Chapter 286： Fire dragon?

On the parchment, the Australian protein eye with colorful glare was still roaring at everyone.

"They want you to deal with a fire dragon?" Penello covered his mouth nervously, "How is this possible."

Mike patted Penello lightly for comfort, and motioned for her to look down.

At this time, more words gradually appeared on the parchment:

Australian Protein Eye

‘For a long time, it has been known as the most beautiful fire dragon. Its body is covered with pearl-like scales, and its sparkling, colorful eyes have no pupils.

Australian protein eyes are of moderate size, weighing approximately two to three tons.

It has a mild temperament, loves to eat sheep, and can eject a very bright red flame. ’

Warriors one-stage mission

‘Capture the golden egg of the fire dragon’s nest. ’

With the appearance of this text, the group on the parchment has also changed.

A nest appeared next to the fire dragon. There were about five or six eggs in it, most of which were off-white, but one of them was very conspicuously golden.

‘Recommended customs clearance method:

1. Use the eye disease spell to make the fire dragon lose sight.

2. Use Transfiguration to mutate sheep to make the fire dragon out of the nest.

3. Use flying curse to steal. ’

After the display was completed, the Australian protein eye fire dragon on the parchment spit out a bright red flame in the mouth, and then the whole parchment began to spontaneously ignite, and finally turned into nothingness, leaving no ashes.

"This... shouldn't this be a pre-match guide?"

Penello stammered.

She is not a fool either. Even if an event with a high casualty rate such as the Triwizard Tournament has undergone reforms, it will not give players such a detailed "strategy" before the game.

"Of course, I cheated." Mike said of course, "Cheating is the practice of the three finals, so you don't have to worry about it."

"Then, how are you going to deal with this Australia but with a blank eye?" Franklin asked cautiously, "That's an adult fire dragon!"

"Yes, Mike." Penello echoed. "There are three plans on the note. Which one do you plan to use?"

"I don't need any of them."

Mike said so, and Franklin on the side showed a black question mark face.

"It's just a fire dragon, it's not as difficult as you think."

Franklin and Penello looked at each other speechlessly. This is a grown-up fire dragon. No matter whether it is physical fitness or breathing power, ordinary wizards can't contend. How can you say it is so light?

But Mike was telling the truth.

He really didn't pay attention to a pure fire dragon, or a fire dragon with restricted range of movement.

Although he was busy during this period, he still did not let go of the daily meditation and mantra practice.

Now, his strength has reached a terrifying level.

According to his rough estimate, if he had let go of all the restrictions, he should be able to fight Snape back and forth.

But if it is a life and death battle, it is hard to say, after all, there are too many battles between wizards.

Compared with the power controlled by the wizards, the physical quality of the wizards is so weak that it makes the scalp numb.

...

When Mike arrived in the auditorium the next morning, he became the focus of the crowd again.

It was so rushed last night, no one except the people who started Ravenclaw College had time to congratulate Mike.

So now that there is a chance, these people will come all at once.

With a formulaic smile on the face of the crowd, Mike shook hands with the visitors over and over again and thanked them for their congratulations.

At the same time, he also noticed that most of the people who came to congratulate him still had a magic badge hanging on their chests.

It can be seen that this badge should be made spontaneously by the students, because it is not too exquisite, and it is just added some crude image and text magic, so that the images and text on it can be constantly changed.

And on the badge, it is Mike's head that is changing at the moment, and there is even this line of artistic words underneath, which reads: Support Mike Tonley. A true warrior at Hogwarts.

"Not bad, right?" Slytherin's Chris said leaning against Mike with a smile, "Wait, there is something more awesome!"

With that said, Chris pressed the badge.

Then the picture on the badge began to change.

The background color on the top changed from shiny gold to dark green, the head of the character turned into Harry, and finally the text below turned into ‘Potter Smelly! ’.

There are many people around Mike. Except for a small number of Gryffindor students, the students of the other three colleges all carry this badge.

At this moment, they all pressed the badges on their chests, and then, under the shining green light, everyone laughed weirdly.

Mike didn't smile, he just looked at Chris blankly.

The laughter in Chris's mouth, who was staring at Mike, stopped abruptly, and explained to Mike with some embarrassment:

"These are some badges made internally by our Slytherin. After all, Slytherin is also a member of Hogwarts. Although we don't like you as a warrior, we still have to support those who should be supported. Then, Ravenk The classmates of Law and Hufflepuff also seemed to like the badge very much, so we gave them a part."

"That's right! Mike!" a senior Hufflepuff boy on the side said with a flushed face, "We are convinced to be a warrior! But this villain (he pokes the green Harry's portrait on his chest with his finger) We will never accept it!"

There was a sound of sympathy around him.

Mike shook his head speechlessly.

He was really helpless in the current situation. People would only selectively believe what they were willing to believe. Now even if Mike helped Harry explain, others would only think it was Mike's humility.

Therefore, Mike can only say sorry to Harry.

Compared with the intense reactions of the students, the professors are much calmer.

Mike didn't have many classes today, just two curse classes and two Muggle studies classes.

Among them, Professor Flitwick didn't have much reaction, just smiling at Mike throughout the class.

The middle-aged female professor in the Muggle Studies class is different. This guy simply praised Mike. When he brags to his classmates, he also hints to everyone from time to time that Mike is able to achieve his current achievements. It is because of her good teaching.

This makes Mike really overwhelmed. If it is a personal microphone, he can turn his face on the spot, but facing a professor... Mike can only pray that get out of class will end soon.

Fortunately, God seemed to have heard Mike's prayer. While Mike was still holding back the awkwardness and cooperating with the professor's bragging, a panting lower grade Ravenclaw boy suddenly broke into the Muggle study classroom.

"Teach...Professor, they want Tomley... Senior Tomley will go upstairs now."

"Huh?" The middle-aged female professor glared at the man uncomfortably, "Who are they?"

"Yes... it's Mr. Bagman." The boy said uneasily. "All the warriors are going. I think they are going to take pictures..."

The middle-aged female professor rolled her eyes. As an undervalued professor who doesn't take the course seriously, she rarely has the time to brag to others.

But now it seems that today's happy time is coming to an end, and she still can't resist the orders of the senior officials of the Ministry of Magic.

So, ten minutes later, Mike with a smile on his face finally appeared in a small classroom.

"Oh! Oh! He's here! Hogwarts warrior!" An old woman with curly blonde hair and glasses greeted Mike, "Come in, Mr. Townley. We're going to start. The ritual to test the wand is up, and the other warriors and referees will arrive soon.

This woman Mike knew, the reporter who had worked with him several times to write black manuscripts-Rita Skeeter.

He quietly avoided Rita Skeeter's hand extended, then nodded slightly at her, and said:

"Hello, Ms. Skeeter."

"Hello! Hello! It's my honor to meet you!"

Rita Skeeter said flatly, not seeing the embarrassment of being refused a handshake.

The desks and chairs in the classroom have long been piled up to the back, leaving a large open space. In the center of the open space, Ludo Backman sat there in a daze, and on the other side of the open space, Victor -Krum shrinks in the corner alone as usual, not talking to anyone.

"Mike!"

A nice female voice came, and when Mike heard about his reputation, he saw Fleur walking towards him with a smile.

"You are finally here!" Furong shook her head while talking, her long silver hair flashed with a dazzling light, "I am almost suffocated by myself!"

After all, she took Mike's arm for granted.

Rita Skeet's eyes lit up at the sight, frantically gesturing towards the chubby cameraman.

And the cameraman who was taking pictures crazy toward Krum finally reacted and pointed the camera at Mike and Fleur.

"Perhaps you can talk to Krum." Mike glanced at Rita Skeeter, who was so excited that he could barely control himself, and said slowly, "Look, he looks pitiful all alone."

"I don't want it!" Fleur twisted her lower body around Mike's arm, and the two indescribable groups squeezed on Mike's arm constantly deforming. "That guy doesn't even speak English, I have nothing to talk about with him! "

Just as Mike was about to reply, Ludo Buckman, who was in a daze not far away, suddenly stood up.

"Here comes! The fourth warrior! Harry Potter!"

Ludo seemed to be quite excited, which made his voice sound more vibrato.

"Emm, hello, Mr. Ludo." Harry greeted with an awkward smile, "Hello, Mike."

"Okay, don't waste time. We have to check whether your wands are fully functional and perform well, because in future games, the wands may be the only thing you can rely on, haha." Ludo smiled wretchedly "The expert is upstairs, with Dumbledore. After the wand test is completed, we will take pictures, and then you will need to be interviewed by reporters. Well, this is Rita...Uh...Rita ..."

"Rita Skeeter! Mr. Bagman!"

Rita Skeeter gritted her teeth and reminded.

"Well, Ms. Rita Skeeter!" Ludo waved his hand and led the crowd towards the stairs. "Let's go, everyone."

Upstairs in this classroom is a bright attic. Inside the attic is a long table covered with a velvet tablecloth. Karkaroff, Maxim and Mr. Crouch are sitting on it.

In the attic window stood Dumbledore and an old man whom Mike felt familiar.

"Allow me to introduce Mr. Ollivander." Dumbledore returned to the referee seat alone. "Mr. Ollivander is one of the only remaining wand masters in Europe. Almost all wizards in the entire country have their wands. His handwriting."

Ollivander stood up and bowed slightly to everyone.

Only then did Mike remember who he was.

The old man who opened a small shop in Diagon Alley specializing in selling magic wands.

"Miss Delacour, will you come first?"

As Ollivander spoke, he walked to the open space in the middle of the house price.

Furong took a deep breath, shook her hair, and passed her magic wand to Ollivander.

The wand was spinning like a baton in Ollivander's hand, and many pink and gold sparks were continuously ejected from the tip of the wand, and then he put the wand in front of him, looked carefully, and smelled it again.

"I don't see whose work it is, but the craftsmanship is pretty good!" He said, "Maple wood, nine inches long, and the core is...oh! Merlin!"

Suddenly, he stopped and looked at Furong in disbelief.

"The core is Veeva's hair, it's my grandma's hair."

Furong said nervously, her eyes drifting towards Mike unconsciously.

She has already admitted that her grandmother is a Veeva in this passage, and she has a part of Veeva blood.

This kind of mixed blood of wizards and magical creatures is much lower than Muggle blood in the traditional concept of pure blood Especially mixed or Veeva, usually only regarded by wizards as rbq The blood of the lower creatures.

It can be said that this is also France where the atmosphere is open.

If it were in the country, Furong would never have the chance to be born. Once other wizards knew that her grandmother had given birth to a child who was mixed with the wizard, they would immediately run over and strangle the mother and son to death.

Even in France, her pedigree is still shameless by many people.

So, she is very worried now, worried that Mike will also hate her because of her blood.

Fortunately, Mike did not have any disgusting look on his face. On the contrary, he was now applauding to Furong.

"What a wonderful combination! Although I myself have never used Veeva hair as a core. I think the wand made of Veeva hair is a bit...well, too sensitive and capricious. But I believe this wand is definitely the most suitable your!"

Ollivander was blowing a rainbow fart in his mouth, and at the same time stroked the wand with his fingers, checking it for scratches and defects.

Then he whispered: "The orchid is in full bloom!"

Everyone only heard a muffled sound, and a bunch of flowers bloomed from the tip of the stick.

"It's in a pretty good state! I can see that you cherish it quite a bit." Ollivander handed the bouquet to Hibiscus, "Come on, beautiful flowers with beautiful ladies! This is a traditional and beautiful combination!"

Ollivander was speechless, but Fleur completely ignored him.

I saw Fleur grabbing the bouquet in Ollivander's hand, turning it into a magic wand with a flick of his arm, and then bounced back to Mike's side.