HP Shavings Wizard

Chapter 315 Extraction

11 month 24 day.

on Tuesday.

Hogwarts cooperated with the Ministry of Magic and had already cordoned off a large open space on the edge of the Forbidden Forest for renovation.

They changed it to look like a zoo.

It's a circular depression with a rocky wasteland underneath.

The wizards around were like Muggles watching ferocious beasts like tigers and lions, clinging to the wooden railings and looking down - perhaps it was not made of pure wood, but perhaps fire-proof measures had been added. After all, fire dragons can breathe fire, and once ignited, all the little wizards would be wiped out.

Alison leaned over to take a look with little interest, and felt that the lively atmosphere around her was like a colosseum.

The kind of barbaric entertainment that involves watching men and beasts fight.

During the boring ten days, the red-haired little wizard finally read some books about fire dragons.

For example, her father's "Twelve Uses of Fire Dragon Blood" and the "Economic Uses of Killing Fire Dragons" borrowed from the library...

In the afternoon, when everyone was drowsy after lunch, Professor McGonagall led all the warriors - from 113 years old to 15 years old - to the edge of the Forbidden Forest.

This time, the Slytherin snakes didn't need Alison to remind them and immediately applauded and cheered, creating a great atmosphere.

There was no panic on Professor Maomao's face, only silence and busy exhaustion.

Dumbledore was chatting with her in a random manner, and seemed to be very relaxed.

Grindelwald looked around, with a childish curiosity and a sense of unbridled pride.

Alison dozed off with droopy eyelids, following along like a sleepwalker - since she was Slytherin's little adder, it was normal for her to want to hibernate because the weather was too cold!

Furong was visibly nervous, her face turned pale, and she clenched her fingers several times.

Even if one has made sufficient psychological, physical, and magical preparations, it is impossible to remain calm when facing a famous 5X-level dangerous creature like a fire dragon.

Madame Maxime and her pre-war planning were best used against the common Welsh green dragon.

Maybe the organizers and the two old wizards who are also contestants will be more courteous to the younger generation and give her a break, and give her the Welsh Green Dragon.

But you also need to be prepared for both situations.

What if I'm unlucky enough to have to deal with the most dangerous and largest Hungarian Horntail Dragon...

Furong's face turned a little paler.

Even after practicing for a long time and making plans, there was still little hope in front of that Hungarian Horntail Dragon...

Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall, out of concern for the younger generation and the guests, simply said a few words of comfort.

The warriors were all taken together into a tent.

Bagman had been waiting here for a long time. He quickly and alertly looked at the faces of the visitors and called out to Fleur.

"Miss Delacour, relax, relax... Now that everyone is here, I will briefly introduce the details of the first competition. I believe you have been looking forward to it for a long time."

“See this bag?”

He held up a purple silk bag and shook it.

"You have to pick out the miniatures of the things you are about to face! They are of different types - well, actually, there is nothing to hide now. Miss Grindelwald has already revealed that they are different types of dragons. Your task is to pick up a golden egg from the nest of a female dragon incubating eggs. You don't have to subdue the dragon."

"Ladies first..."

Bagman looked hesitantly between Alison and Fleur.

Logically speaking, Alison is a woman and the youngest, so she should be given the first. But judging by her expression, Furong should be in need of more care...

In just such a simple moment of hesitation, the silk bag was decisively snatched away by Alison.

But Alison didn't try to be the first to smoke - she wasn't that wild, was she?

Alison simply turned her pockets over onto the stool and shook them, shaking out all the dragon models, ignoring Bagman's previous words about "extraction".

"Uh, okay."

Bagman was surprised for a moment, but didn't try to stop her.

After all, with the interference of Dumbledore and Grindelwald in the Triwizard Tournament, fairness of the competition has actually ceased to exist.

Although the organizers could not directly ask the old wizards to withdraw from the competition, they could still take care of the young wizards and give them some slack - the rules of the competition and magic contracts, no matter how powerful they were, were still dead. If someone wanted to find a loophole, there would always be a way to find one.

Now that they were not in public, Bagman acquiesced to the selection.

On the stool, four lifelike little dragon models spread their wings, bit and played around, with different numbers hanging around their necks.

A silver-blue fire dragon with a pair of long pointed horns, a Swedish short-nosed dragon, with number one tied around its neck.

A smooth-scaled green fire dragon, a Welsh green dragon, the smallest, with number two tied around its neck.

A red fire dragon with a circle of strange-looking thin horns around its face is a Chinese Fireball dragon, and there is a number three tied around its neck.

There was also a large black dragon that looked a bit like a dinosaur, a Hungarian Horntail with a number four tied around its neck.

Alison played with the toy Charmanders with her fingertips with interest, then looked up at Fleur.

"I want the most ferocious Hungarian Horntail Dragon, what about you?"

Furong, whose face was still a little pale, stared at her blankly for a few seconds, as if she didn't react.

One was shocked by the red-haired little wizard's reckless and rebellious actions, and the other was that he did not expect that Alison, the youngest child who signed up for the fathers, would actually take the initiative to pick up the most dangerous fire dragon.

Alison was busy fiddling with a few Charmander toys. Seeing that Fleur didn't choose for a moment, she recommended, "Do you want a regular Welsh Green Dragon? This is the safest, not too aggressive, and it's not difficult to pass the level safely."

In fact, there is no need for her recommendation. After all, Furong must have known about the situation of these fire dragons.

The French witch pursed her lips, but didn't care about the fire dragon she could choose.

She frowned proudly and pointed at the Hungarian Horntail model on the stool.

The dragon model, which was as aggressive as the original, gently bit her with the force of a brush across her fingertips, without even breaking her defense.

"…Are you sure you want this one?"

Fleur did think that the ordinary Welsh green dragon was easier to deal with, and she hoped to be lucky enough to choose it. But when a younger wizard suddenly gave way to her and gave her advice without malice, Fleur, who was always proud, was a little confused about how she felt.

Alison didn't mind it, and didn't think it was a favor. After all, in the original book, Fleur was lucky enough to draw an ordinary Welsh Green Dragon.

She poured out all the fire dragon models, purely to choose the strongest one to have a good fight with her and stretch her muscles.