The Shopkeeper of All Worlds in the British Wizarding World

Chapter 278 Come on stage
"Okay, you all got it!" Bagman said after seeing that all the players had drawn their lots. "You all drew the dragons you will face. The number on its neck is the order in which you will deal with the dragons. Do you understand? Okay, I have to leave you for a while because I have to explain to the audience. Fleur, you are the first one. You walk into the field as soon as you hear the whistle. Do you understand? Then before the game, Harry, I need to say a few words to you. The others get ready here. Harry, you come with me outside."

Sure enough, Bagman, the gambler, opened the market again. I hope he won’t lose his original capital this time.

After a while, a whistle sounded in the distance. Fleur then walked out, passing Harry at the door.

"Why does Bagman want to help me?" Harry asked in a low voice, leaning close to Ryan with some curiosity.

"First, you're famous, and everyone is paying attention to you. Second, as far as I know, Bagman lost a lot of money in the last Quidditch World Cup, and your odds in this Triwizard Tournament are very high." Ryan also answered Harry's question in a low voice. After finishing speaking, the two sat there and listened to the noise coming from outside.

"Oh, I'm not sure if that's a good idea!" they heard Bagman shout gleefully. "Oh... just a little bit! Look out... Good Lord, I thought she'd already got it!"

I have to say that Bagman's commentary was excellent, gripping and exciting. The only downside was that it made contestants like Ryan feel even more nervous after listening to it.

Ten minutes later, the audience burst into cheers again...Everyone knew that Furong must have succeeded.

Harry stood up in a daze. He was the second one, and when the applause and cheers rang out again, he walked out of the tent.

When Harry walked onto the field, everyone's eyes were on him, and the cheers from both sides were mixed with some unfriendly boos. But Harry didn't care about that at this time. As soon as he entered the field, he cast his eyes on the dragon on the other side of the field.

I have to admit that the Swedish short-nosed dragon in front of me is very beautiful. The silver-blue scales and the elegant streamlined body look very beautiful, but now the dragon is crouching there guarding its nest of eggs, with its wings half open, its eyes staring at Harry, and blue sparks coming out of its nose from time to time.

Harry looked at it and felt fortunate, because the short-nosed dragon had the highest agility among these dragons. Fortunately, he got the help of Ginny and Sirius, which gave him the confidence to win the game.

Summoning his broom, Harry began to fly around the dragon. When the dragon finally left its lair and started chasing Harry, Harry struck the dragon in the eye with an Eye Blindness Curse.

While the dragon was screaming in pain, Harry swooped down and grabbed the golden egg, then quickly pulled it up. At this time, the whole audience cheered like a tsunami.

Bagman watched Harry's perfect performance on the field with excitement. He felt that a large amount of gold Galleons were constantly closing the distance between him and him.

"Look!" Bagman shouted loudly, "Look! Our youngest warrior got the golden egg the fastest! Great, this will narrow the gap between Mr. Potter and other warriors! It also fully proves that Harry Potter is a real warrior."

"It seems that Harry has succeeded." Ryan was thinking when another girl from Beauxbatons walked out. If you ignore her slightly shaking hands, this girl was still very calm when she went out.

Fortunately, the first few contestants completed the competition smoothly, although Ryan could hear from Bagman's explanation that a few people might have suffered minor injuries.

But things changed a little after Krum entered the field. Ryan heard Bagman shouting, "Oh, God, be careful. Dragon trainer, hurry up and get on the field." Then there was the sound of a group of wizards chanting a stun spell and a heavy object falling to the ground. Then the noise on the field became louder.

"Everyone, be quiet." Ryan recognized the voice of Professor Dumbledore. "Please everyone return to your original seats. The dragon trainers have just demonstrated their ability to control unexpected situations, so everyone can calm down and continue to watch the game. Of course, Mr. Krum of Durmstrang will naturally receive the best self-treatment and will not have any sequelae. As we announced before the game, the safety of every contestant in this Triwizard Tournament will be guaranteed."

As expected, Dumbledore was a man of high moral character and respect. With his comfort, the audience gradually returned to silence. Finally, it was Ryan's time to go on stage.

After adjusting his mentality, Ryan left the tent after the whistle sounded, passed through the gap in the wooden railing, and came to the field.

Smelling the faint smell of barbecue in the air, coupled with a charred mark on the guard wall near the exit and a large pit on the ground, Ryan immediately deduced that Mr. Krum from Durmstrang had done something to anger the dragon, causing it to lose control and attack him when he was about to leave after winning the game, and the flames were even very close to the audience. Fortunately, the dragon trainers knocked the dragon unconscious in time under such circumstances, and the large pit on the ground should be left when the dragon fell.

Maybe all three principals would have taken action in this situation, but unfortunately I was in the tent just now and didn't see this wonderful scene.

Of course this was not a big regret, Ryan shook his head and prepared to start the game.

The Hungarian tree peak now stood on the other side of the field, half-raised and looking at Ryan vigilantly. From the sparks from his nostrils, it could be seen that he was a little impatient after a long wait, but he might feel that Ryan was not a big threat and there was still a nest of eggs to look at. So the dragon just stayed there and kept his eyes on Ryan.

The Hungarian Horntail is the largest of these dragons. Even though its mace-like tail did not use much force when whipping the ground, the thorns still made many deep pits in the ground.

Ryan raised his wand and spun it above his head. A light blue alchemy array rose from under his feet. Then some iron products on the field broke away from their original locations and flew towards Ryan.

"What on earth is our young contestant doing?" Bagman asked in a questioning tone. At this time, the iron tools had been melted into a sharp iron rod in front of Ryan, which was the length of a forearm and the thickness of a coin.

"We know that Ryan, the student off the field, is good at alchemy and even used it to pass the age circle. Now he is using alchemy to forge a weapon, but wielding a weapon and fighting a dragon is not a good idea."

At this time, the iron thorn had been forged and formed. Ryan used his magic wand to cut a small wound on his hand. Then he quickly used blood to add various runes to the iron thorn.

Because this process did not generate much energy fluctuation, the dragon just stayed there and watched Ryan vigilantly. However, it was a bit boring in this situation, and a buzzing noise began to come from the stage.

Especially after two minutes when the first iron spike was made, Ryan started to make another one. At this time, the noise on the field was even louder.

(End of this chapter)