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He had fought Malfoy's dragons at the end of last semester and had some experience in this area.

Now, if he were to face the fire dragon again, he would definitely be even more adept at it.

This is probably the only good news Harry has received recently.

As a fellow contestant, Hermione didn't seem to care much about the fire dragons in front of her.

In her opinion, fire dragons were nothing special; her family had one, and it was even a higher-ranking one.

Moreover, with Hermione's strength, subduing a mere fire dragon would be a piece of cake.

So she shifted her focus elsewhere.

Take, for example, Hagrid's meeting with Mrs. Maxim.

Hermione turned to Zicomo beside her and asked, "How did Hagrid come up with the idea of ​​holding a date in a place like this?"

Zicomo shrugged, indicating that he didn't know either.

Zicomo then turned his gaze to Latahn.

After all, it was his brother-in-law who called them out tonight, saying he wanted to show them how his protégé would put on a romantic date.

At the time, his brother-in-law even told Zicomo to learn from him.

"Brother-in-law, you called us out here just to teach us this?" Zikomo asked sarcastically.

Ratan said awkwardly, "Ahem, don't look at me. I just asked Hagrid to choose a special place for the date and to make the date eye-catching enough. Who knew he would choose a place like this?"

And look how happy she is! That shows my teaching was quite successful.

Indeed, Ratahn is right.

At this moment, Mrs. Maxim was excited and wanted to get closer to see the four fire dragons in full view.

One can only say that this is probably the aesthetic of giants, or rather, mixed-race giants.

They all seem to have a penchant for treating large creatures as cute little things.

Zicomo said that even a simple trip with Lani and Hermione on Ifrit would be more romantic than this.

Unlike Hagrid and Mrs. Maxim, who were right there watching the fire-breathing dragon and whispering sweet nothings.

Zicomo couldn't stand it for long, so he called Hermione and Lani to leave.

Harry followed suit and left the place.

Judging from Hagrid's infatuation with Mrs. Maxime, he's probably completely forgotten about Harry.

He already knew the first part of the competition, so there was no point in him staying any longer.

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The next day, Harry's good mood from learning about the first competition event the night before vanished.

He noticed that many students in the academy were wearing badges that read "Harry Stink" with his image below it.

Most Slytherin students wore the badge, while the few who didn't mainly disliked its ugliness.

Not only that, but people from the other three colleges also wore this badge.

Cedric's friends, in particular, almost all of them had one.

They all agreed that Harry must have cheated using some underhanded means.

In their view, even if there were a fourth Warrior, it should be Cedric.

Instead of Harry, they didn't even see how he signed up.

Harry ignored their taunts and sarcastic remarks; he needed to prepare for the upcoming matches and had no time for them.

However, there are always people who won't let him have his way.

Draco suddenly appeared from somewhere, smiling, and said, "Potter, do you like the gift I gave you?"

"Malfoy? You made those badges? You're so naive!" Harry said in an unfriendly tone.

"I originally just planned to collect everyone's opinions and make you a badge to cheer you on in the competition."

Draco said innocently, "As for why you're called 'Potter the Stinking Shit,' that's what everyone thinks of you, it has nothing to do with me."

Chapter 208 The Triwizard Tournament Begins, the Clever Twins

Draco wasn't lying, although his intentions in preparing the support badge for Harry were never good.

But the nickname "Harry Stinky Shit" wasn't actually his idea.

Draco recently conducted an anonymous survey at school, titled "What do you think of Harry Potter?"

He plans to choose the worst-sounding nickname from among them and make it into a support badge for Harry.

The "Harry Stinky Poop" meme is a product of this anonymous investigation.

This title comes from a Mr. Ronald, who was having a conflict with Harry, also known as Ron.

Ron, who received the survey form at the time, didn't think too much about it and wrote down the name Harry with resentment towards him.

But Harry was unaware of this and was skeptical of Draco's words.

After all, Draco had lied to him more than once or twice.

Harry remembered that when he was in first year, Draco tricked him into running out at night to have a wizard duel.

Draco himself went and complained to Filch, almost getting Draco caught for going out at night.

Harry dismissed Draco's behavior with a curt "Boring," and then hurriedly left.

He's going to Professor Moody's office now. He heard that Professor Moody wants to see him and talk about the game.

Moody contacted Harry because of the match.

To be precise, he was worried that Harry was too young and too weak, so 'Moody' planned to give Harry some advice.

To avoid Harry being eliminated in the first challenge due to his lack of ability.

He had to make sure Harry made it to the final stage so he could have a chance to deliver Harry to his master.

Harry arrived at Moody's office and saw Moody sitting at his desk.

At this moment, 'Moody' removed his prosthetic leg and placed it on his desk.

On the other side of the desk was a hemispherical mirror, a special peephole that would sound an alarm whenever a suspicious person approached.

Just then, a box in the corner started to vibrate, attracting Harry's attention.

Moody noticed them too, and when he turned around, he saw Harry.

“Harry, you’re here? Come and sit down,” Moody greeted.

“Professor, what’s in that box?” Harry asked.

I won't say what it is, because you probably wouldn't believe me anyway.

He couldn't very well say that the real Alastor was imprisoned inside.

Moody changed the subject, asking, "Have you figured out how to deal with the fire dragon?"

Harry replied, "I haven't thought about the specifics yet, but I think with my strength, I should be able to restrain the dragon for a while."

Harry thought about how he had restrained Draco's dragon at the end of last semester and felt he could use the same trick again.

This child is still too naive; he answers whatever people ask him.

Harry didn't even consider why 'Moody' asked him how to deal with the dragon the moment he opened his mouth.

How did Moody find out that Harry already knew about the first competition?

"Where does your confidence come from? Do you think you're a good fighter? What good is being a good fighter anyway?"

Harry was stunned by Moody's barrage of questions.

Before Harry could answer, Moody continued, "The Triwizard Tournament is all about strategy. If you just rush in headfirst, you'll only become dragon droppings."

Harry's confidence was shaken by Moody's string of words.

He asked hesitantly, "Then, Professor, what do you think I should do?"

"You need to find your strengths," Moody said.

"For example?"

"For example, you're really good at flying broomsticks, you fly them like a pro."

"Flying brooms are not allowed in the competition."

"Indeed, but it doesn't say that you can't use a wand. And you, with just a simple Summoning Charm, can bring a flying broom into your hand."

Moody's words made Harry fall into deep thought.

Using a flying broom is indeed a good choice, after all, that's what he's best at.

Although Harry was capable of going head-to-head with the dragon, he had no reason not to use an easier way to win the match.

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Time flies, and in the blink of an eye, it's time for the first match of the Three Kingdoms Tournament.