DNF Meets Harry Potter

Carl pursed his lips and admired the panicked expressions on Krum and Fleur's faces. For a moment he felt very interesting. What if he knew the exam questions in advance? It's not a panic now.

　　 Bagman is wearing his too old wasp robe, standing among the group of warriors who are all pale except Karl, a bit like an oversized cartoon character.

　　 "Okay, now everyone is here-it's time to start!" Bagman said briskly, "When the audience is all there, I will bring this bag to you..."

　　 After that, he raised a small purple silk bag and shook it at the four of them:

"You have to choose a model from the bag, and that is the enemy you will face in the [8th district]! Everyone’s is different... um~... you know, you have to have tricks to show your style .

　　 And I have to tell you something else. Ah, yes, remember! Your task is to get the golden egg! "

　　 He only talked about the rules, but didn't mention a word about the enemies the Warriors will face. And then he coughed twice and looked at everyone expectantly, as if they wanted everyone to quickly let him take the stubbornly.

　　 But it is a pity that the four people present have known about this project for a long time, and maybe they have already studied it thoroughly.

　　 But in the face of Bagman's attitude, the four of them had to reluctantly pull out a puzzled smile-cheating or something, if the referee knows, is it still cheating?

"Mr. Bagman, you seem to have forgotten one thing!" Carl naturally understood what this guy was thinking, and immediately reminded him with a smile: "You haven't told us exactly what the enemy is about to face~... …"

　　 "Lovely little Karl, thank you for your reminder!"

　　 Bagman suddenly smiled brighter. He took out his wand and tapped it four times in mid-air. The projections of four mini fire dragons suddenly appeared in mid-air. They threw their limbs and looked naive.

　　 Looking at the silly fire dragon projection, Furong and Krum not only didn't feel happy at all, but their faces became paler. Harry also took a sharp breath and took a few steps back.

　　 "You are not mistaken! This is the enemy you are about to face!" Bagman yelled, obviously satisfied with the expressions of the warriors, "A fire dragon! The golden egg is under their shelter!"

　　 As soon as Bagman finished speaking, Harry could vaguely hear footsteps passing by the tent, and the frequency was getting higher and higher...

　　 Those people talked, laughed, and clamored excitedly, only separated by an account, but he felt extremely far away from the group of people, as if they were another creature type.

　　 Karl glanced at the entrance of the tent, raised his wrist and looked at his watch. It was just after class, it was time for lunch, but the little wizards could not wait...

　　 Then, as if only a second had passed for the warriors, Bagman smiled and opened the mouth of the little purple silk bag.

"Ladies first, Ms. Delacour, you come first..." The smile on Bagman's face seemed to never melt away. His speed was not too fast, but it seemed to Fleur that time was all about it. Accelerated and came to her in a blink of an eye.

　　 "Okay...Okay, thank you..." Furong took a deep breath, and she couldn't help but stumble a little at the words of thanks.

　　 She looked at the cloth bag she was handing over. It was dark inside, and there was nothing in it. Furong's brows became tighter. She stretched out her sweat-soaked right hand and tremblingly drew it into the cloth sack. She mustered up the courage to start groping inside.

　　 A few seconds later, she took out a slap-sized fire dragon model that was still roaring, and the number plate on her neck radiated dazzling silver light to the outside world.

　　 Bagman saw what dragon it was at a glance, and he flicked his wand again, and the model in Furong's hand magnified in the air and let out a silent roar.

　　 "Furong Delacour! The number one player! What she has to face is... the Welsh Green Dragon!"

　　 Bagman looked at Furong with a smile, and then announced the result of her draw.

　　 After hearing the final result, Furong's pale paper face suddenly became even more ugly. Although the Welsh Green Dragon is considered the bottom of the four fire dragons in terms of fierceness, but at the same time, she will also be the first to eat crabs, which can be regarded as a gain and a loss...

　　 Harry glanced at Fleur secretly. He knew he had guessed it correctly. Ms. Maxim had already told her what to face. Because she was not surprised to see the model, but had a resigned look.

　　 "Who is next?" Bagman muttered to Krum who was leaning on the edge of the tent, and then handed the bag up.

　　 Krum stretched his hand into the bag without blinking his eyes. When he took out his hand, there was a model of a Chinese fireball dragon in his palm, his number was 3.

　　 "It's time for me next?"

Before Bagman came over, Karl smiled and drew his wand slightly upwards. In the purple cloth bag, the tail and head were all covered with sharp teeth. The guy who looked like a double-headed mace slammed It sprang out, and then drew a beautiful arc in mid-air and finally fell into his hands.

"Perfect cast, Mr. Harris!" Bagman said with emotion, "Although the Hungarian hornet is the most dangerous of the four fire dragons, UU reading www.uukanshu.com, but I believe this is nothing to you .

　　 Then, Warrior Four, Carl Harris! "

　　 Harry couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief when everyone had chosen his own fire dragon, and only the second-ranked Swedish short-nosed dragon was left.

　　 The danger of this dragon is considered to be low to moderate, but there is still a lotus in front of him, which should be considered a good result for him at first...

　　 At least I didn’t get the most ferocious Hungarian hornet...

　　 "Okay, you all have it!" Bagman put a smile away and said seriously, "Everyone has drawn out the dragons to face, and the numbers refer to the order in which you want to fight the dragons, understand?

　　 Now I will go out, leave some time for you, I want to go out and explain. Miss Delacour, you will be the first one to walk out of the tent and go inside the wall when you hear the whistle, okay?

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

　　 Of course Karl knows what Bagman is going to do. The director of the Sports Department of the Ministry of Magic is actually a gambler, the Quidditch World Cup opened crazy.

　　 As a result... he overturned...

The Bulgarian team, which he had high hopes for, still lost to the Irish team at a slight disadvantage. Even if Krum grabbed the Golden Snitch, it was still of no avail. After this battle, Bagman was badly injured and the coffin was gone and owed. Debt.

　　 Give it a try, a bicycle becomes a motorcycle, for a gambler, nothing is more important than a chance to comeback...