A Certain Hogwarts Magician Professor

Felix passed through the pillars of the stand, Bagman's high-pitched voice was very clear in the restless crowd: "Welcome... The first project is the fire dragon, the warriors must get the golden egg in the hindrance of the fire dragon, and successfully Escape... ask the staff to place the dragon eggs, look, the fire dragons are still asleep, this is the best time to observe them..."

Six fire dragons of different colors were lying on the ground, still in a coma, but their size was still terrifying, and even the nearest referee was about five hundred feet away from them.

"... Next, I'll introduce the jury, the five principals, myself, and Minister Fudge, who replaced my old friend Barty Crouch, unfortunately he took a long vacation..."

Felix found the busy Professor McGonagall, who was constantly walking back and forth on the edge of the field, in circles. The expression on his face was obviously absent-minded, and when he passed, Mag almost took the initiative to bump into him.

"Be careful, Minerva—"

"Oh, it's you, Felix," screeched McGonagall, her voice much higher than usual: "Charlie's looking for you. Charlie!" she called to a small group, a stocky wizard Turning around, he trotted over.

"Hey Felix," said Charlie, who also looked nervous, rubbing his hands together: "We'll be watching, we'll have our whistle with us, and if there's any danger, we'll step up—and of course, too. I need your support."

"No problem," Felix said.

There was a roar in the distance, a black fire dragon slowly raised its head, and the staff next to it put the dragon egg and ran away.

This Hungarian wasp finds itself in an unfamiliar environment, surrounded by an annoyingly noisy swarm of little bugs. It also smelled the breath of the same kind, and the two yellow eyes turned around, and quickly saw that there were five other fire dragons lying on the platform not far away.

It was suddenly in a bad mood, and stood up with support, under the golden hay nest, with an egg in it, it felt extraordinarily friendly, this is its child - it quickly accepted this point of view. Its movements became cautious, and the sound of the iron chain sounded, it stared blankly at the thick chain on its left foot, and let out a roar in the sky.

The hot flames rushed into the sky, creating a wave of air out of thin air, and the temperature of the surrounding air rose rapidly.

Following its change, the other five fire dragons also woke up. They each raised their heads, flapped their wings violently, and stomped their feet. The black stone floor made a dull sound.

The Hungarian Horntail looked around, it didn't like it here. It is best to leave with its dragon egg. It tentatively pulled on the chain, feeling that it was not reliable. Just about to exert force, it saw a familiar person.

"Ow~"

It screamed loudly, it was that horrible BBQ cook!

Felix glanced at it and asked Charlie, "Does the dragon have a good memory?"

"Of course," Charlie replied, "Norbert still remembers Hagrid, and every time he doesn't obey, I show him a picture of Hagrid, but I don't know how long I can fool him... He's getting smarter and smarter, And don't let us check it..."

Bagman's voice has been channeling the audience's emotions, and he's a master at it.

"Look, the fire dragons have woken up, they need a little time to adapt... At least find their eggs, use this time, let me explain the rules of the game..."

Felix took out a broom from the ring, turned over and sat on it, kicked his feet, rushed straight to the sky, circled the field twice, and had a panoramic view of the scenery below.

"It's a good viewing position here." He said to himself with a smile.

Looking down from the heights, the layout of the venue suddenly became clear - silver tents for the warriors to rest temporarily, hundreds of feet away, is the viewing stand, and in the crooked, barely elliptical stands In the center, there are six areas, which together look like a daffodil.

Near the center of each petal, there was a fire dragon, big and small, and raised their heads one after another. He was looking around anxiously.

One side of the stand was close to the silver tent, and a gate was opened, which should be the position where the warriors entered the field. On the opposite side of the gate, the stand suddenly rose a bit, which was the referee's bench.

Bagman, who was introducing the rules of the game, said cheerfully: "Very well, our safety officer is in place, and he will serve as the last guarantee. As for Felix, I don't need to say it, you should have seen it in the newspapers— —”

His voice faded, as Fudge's gloomy eyes had already looked over.

Bagman stammered for a while, and finally realized what he was going to do. He stood up and shouted loudly: "Then, please warriors!"

The cheers were deafening, and the extremely penetrating whistle resounded through the sky. The fire dragons raised their heads and looked around cautiously and uneasily. Soon, a wooden door opened, and the warriors walked in.

"Sigh~"

Harry saw a man in front of him fell backwards, he hurriedly stretched out his hand to support it, it was a warrior of Beauxbatons, Harry couldn't name the boy, but he was obviously not in a good state now, his nose was snot. Tears flowed all over the place.

"François..." Fleur whispered, "For Nick Lemay's sake, be brave!" She turned her head to one side and commanded, "Jacqueline!"

Another girl shivered and lifted François, though from Harry's point of view she too was terribly frightened.

He felt a little more disgust for Furong, until he saw a layer of water mist in Furong's eyes, he was stunned for a moment, maybe because the expression on his face was too direct, Furong gave him a vicious look.

The leading staff member took them to a clearing, where the air was far hotter than outside, and Harry saw that the stone in front of the blue Swedish short-nosed dragon was melted like liquid, and it was limp.

He couldn't hear a sound, but he could see the hot, magma-like liquid dripping continuously, as if it were dripping on his heart. But that wasn't his trouble. He heard Ron swallowing frantically, and following his line of sight, he saw their target, a huge black hill.

It's just that the hill can move, and it's covered with barbs.

Harry regretted not taking a good look at it that night. The Hungarian wasp was taller than ten of him, covered with black scales and had a lizard-like appearance. It has yellow eyes and bronze horns, and its tail has spikes that are nearly bronze in color.

He heard Hermione recite the information on this dragon in a hoarse voice: "...the Hungarian Horntail is considered to be the most vicious and aggressive of the dragons...is one of the furthest fire-breathing dragons, with a distance of Up to 50 feet. More aggressive when protecting dragon eggs... Female dragons are generally larger than male dragons..."

"I'm just glad Mom didn't come..." Ron said bitterly when he saw Sirius waving constantly in the audience.

At this time, Charlie came over, his calm voice calmed the hearts of the three of Harry, and then they were brought to the corresponding position by the staff who kept appearing. When they passed Charlie, Charlie patted them on the shoulders , opened his mouth several times, and finally squeezed out a vague "Come on."

In front of Harry, Ron and Hermione is the Hungarian Horntail, which is completely different from the model taken out of Bagman's bag, and its horror can only be felt at close range, and this one Compared to the fire dragon, they are like three mice.

They had to look up to see its huge spiked head.

"This is in classroom seven, classroom seven..." Ron kept hypnotizing himself.

Hermione's face was as white as paper, she tried to calm her voice, "There are dragon trainers around, there are staff from the Ministry of Magic, even if you don't believe them, you should believe in Professor Hepp... He's right above our heads. Woolen cloth!"

The three raised their heads to look at the sky, and against the light, a vague shadow stood on it, giving them great courage.

Bagman's passionate voice sounded again: "The warriors are already in their places. They are only seventy feet away from their opponents, which is a relatively safe distance because the dragons have chains on their legs."

"When you hear the whistle, you can act. Time, strategy, effect, and courage shown will be the basis for scoring. Good luck! Preparations-three-two-one! The game begins!"

The noise around him seemed to be the pause button, and Harry didn't have time to look at the others, he had to do his own thing - to be conservative, he had to investigate first. He shouted from the bottom of his heart: "Firebolt is flying!"

Waiting quietly for a while, he accurately distinguished the familiar sound waves from the tide-like sound, a vague shadow flew from the direction of the castle, he rolled over and rose into the sky, the familiar sense of speed made his heart quiet .

The sky is my place!

Harry said to himself, he climbed all the way up, increasing his speed to the maximum, and in just a few seconds he passed a figure, and that was Professor Hepp. He caught a quick glimpse of the professor rolling his eyes at him.

He turned the broom handle and glanced down. At seven or eight hundred feet in the air, the fire dragon was like the salamander that Hagrid had talked about in class. He also noticed that the whole field was like a daffodil, and every petal Near the center stood a fire dragon, and the warrior stood on the other side of the petals.

Looking from the air, among the six groups of warriors, only the group of Vagado and Cedric moved first. That inconspicuous wizard, Harry didn't remember his name, only knew that he wore a pointed eagle-shaped haircut, suddenly rolled from the ground, turned into a vigorous blue sculpture, he flapped his wings and rose into the sky, Bravely fly towards that beautiful Aussie egg white eye.

There was a burst of exclamation from the stands, and they were also stunned by the behavior of Waggardu's students. "Animagos!" someone shouted.

"It's not Animagus!" Bagman's voice reached everyone's ears. "That's Vagadu's unique human transformation. As far as I know, three warriors can do it!"

"Wow~"

The bronze feathers of the eagle gleamed in the sun, and the Aussie albumen eyes felt threatened, glittering, multicolored eyes without pupils staring at him, and a fan-shaped bright red flame spewed out of his mouth.

The blue eagle dodged nimbly, and at the same time kept shouting provocatively.

On the other side, Cedric raised his wand, and the hazy mists gathered, wider and darker, finally forming a dark rain cloud that rose hundreds of feet high.

The rain dribbled down, dousing the sparks from the blue Swedish short-nosed dragon's nose. It was so annoyed that it raised its head and spewed out blue flames. Its flames were so hot that they could even burn rocks, but it was only about twenty-three or four feet in size, and with the flames, it couldn't reach the rain overhead. cloud.

This little rain is nothing, but the rain is getting heavier and heavier, making it uncomfortable, and the Swedish short-nosed dragon violently wants to move its egg with it, pulling the chain on its feet to a "creaky" sound.

Collins Foley disappeared without knowing when, Harry grinned, he already knew Cedric and they had chosen the most suitable strategy.

Harry swooped down sharply, and out of the corner of his eye caught sight of Fleur's team that seemed to have a problem. Except for Fleur, the other two warriors were unable to move forward.

Bagman's commentary appeared at the right time: "The warriors of Beauxbatons seem to have a contradiction, which really shouldn't be...Look at Durmstrang, they are throwing black magic from a distance, but this not only makes the fire dragon more Aggressive, no other use... Oh, no, look at Krum, what magic did he do to himself, reducing his sense of existence, he is quietly approaching, does he want to snatch back the dragon egg with a pair of looped legs? He should be sitting on the broom, Durmstrang's strategy didn't work to his best advantage!"

On the referee's bench, Karkaroff's expression looked dissatisfied, "What is he doing? He disturbed Krum."

The headmaster of Vagadu, who was sitting next to him, the thin witch grinned, and Karkaroff looked at her angrily: "What's so funny, your other two students are watching!"