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Augustus walked over to Fleur.

"Why did you come?" Furong said softly, but her tone was not as cheerful as usual. It seems that this game has put a lot of pressure on her.

What a Beauxbatons School of Witchcraft and Wizardry!

What the Delacour family!

What a Triwizard Tournament!

Fuck it!

At this moment, there was only Augustus in her eyes, she couldn't help but threw herself into Augustus' arms and hugged her beloved tightly.

Due to the romantic comfort of Augustus' "Six Seven Three", the tension in Furong's heart gradually dissipated, and only sweetness remained.

On the other side, Potter and Krum, who had been caught in Augustus' illusion at some point, did not see the romantic scene just now. With a snap of Augustus' fingers, the two came back to their senses, looking a little puzzled.

At this moment, the tent curtain was suddenly opened.

Dumbledore walked in in a dark purple robe covered with silver stars, followed by Barty Crouch, head of the Ministry of Magic's Department of International Exchange and Cooperation, with a small dark purple bag in his hand.

"Hello, warriors, please come here. You have waited for a long time and kept guessing. The moment to reveal the answer has finally arrived. This moment is only the four of you, so you will cherish it." Dumbledore walked in, Said to the four of Augustus.

"Barty, tell me." Dumbledore turned to Barty next to him.

Old Barty Crouch's short gray hair was neatly combed, he was wearing a gray suit, his expression was slightly tired and serious, and he was carrying a dark purple silk bag in his right hand as he walked to the center of the tent.

"Please stand in a circle around me." Old Batty said.

"Okay, now everyone's here - it's time to introduce you to the situation." Barty said meticulously

Barty raised the dark purple silk bag in his hand and shook it at them.

"You're going to pick out of this bag the little models that face that thing! You've got different—um—kinds. I have one more thing to tell you, your mission is to capture the golden egg behind the monster." Ba Ti looked around and continued, "Wait until the audience is in and start drawing.

Augustus looked around. Furong nodded, indicating that she understood what Barty said, and her expression was much lighter than before. Krum's expression was more gloomy than before, and Harry didn't react at all, probably because he thought he would vomit in panic when he opened his mouth.

In the blink of an eye, I heard the sound of hundreds of feet walking through the tent, and the owners of the feet were chatting and laughing excitedly... Then after the audience sat down, in the blink of an eye, Batty had turned on the dark purple silk bag..

"Ladies first," he said, and handed the bag to Fleur.

Fleur looked at the purple silk bag, without hesitation, put her hand into the bag, and took out a small and exquisite dragon model - a Welsh green dragon, with a metal plaque on its neck, which said No. 2.

Augustus couldn't help but nodded when he saw that Fleur had drawn the Welsh green dragon. After all, among the four dragon species, the Welsh green dragon was relatively the least aggressive.

Next was Krum, who reached into the bag and pulled out a bright red Celestial Fireball Dragon with the number three tied around his neck. Harry also stepped up, put his hand into his pocket, and pulled out the silver-blue Swedish short-nosed dragon with a number one on its neck.

In the end, only Augustus was left. He knew what he had left for himself. He walked up to 2.8, put his hand into the silk bag, and took out the Hungarian Horntail from it. Augustus looked down at the most dangerous dragon among the four dragon species. The Hungarian wasp in the palm of the hand spread its wings and turned its neck to Augustus to look at him, revealing small fangs, but because of its small size, it looked a little cute. .

To be honest, Augustus still prefers to draw the Celestial Fireball Dragon, even though he has already killed one in Romania before...