The Shopkeeper of All Worlds in the British Wizarding World

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Taking advantage of the time before the competition, Ryan found an opportunity to ask Professor McGonagall about many problems he encountered in Transfiguration when he was self-studying the magic book of Nymph. After confirming through some tests that Ryan's Transfiguration skills met the requirements, Professor McGonagall gave Ryan the Transfiguration of the Human Body, which was supposed to be taught in the Transfiguration Advanced Class. She even added a lot of her own valuable experience when teaching Ryan.

"I sincerely hope that you can win this competition, Ryan." Professor McGonagall said when Ryan was almost ready to leave.

"Thank you, Professor McGonagall, I am well prepared this time and I will definitely win." Ryan bowed to Professor McGonagall and left the classroom.

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

Ryan went to bed early on Monday night. After all, it was most important to adjust his condition before facing the battle.

The day of the competition soon arrived. Although Ryan wanted to complain about the fact that he had to attend classes in the morning before the afternoon competition, fortunately, the morning class was only the History of Magic, which gave Ryan enough time to deduce the content of the afternoon competition.

Because Quidditch was cancelled this year, the students of Hogwarts poured their enthusiasm into the Triwizard Tournament. Even though school was still in the morning, it did not dampen everyone's enthusiasm at all.

By noon, all the students knew about the afternoon competition. After lunch, the auditorium was soon filled with the noise of students. Of course, this noise had nothing to do with Ryan - because just after lunch, Professor McGonagall came over and asked Ryan to go to the competition venue in advance.

When Ryan stood up and prepared to go, he suddenly heard the sound of a stool being pulled away from behind, and then Hermione called him from behind, "Ryan——"

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

"It's definitely no problem." Ryan said and patted Hermione's back. Several students around who saw this scene exclaimed. Ryan even heard Ginny complaining quietly beside him: "It's terrible, why didn't I think of it..."

After saying goodbye to Hermione, Ryan and Harry walked around the edge of the Forbidden Forest and headed towards where the dragons were. A tent had been erected in the bushes that had allowed them to see the site clearly, blocking the dragons, with the entrance of the tent facing them.

Professor McGonagall seemed a little anxious along the way, and when she reached the door, she began to instruct Ryan and the others.

"Keep a cool head... We have arranged some wizards nearby. If the situation gets bad, they will come forward to control it... The most important thing is to give full play to your own abilities, Harry, and be safe. If you think you can't solve it, you can call for help directly. At this time, life is much more important than honor. Ryan, I know you are more prepared this time. But you must be as careful as possible after you go on stage, and don't be careless."

"No problem." The two said in unison. Looking at the two people's serious and calm facial expressions, Professor McGonagall seemed to relax a little and nodded to indicate 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 inside. It seemed that they were the first to arrive. After finding a stool to sit down, he turned around and asked Harry next to him: "Are you ready?"

"No problem." Harry's answer sounded a little nervous, but he could hear the confidence in it. "Sirius and Ginny came up with some good ideas, and Ginny and I have practiced them over the past two days."

"That's good, keep going!" Ryan said, clenching his fist in encouragement, and Harry smiled when he saw it. At this time, footsteps from the door interrupted their conversation, and the door curtain was opened, and Krum and another Durmstrang warrior walked in, and then found a stool to sit down.

As time went by, warriors and staff arrived one after another. Ryan saw that most of the warriors looked pale, and it seemed that they all knew what they were facing. It was obvious that the dragon posed enough threat to everyone.

After looking around the tent, Ryan found that he was the one with the best face among these warriors. It can only be said that everyone's psychological ability to withstand pressure is different, and their performance under pressure is also different. Of course, Ryan knew at this time that these people in front of him were worthy of being called warriors. After all, none of them fled in the face of battle. And the reason why he could be so calm was just because he had more practical experience. At least in Ryan's eyes, the dragon's lethality was not as strong as the blood god last year.

Besides, everyone who can sit here is a warrior, and those whose lips are trembling may not be because of fear. Maybe they are excited about the upcoming battle. Just like Ryan has seen people in other worlds who are happy to hear about war, they always seem very excited before each battle.

Finally, the tent door opened and in came Battie, dressed in an old Hornets uniform, clearly hoping to draw attention to his past glory instead of his middle-aged man's belly.

"There's no need to be nervous. Relax, just like you're at home!" Looking at everyone's faces, he tried to ease the atmosphere in the tent.

"--Are there fire dragons in the homes of wizards?" After hearing this, a strange idea suddenly popped up in Ryan's mind.

"Well, I'm glad to have you all here now, and I hope I'm not too late - time to introduce you to the situation!" Bagman said cheerfully. "Once the audience is gathered, I'm going to pass this bag to each of you in turn."

He raised a purple silk bag and shook it at all the warriors - "You pick out a small model of the thing you are about to face from it! They have different, um, types. I have one more thing. I want to tell you, well, your mission is to pick up the golden eggs!"

His words were incoherent, and the warriors sitting here all knew what the mission he was talking about was - crossing the fire dragon and getting the golden egg. However, no one could show that they understood it, because in theory they were not supposed to know it, and the scene became a little awkward.

Even as they were talking, they could hear footsteps and conversations outside the tent - it was obvious that the audience had begun to gather.

Hearing the noise outside getting louder, Bagman took out a pocket watch, looked at it, and then untied the purple bag.

"Come on, ladies first," he said, handing the bag to Fleur Delacour.

She reached a shaking hand into the bag and pulled out a tiny, lifelike model of a dragon—a Welsh green dragon, with a number tied around its neck: One.

Next came another warrior from Beauxbatons - she looked as pale as Fleur, and when she took it out, everyone realized that she had to deal with a Chinese fireball, but it was number three.

It seems that ladies are indeed given priority in this competition.

Krum was next to draw the lot, and he drew number four: a Welsh green dragon, just like Fleur, and his partner drew number five: a Romanian longhorn dragon.

Harry swallowed and reached stiffly into his pocket, his face turning even paler as he pulled something out and opened his hand - number two, Swedish short-nosed dragon.

Okay, Ryan now knows his opponent, Hungarian Horntail No. 6.

(End of this chapter)