welsh green dragon is the least troublesome among the fire dragons, and will actively avoid humans. It is easier to deal with among the five dragons.

"Mr. Krum, you come."

Krum pulled out a scarlet dragon from the bag. It had a snub nose on its face, a circle of golden spikes around its nose, and the number three tied around its neck.

"Chinese Fireball Dragon."

Krum's face darkened. This kind of fire dragon is aggressive by nature and is more difficult to deal with.