Wayne pulled Hermione away with a dark face, and Harry looked at their backs in confusion.
"Why do I feel that Wayne is angry?"
The two spoke in low voices just now, but Ron, who was sitting next to Harry, still heard it.
Although the two had hardly had a normal exchange recently, they were roommates in a dormitory, took the same courses, and usually acted together.
This time Harry still performed steadily, but Ron was overclocked.
He figured out the key and his face turned pale.
"Stop eating!" Seeing Harry continue to lower his head to eat bacon and fried eggs, Ron was so angry that he shouted in a low voice.
Harry was happy in his heart, and the corners of his mouth couldn’t help but curl up: "You talked to me?"
He and Ron were like a couple who were having a quarrel, playing a game where whoever spoke first would lose. Obviously, Harry felt that Ron was going to give in and apologize to him.
But now Ron couldn’t care less and looked at Harry as if he was a fool.
"You’re going to be fourteen soon, and you’re still laughing?"
Harry looked at him angrily: "Ron, even if you’re still angry, you can’t curse me!"
Harry’s voice was a little louder, and several little wizards looked over curiously.
Ron dragged him to a side hall, where there were only two of them, and said angrily: "Dragon! Wayne was just reminding you that the first project is the dragon!"
Harry was dumbfounded: "Didn’t he say Charlie…"
"Idiot! What does Charlie do? A dragon breeder! It’s not a holiday now. Even if he came to watch the game, he couldn’t come so early. So there is only one possibility for him to come here-"
Ron stared at Harry’s eyes and said word by word: "He came with the dragon!"
Harry’s face turned pale
Hogsmeade, the streets of the village were crowded with people, and almost every store was full.
The students of Hogwarts were enjoying the freedom of the day, and the students from other schools were looking around excitedly and taking pictures everywhere.
Not only that, many foreign wizards came to the village, probably all of them came to join in the fun of the Holy Grail War.
With such a full store, the merchants were also very happy. There were eye-catching signs hanging at the door of the store, attracting waves of leeks to come in.
Wayne walked with the girls on the street, attracting countless eyes, but no one dared to come up to him to make things uncomfortable.
The weather was a bit cold, Astoria put her hand in Wayne’s big hand to keep warm, and Gabrielle followed suit, but the little loli was too short, so she had to raise her hand very high.
After a while, she felt tired and shrank back, aggrieved.
Astoria looked at her proudly, and Gabrielle was so angry that she went to Furong to complain, which made Wayne helpless.
These two people can still compete with each other even though they are several years apart. It’s really impossible to control them.
I visited several stores in the morning, mainlyFurong, Sakura and other girls bought souvenirs, even if they were some ordinary things Wayne thought, they would buy them.
In the end, everyone spent a lot of money. Fortunately, they had pockets with traceless stretch spells, so they didn’t have to carry a lot of bags.
Before noon, the group came to the Three Broomsticks Bar and occupied two tables in advance.
After a while, Charlie and several of his colleagues also came. Seeing the grand occasion on Wayne’s side, Charlie quietly gave him a thumbs up.
With Wayne’s way of coaxing girls, the Lawrence family will soon replace Weasley’s position in the wizarding world.
More children, more blessings, this sentence is definitely not an empty talk in the wizarding world.
After the store was full, Cedric finally arrived late.
Charlie had been greeted long ago, so when he saw him, he enthusiastically pulled him over.
"Charlie." Cedric lowered his voice, breathing a little tight: "Really, really…"
"Let me introduce you." Charlie put his arm around his shoulders and didn’t answer directly: "Sart, my boss and my colleague, Kuhlmann, my good brother, he has a unique understanding of taking care of Hungarian Tree Peaks, I don’t want to get close to those cruel guys."
Charlie introduced several colleagues in one breath, and Cedric’s smile became more and more forced.
Eight kinds!
He introduced eight kinds of dragons!
Subconsciously, Cedric glanced at Wayne, but Wayne didn’t pay any attention to him at all, and was biting Sakura’s ear.
Cedric: "……."
He really wanted to withdraw from the competition now, leaving Harry as the only warrior in Hogwarts.
This crappy project, are you sure it’s not going to kill them?
Hogwarts, Harry was more panicked than Cedric.
After listening to the analysis of God Ron, Harry was now extremely sure that Moody’s goal had been achieved – he must want to die in the hands of the dragon.
This is simply an open conspiracy, there is no solution.
Either choose not to participate in the competition, violate the contract and become a squib, or take a chance, the bicycle does not need to be turned into a motorcycle, as long as it can be ridden.
The two poor students cram at the last minute, even without going to Hogsmeade, and dived into the library to find spells that can be used to deal with dragons.
Because of the open day, the library is also much quieter, with only a few freshmen.
They pulled out all the books about dragons, and the two of them looked for a solution in a pile of books like looking for a needle in a haystack.
"Use magic to repair claws… Treatment methods for scale ulcers, how to make dragons more interested, the secret of reproduction…"
Bang!
Harry closed a thick book in despair: "Yeah, how could a normal person think of killing a dragon? Maybe I can influence it with love?"
"The competition items can’t be so outrageous." Ron helped to think of ideas. Since he knew what Harry was about to face, he didn’t envy or jealous at all, but only had deep pity..
"You are no match for the dragon, Cedric, Krum and the others are no different, at most they can hold on a few minutes longer than you and die more peacefully."
"That makes sense." Harry was shocked: "So we just need to find a way to survive under the claws of the dragon."
The two began to study hard again, but they didn’t find any suitable method until they saw stars.
Ron suggested that Harry go to Wayne for help, but Harry refused.
He had already received the dragon’s hint, and it would be a bit too much to go to Wayne again, but Ron inspired him.
He couldn’t go to Wayne or other professors, because he couldn’t explain why he knew the content of the game.
But he could go to Sirius!
The two hurried to the owl shed, wrote a letter to Sirius and sent it out, and agreed to meet at the Gryffindor fireplace at 11 o’clock in the evening.
After anxiously waiting, the time finally came to ten fifty.
Ron and Harry quietly got out of bed without disturbing Neville and Seamus who were sleeping soundly.
The lounge was empty. At eleven o’clock, the flames in the fireplace suddenly turned green, and Sirius’s head popped out. Both of them smiled at the same time.
"Harry, are you okay? Oh, Ron, thank you for helping this silly boy."
After a period of recuperation, Sirius’s originally skinny face became much more nourished, and he had some of his former vigor and spirit. He reached out and rubbed Harry’s head.
"I’m not good. It’s been so bad recently." Harry talked nonstop, from becoming a warrior inexplicably to Rita Skeeter’s report, and Ron…
He urgently needed a way to vent to pour out all the bad emotions recently.
Speaking of Ron, he paused for a while and did not tell Sirius about the quarrel between the two.
Sirius just listened quietly without interrupting. When Harry took a breath and finally stopped, he said: "I have consulted Dumbledore about your participation in the competition. He will guarantee your safety. Please trust him."
"I doubt it." Harry shrugged: "The dragon in a few days can kill me at any time."
"Don’t worry about the dragon, we can deal with it." Sirius smiled confidently: (To read the exciting novel, go to Faloo Novel Network!)
"Your mission is definitely not to defeat the dragon, oh, Of course, you can’t do it either, after all, not everyone has the level of Wayne."
"So you just need to hold them back for a short time to complete the game task, and there are many spells that can do it."
"But the book says that the skin of the dragon is very hard." Harry said worriedly: "I can’t break their defense at all."
"This is true in most cases, but the dragon also has its own weaknesses, which can be solved with just one spell – the Eye Disease Curse."
Sirius said quickly: "The eyes are the weakest point of the dragon.One of the ways is that you must master this spell as soon as possible, (ajei), and you must shoot quickly and accurately. "
"I’ll try my best." Harry said with some difficulty: "There are only four days left, I’m not sure if I can do it."
Ron also asked: "Is there any simpler way that Harry can do now?"
The two looked at Sirius’s head floating in the air, and he pondered for a moment.
"Then you can only play to your strengths."
"Advantages?" Harry and Ron said in unison.
"Defense against the Dark Arts? I got an O last semester."
"No, it’s Quidditch." Sirius said solemnly: "You fly as well as James, and you have a Firebolt. In any case, this will definitely save your life."
Harry’s eyes suddenly lit up: "That’s right! ”
He was extremely confident in his flying skills, as long as he had a broom, he would be able to fly, but he was not allowed to play with a Firebolt during the competition, so – the Spell of the Spell!
Harry quickly found the key factor.[]
Compared to the Eye Spell, which he had never used before, he was more confident in his Spell of the … "
Sirius is indeed an elite among wizards. Although he is reckless, he is not stupid. He grasped the core of the problem immediately.
Harry nodded, but Ron drooled with envy.
He also wanted to have such a godfather…
Having a way to deal with the dragon, Harry’s heart was half relieved. He chatted with Sirius about some trivial matters in life, and the flame of the fireplace returned to normal.
The two turned back to the dormitory, but were shocked and their souls flew out.
At the entrance of the boys’ dormitory corridor, two identical faces were staring at them.
"Joe… George, Fred?!" Ron stammered: "When did you come out?"
"Just when you and Sirius were discussing the dragon. "The twins walked down the steps, clasping their arms around their chests and examining Harry.
Harry’s heart almost jumped out of his throat: "You won’t tell, right?"
"Of course." Fred smiled and put his arm around Harry’s shoulders: "When did you know this? Why didn’t you tell me earlier about this fun thing?"
George agreed: "It’s so exciting to deal with a dragon, you are blessed, Harry."
"Blessed?" Harry looked at the two of them as if he was looking at a ghost: "That’s a dragon, aren’t you afraid?"
"Of course I’m afraid." George shrugged and pulled Harry to sit on the sofa.
"But there’s Wayne as the referee,He will protect you, so just have fun."
Fred sat on the other side of Harry, letting him be the man on both sides: "You should have told us earlier, isn’t it just to deal with the dragon, there are many ways."
"Oh?" Although Sirius had already pointed out a clear way for him, he didn’t mind more methods.
"Of course, we are what Wayne said…"
"Crouching Dragon and Phoenix Child."
"Yes, that’s it."
Fred whispered in Harry’s ear, and Ron on the side was unhappy:
"I’m your brother, can’t you even listen to me?"
George waved his hand casually: "Your mouth is not much smaller than Hagrid’s, I’ll tell you."
Harry’s face gradually became strange, and finally turned into determination.
"Even if I die, I won’t use your method. ”
“Don’t be so absolute.” George advised earnestly: “There is still time, you should think about it carefully, we have a lot of inventory, and we can definitely help you get the first place.”
“That’s right, use as much as you want, and we won’t charge you any money. "
After saying that, the twins smiled and walked out of the lounge with their arms around each other’s shoulders. I don’t know where they will go next.
Time soon came to the 24th.
On the day of the competition, the atmosphere in the school was very tense and excited. People were looking forward to the arrival of the competition. Classes were suspended after noon, and all teachers and students rushed to the Fire Dragon Camp below.
In the small world of the suitcase, Wayne stood in front of the mirror.
The ordinary school uniform on his body had been replaced with a gorgeous robe, and he was also wearing a simple white shirt inside.
Luna was helping him tie his tie, and finally straightened it carefully. Looking at the handsome face and upright posture of the boy in the mirror, she smiled unconsciously.
But she always felt that something was missing. The girl tilted her head and thought about it, took out a carrot sticker from her small bag, and stuck it on Wayne’s tie, which immediately became a little more playful.
"Okay. ”
“Strange aesthetics.” Wayne muttered, but did not take it off.
The two walked out of the suitcase and headed for the competition site.
Near the original Fire Dragon Camp, several high platforms were erected overnight. Students and outside spectators were walking up in an orderly manner, and the crowd was noisy.
“I’ll go first.” Luna greeted Wayne and merged into the crowd.
Wayne walked to the other side, where there was a large tent where the contestants would gather.
“Potter, don’t be nervous.” Professor McGonagall also brought Harry over: “We have arranged wizards to be next to us, and Mr. Lawrence is here, they will control the situation.”
“You just need to give full play to your abilities, okay, don’t think about winning or losing and the results, it’s already amazing to be able to participate in the competition at this age.”
Harry nodded numbly, his mind was now a mess.
The two cameWayne was standing in front of the tent, waiting, and Bagman stood behind him obediently.
Professor McGonagall nodded to him: "Wayne, I’ll leave Harry to you."
"Don’t worry." Wayne smiled and said: "I promise that he will be intact when I return it to you."
McGonagall: "…….".
