Chapter 275： Game start

Taking advantage of this time before the game, Ryan found an opportunity to ask Professor McGonagall about many of the metamorphic problems he had encountered while self-study Ning Fu's magic book. After confirming through some tests that the level of Ryan ’s deformity reached the requirements, Professor McGonagall handed over to Ryan the human deformity that was supposed to be taught by the deformation improvement class. She even added a lot of her own valuable experience while teaching Ryan.

"I sincerely hope you will win this competition, Ryan," Professor McGonagall said when he was about to leave.

"Thank you, Professor McGonagall. I am ready this time and I will definitely win." Ryan said a bow to Professor McGonagall before leaving the classroom.

In addition to Professor McGonagall, Professor Flitwick and Professor Sprout both provided some help to Ryan. It seems that most of the professors in the school are willing to provide some convenience to the warriors of the school.

On Monday night Ryan went to bed early, after all, it was most important to adjust his state before facing the battle.

The game day soon came, although Ryan was very tempted to say that he had to have normal classes in the morning in the afternoon. Fortunately, this morning was just a history of magic, which allowed Ryan enough time to deduce the content of the afternoon game.

Because Quidditch was canceled this year, Hogwarts students poured their enthusiasm into the Triwizard Tournament. Even if the school is still in the morning class, but in no way diminish everyone's enthusiasm.

By noon, all the students knew about the afternoon game. After lunch, the auditorium was filled with the noise of students. Of course, these noises have nothing to do with Ryan—because Professor McGonagall came over and asked Ryan to go to the game early.

Ryan suddenly stood up and heard the sound of the stool pulling away from behind, and then Hermione called him behind, "Ryan--"

"What—" Ryan was hugged by Hermione just after she turned around, and then she leaned in and said, "Good luck, you will succeed."

"Surely no problem." Ryan said and patted Hermione's back gently. Several students around the scene saw this scene with exclamation. Ryan even heard Ginny whispering next to him, "It's terrible, why didn't I think of ..."

After saying goodbye to Hermione, Ryan and Harry walked around the edge of the forbidden forest and walked towards the place where the dragon was. The grove of trees that could have seen the site at this moment has erected a tent to block the fire dragons, and the entrance of the tent is facing them.

Along the way, Professor McGonagall felt a little anxious, and when she walked to the door, she began to tell Lane both of them.

"Keep your heads calm ... We have arranged some wizards next to them. If the situation is not good, they will come forward to control the situation ... The most important thing is to give full play to your own ability, Harry, pay attention to safety. If you think it is resolved You can call for help directly. At this time, life is more important than glory. Ryan, I know that you are well prepared this time. But after playing, you must be as careful as possible. Do n’t be careless. "

"No problem." The two said in unison. Looking at the facial expressions of the two who looked more solemn and plain, Professor McGonagall looked slightly relaxed, nodding his head to signal that they could go in.

The plot has changed slightly. When Ryan and Harry walked into the tent, they found that there was no one in it. It seemed that they were the first to arrive. After finding a stool to sit down, he turned his head and asked Harry beside him: "Are you ready?"

"No problem." Harry's answer sounded a little nervous, but he could hear the confidence contained in it. "Sirius and Ginny have proposed several good methods, and Ginny and I have already practiced those methods in the past two days."

"That's good, come on!" Ryan said after making a fist and encouraged, and Harry smiled when he saw it. At this time, the footsteps at the door interrupted their conversation. As soon as the curtain opened, Krum and another Demstrand warrior walked in, and then found a stool to sit down.

Over time, the Warriors and staff arrived one after another. Ryan saw that most of the warriors were pale. It seemed that they already knew what they were going to face. Obviously, the dragon brought enough threats to everyone.

After looking around the tent for a week, Ryan discovered that he was one of the best-looking men among these warriors. It can only be said that everyone's psychological resistance is different, and their performance when facing stress is also different.

Of course, Ryan knew at this time that the people in front of him were enough to be called warriors. After all, none of them was on the run. And being able to be so calm just takes advantage of more actual combat experience. At least in Ryan's eyes, the dragon's lethality is not as strong as the blood **** last year.

And all of you who can sit here are warriors, and those trembling lips are not necessarily because of fear. Maybe it's because I'm excited about a battle soon. Just like Ryan had seen people who liked the battle in several other worlds, they were very excited before each battle.

Finally the tent door lifted, and Batty came in, wearing an old Hornets robe. Obviously he hopes to evoke everyone's glorious memories of his past, instead of focusing on the belly of his middle-aged man. .

"Everyone doesn't have to be nervous. Relax, just like in your own home!" Looking at everyone's face, he tried to soothe the atmosphere in the tent.

"--Is there a fire dragon in the wizard's house?" After hearing this, Ryan suddenly had a strange thought in his mind.

"Okay, I'm very happy that everyone is here now, I hope it's not too late-it's time to introduce you to the situation!" Bagman said cheerfully, "After the audience gathers ~ www.novelhall.com ~ Take this bag in turn to each of you. "

He lifted a purple silk bag and shook it to all the warriors— "You pick out the small model of the thing you are going to face from each other! They are different, uh, kind. I have one more thing I want to tell you, uh, your task is to pick up golden eggs! "

The preface of what he said does not follow, and the warriors sitting here now know what he is talking about-crossing the fire dragon and obtaining the golden egg. But everyone can't show that they understand this thing, because in theory they shouldn't know, and the result is a little embarrassing.

Just as they spoke, the sound of footsteps and conversations were heard outside the tent—obviously, the audience had begun to gather.

Hearing the noisy noise outside, Bagman pulled out a pocket watch and untied the purple bag.

"Come on, ladies first." He said as he handed the bag in front of Fleur delacour.

She put a trembling hand into the bag, and took out a small, delicate model of the dragon, which is a Welsh green dragon, with a number around her neck: number one.

Next was another warrior at Booth Button-she was as pale as Furong. When she pulled out, everyone found out that she needed to deal with a Chinese fireball, but it was number three.

It seems that this game is indeed a priority for ladies.

The next draw was Krum, drawing the fourth pick: a Welsh green dragon like Fleur. Then his companion drew out the fifth Romanian long-horned dragon.

Harry swallowed and foamed his hands stiffly into his pocket. His face turned whiter when he took out his things and spread them out-number two, the Swedish short-nosed dragon.

Well, Ryan now knows his opponent, the Hungarian Hornets on the 6th.