HP Star Shining

Despite saying this, Professor McGonagall still looked flustered.

In fact, she looked just as anxious as Hermione.

As the two walked around the edge of the Forbidden Forest towards the grounds where the dragons were kept, Harry noticed a tent had been erected there, with the entrance facing them.

"You must stay inside with the other three champions." Professor McGonagall's voice trembled. "When your turn comes... Mr. Bagman is in there too. He'll show you the steps. Good luck."

"Thank you," Harry said in a monotonous, disjointed voice, and then walked into the tent.

Fleur Delacour sat on a low wooden stool in the corner, looking far from her usual composure. She looked very pale and ill.

Viktor Krum looked even more sullen than usual, which Harry supposed was his way of masking his inner nervousness.

Cedric Diggory, who was pacing up and down in the tent, smiled at him.

Harry smiled back, but the muscles in his face moved awkwardly, as if he had forgotten how to smile.

Su Xingchen, Hermione and Ron sat on the stands temporarily built with magic. There was a lot of noise all around them. Hermione didn't seem to have the idea of ​​secretly visiting Harry in the tent out of worry.

Su Xingchen thought this was a good idea, at least he didn’t have to be photographed or written about.

On the other side, Harry in the tent stared blankly at the crimson silk bag in Bagman's hand.

"Ladies first, how about that?" he said, passing the bag to Fleur Delacour.

Furong reached into the bag with a trembling hand and pulled out a small, lifelike dragon model.

There is a number plate hanging around its neck, number two, and it is a Welsh Green Dragon.

Harry knew from Fleur's lack of surprise that his suspicions were correct, that Madame Maxime had told her what she was up against.

Viktor Krum's behavior mirrored Karkaroff's own that night. When he pulled out a Chinese Fireball Dragon with a number three hanging around its neck, he didn't even blink, but plopped down and stared at the floor, lost in thought.

When Harry saw Cedric pull out the silver-blue Swiss short-nosed dragon with the number one hanging around its neck, he knew what was left for him.

He reached into his silk bag and pulled out number four, a Hungarian Dendroctopus.

When he looked down at the mini dragon, it spread its wings and bared its fangs fiercely.

"Okay, you've all drawn the dragons you'll face. The number tags around your necks indicate the order in which you'll appear. Do you understand?" Bagman said. "I have to leave now to give the audience a commentary. Mr. Diggory, you're the first one. When you hear the whistle, walk into the arena." He pointed to another entrance in the tent.

"So... Harry, can I have a word with you? Come outside?"

"Uh, okay." Harry followed Bagman out of the tent in a daze.

Bagman led him away from the tent and into the woods.

"How is it, Harry? Is there anything I can help you with?" He had a fatherly expression on his face, a bit like the one Harry had when he first met Minister for Magic Fudge Connelly.

"What?" Harry was stunned. "Oh, no, no."

"I can offer you a few suggestions, if you'd like." Bagman lowered his voice furtively. "I mean, you're at a disadvantage here, and if I can help..."

"No, I know what I'm supposed to do, thank you." Harry felt his answer was a bit abrupt and rude, but he blurted it out.

"No one will know." Bagman winked at him.

"No, I'm fine." Harry didn't know why he kept emphasizing this point. In fact, he had never felt so bad.

"I've come up with a plan, I..."

A whistle sounded from somewhere, interrupting Harry's unfinished words.

"Oh no! I guess I'll have to run over there," Bagman said, and he started running.

Harry walked towards the tent, feeling a bit annoyed. Actually, it wasn't so bad to get Bagman's opinion. After all, it wasn't exactly cheating, was it? It was just an idea.

Back in the tent, he heard a commotion outside, which meant Cedric had entered.

Harry felt his body was much more sensitive than usual. He heard the roar of the crowd, the roar of the dragon, and Bagman's loud explanation.

One sound after another, one sentence after another, penetrated into my ears.

His heart was pounding and his fingers were swollen and aching with fear, but he seemed completely out of it and not involved.

It wasn't until the thunderous applause seemed to shatter the air and someone outside shouted Krum's name that Harry realized he was the only one left in the tent.

Then, he will be on the court at any time.

The fourth whistle blew.

Harry walked through the tents onto the field and stopped at the gap in the fence.

Hundreds of faces in the stands looked at him, and at the other end of the enclosure loomed the Arboreal.

It crouched low, with its wings half folded, guarding its nest of eggs.

A pair of yellow eyes were staring at Harry fiercely. It twisted its spiky tail, leaving several meters long pits on the hard ground.

It’s weird.

Even though there are so many people and it's so noisy, it can accurately identify the small, quiet person standing at the farthest position as the threat.

This is probably the instinct of living things.

Harry forced himself to clear his mind and not care about which people in the noisy audience were kind and which were malicious.

He concentrated, thinking of that thing, his only hope, and then he raised his wand and shouted, "Here comes the Firebolt."

"Xingchen, be gentle." Hermione exclaimed in a low voice.

"Ah? Sorry." Su Xingchen let go of Hermione's arm awkwardly.

She didn't know how Cedric, Fleur and Krum got the golden egg, so when they went on stage, she was more nervous and excited, as if she was watching a really grand event.

When it was Harry's turn, because he knew the whole process in advance, he began to become worried, and he couldn't help but hold Hermione's arm tightly.

Not long after, the sound of "whooshing" was heard in the air.

Su Xingchen secretly breathed a sigh of relief. It was not as dangerous as she had thought. This was good.

Harry seemed to have become a different person after getting the Firebolt. Even when facing the Hungarian Treecrest Dragon that had wings and could fly, he was not afraid at all, as if the sky was his world.