Rebirth of the Harry Potter

The tent suddenly lit up.

Several people looked at the tent entrance.

There were only six people, five warriors and Bagman.

Fleur Delacour sat on a low wooden stool in the corner. She was nothing like the glorious appearance when she first came to Hogwarts, but her face was pale and haggard, as if she had a high fever. She glanced at Harry without emotion and then lowered her head again. Too.

Victor Krum looks more gloomy than usual, which is probably the way he shows his inner tension.

Cedric is one of the least nervous among the few people, and besides having a tight face, he seems quite confident about the game.

The two alternate warriors Polyaco Brown and Vincent Picoqui didn't know when, the relationship seemed to be very good, maybe because they were sympathetic to each other, they sat together, shaking their legs.

Although they didn't know what they were comparing today, there was always a huge roar from the tent, and every time they shouted, the warriors' faces paled.

Just listening to the deafening roar, you know that it is definitely some kind of large animal.

Bagman was walking around the house and saw Harry coming. He said happily: "Come on, let me tell you about your task."

"Have you heard the voice outside, that is the enemy you are facing...Fire Dragon!"

This is really a big surprise, just look at their faces.

There was no trace of blood on Poliaco Brown's face, and he said, "Murder! This is to kill us."

"No, no, it's not for you to fight with the fire dragon, you certainly can't do it. Inside, each dragon guards a golden egg, all you have to do is try every means to get the golden egg. You have to finish this One level, because there is a clue to the next level in the golden egg, without the golden egg, you cannot proceed to the next task."

Harry looked at the shocked faces of several people, very satisfied.

This is the result he wants. Before the game, I knew about the fire dragon, and there was no preparation. This is called the test of guts. It is boring to know in advance.

Bagman didn’t know whether he was in high spirits or gloating, he said: “Come on, there are six models of fire dragons. Whichever one you pick, you will face anything. I can tell you first that there are four types. Dragons, two Chinese fireball dragons, two Swedish short-nosed dragons, a Welsh green dragon and a Hungarian horned dragon, the warrior who selected the Hungarian horned dragon, may Merlin bless him."

Vincent Piccoy folded his hands together, chanting words, and was definitely praying not to pick the most powerful fire dragon.

Bagman pulled out a purple silk bag.

"Go ahead, lady first." He said, handing the bag to Fleur Delacour.

Furong reached into the bag with a trembling hand, and took out a small, beautifully modeled green dragon with a number around his neck: number three.

Bagman said: "The good luck girl is the Welsh Green Dragon. It should be the easiest of all fire dragons to deal with. Of course, it is only relatively speaking. Don't take it lightly."

Victor Krum pulled out the bright red Chinese fireball dragon with the number two on his neck. Without blinking his eyes, he sat down and stared at the ground.

Cedric Diggory reached into his pocket and pulled out the silver-blue Swedish short-nosed dragon with the number one on his neck.

He looked at his pocket, then at Harry, and said with a smile: "Potter, the probability of you choosing the Hungarian horned dragon is increasing."

Harry said: "Who teaches mathematics? Who tells you which order affects probability? Everyone is one-sixth of the same probability. Seeing how poor your probabilities are, you dare to speak. I have a question. I have asked you: there is a sissy wizard named Cedric who glares at nothing, it’s just the same name as you, not to say you... He will go out and sell **** 90% of the time, and only Selling three wizards is the same as the frequency of selling to three wizards. One day, someone did not find him in the first two wizards' homes. What is the probability that he was in the third wizard's home?"

Victor Krum looked at Harry in surprise.

Furong's lips opened slightly, and there was a feeling of knowing Harry again.

Cedric Diggory blushed and greened for a while, and angrily took his model dragon to the side. 135 Chinese

"Cough..." Bagman couldn't help but glanced at Cedric Diggory, thinking that Harry wouldn't be true.

Then Polyaco Brown and Vincent Piccoque took out the Swedish Short-nosed Dragon and the Chinese Fireball Dragon from the bag, respectively the fifth and fourth.

"Hehe..." Cedric Diggory mocked: "It turns out you have a 100% probability."

Then there was only one choice. Bagman put his chubby hands into the silk pocket and took out the Hungarian wasp. The little dragon spread its wings, exposing its small fangs. The neck read six. .

Bagman gave Harry a helpless expression.

"Okay, you all got it!" Bagman said, "You all got the fire dragon you will face. The number on its neck is the order in which you go to fight with the fire dragon. Do you understand? Well, I am now I want to leave because I have to explain to the audience. Mr. Diggory, you are the first one, as long as the whistle sounds, you walk into the venue, you know?"

Having finished speaking, Bagman entered the venue from the other exit of the tent.

Thousands of people talked in a tumultuous voice:

"Bet!"

"Bet! Come here to gamble!"

"Let's bet, let's go cycling to become a motorcycle!"

"The handicap is about to end, and you will miss it if you don't hurry."

"Come here and take a look, Victor Krum, a wise choice. Okay, San Gallon."

"Betting on Furong Dracul's first place ten times to one, get the certificate, thank you for your patronage."

Then, Bagman's loud voice spread throughout the stadium: "Today is a great day for everyone. An ancient game with a history of hundreds of years will restart...Every task is very difficult...Please spectators on the way Don't leave your seat at will, this will reduce your risk of injury..."

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Inside the tent, someone was suddenly opened, and a dark-haired girl flashed in quietly.

Furong looked at the dark-haired girl, her gaunt face complex.

"Huh~www.ltnovel.com~ Zhang Qiu, why are you here?" Harry asked: "You came to cheer me up? I said it was unnecessary."

Zhang Qiu said: "Harry, I'm not here to find you, I'm looking for Furong."

Harry: "(⊙o⊙)..."

Furong raised his head fiercely, very confused.

Zhang Qiu said: "Furong...Can I say a few words to you? Come outside."

"Um... ok." Furong didn't know why she agreed, she stood up and came outside the tent with Zhang Qiu. Zhang Qiu took her a little further away, into the trees, and then turned to look at her with a tangled expression.

"Say something quickly," Furong said coldly.

Zhang Qiu said: "I want to tell you..."

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