I'm the king of the roll at Hogwarts

Chapter 267 Hungarian Horntail

Time always flies fast, especially when everyone is praying that time will go slower - no one wants to face those dragons in a hurry, it's true.

When there was a commotion outside, Mr. Bagman jumped out of his seat and began to untie the purple silk bag.

"How come time goes by so fast..." Fleur whispered. Marilyn beside her nodded hurriedly. Even the students at Durmstrang felt the same way.

Louis understood him very well. When he was in the third grade of primary school, he represented the school in a performance. When he was waiting in front of the stage, he felt that time passed very quickly.

Of course, it was in his previous life, there was a group recorder performance, and he was the only one who was just filling in the gaps.

"Ladies first--" Bagman stretched out his voice, hesitating whether to give it to Katherine, Fleur or Marilyn first. In the end, he gave the bag to Katherine: "Host first, I think you should have no objection."

Of course, Fleur would have no objection, after all, Catherine was her benefactor; and Marilyn would have even less objection - she didn't want to be the first to draw.

She was now in tears in her heart. Why did she think that the warriors of Beauxbatons were so popular at that time? She even cried for such a lousy position. Now she wished she could travel back in time and slap herself 1,682 times.

There is no place to buy medicine for regret, so I can only wait to draw the little cutie.

Catherine said nothing. She stood up and bowed slightly to Mr. Bagman. She reached into the bag with her white lace-gloved hand and quickly pulled out a small, lifelike black dragon. The dragon spread its wings and showed its tiny fangs at Catherine. There was a tag around its neck with the number one on it.

Catherine frowned and looked at the little fire dragon that was still baring its teeth at her, revealing a hint of displeasure. She really didn't like this arrogant guy.

"Oh, it seems that our Miss Volley is unlucky. The Hungarian Horntail is the most aggressive dragon—" Mr. Bagman said here. Seeing that he had attracted everyone's attention, he smiled and said, "I know what you are expecting. Without a doubt, the Hungarian Horntail is recognized as the most dangerous and aggressive dragon in the world."

After these words were spoken, the warriors looked at each other and all breathed a sigh of relief.

The most dangerous one is taken away by someone...

Then it was Furong and Marilyn's turn. Furong reached out and pulled out a green dragon. It looked quite obedient and was napping in her palm. She was the luckiest one. She drew the worst Welsh green dragon with a number plate on it, number three. Marilyn was also lucky. She drew an Australian white eye. Unlike most dragons that like to live in the mountains, Australian white eyes live in valleys. They are about ten meters long and of medium size. They are named "white eyes" because they have no pupils in their eyes.

This is a less aggressive dragon, rarely killing unless it is extremely hungry. Its favorite food is sheep, but it has been known to attack larger prey, but usually when it is extremely hungry.

The number written on Marilyn's Australian eye is four.

Next it was the turn of the two Hogwarts warriors. Cedric seemed to be praying, and no one knew who he was praying to. Anyway, he touched a small silver-blue dragon - a Swedish short-nosed dragon with number two written on it. Harry's luck didn't seem to be very good, as he had seen the dragon he drew before. It was a red Norwegian Spinosaurus - Norbert, who Hagrid raised in the first grade, was a Norwegian Spinosaurus.

Norwegian Spinosaurus are very dangerous. Although they don't look as ferocious as some fire dragons, they have a rather violent temperament - they have sharp fangs, like to hunt large animals, and are the first species of all fire dragons that can spit flames. In other words, they are very good at breathing fire.

"Wow, a dragon from my hometown..." Mr. Bagman said with a smile after seeing the green, horned little fire dragon that Vasily caught, and then immediately added, "Oh, sorry, Mr. Petrenko, I forgot you are not Romanian... Well, this dragon is a Romanian long-horned dragon. They have well-developed muscles and strong bodies. Look... As you can see, it has horns on its head. When it hunts, it likes to pierce its prey with its horns first, and then spit out flames to roast the prey..."

Hearing this, Vasily shuddered involuntarily.

This is so fucking scary.

The last one is Viktor Krum, who drew the Seris Fireball Dragon, also known as the Lion Dragon because of its bad temper. It is very smart and has amazing agility, but it can be easily angered - however, this does not prevent it from being dangerous.

Krum said nothing, glanced up at Mr. Crouch, and sat back in his seat.

"Okay, you all have it," said Mr. Bagman. "You all drew the dragons you will face. Yes, these things represent the types of dragons you will face. The numbers on their necks are the order in which you will go out to compete. Do you understand? Each of them protects a golden egg. Your task is simple. Get the golden egg - this task must be completed, because there is a clue in the golden egg. Without it, you can't proceed to the next task..."

"Well, I'm going to leave you for a moment because I'm going to be the commentator for the audience... Miss Worley, you are the first one. When you hear the whistle, you walk into the field. Got it?"

At this point, Mr. Bagman changed the subject and said gently to Harry, "Harry, can I talk to you for a few minutes? Come outside."

"Oh... okay..." Harry said blankly. He stood up and walked out of the tent with Mr. Bagman.

The atmosphere in the tent was almost frozen, and the warriors were unwilling to break the silence - in other words, no one wanted to bring up the topic first, and the saying "silence is golden" was fully implemented by them at this moment.

After an unknown amount of time, Cedric was the first to break the silence. He laughed and said, "Dragon..."

Then, noticing everyone was looking at him, he scratched his head and added, "Haha... I hope the dragon we're facing doesn't go crazy."

"I hope so." Krum nodded, glanced at Louis, then lowered his head and stopped talking.

After an unknown amount of time of silence, a whistle sounded, Catherine stood up, looked at the warriors, then leaned over and kissed Louis on the cheek.

"Be careful." It was impossible for Louis to say he wasn't nervous. After seeing Catherine's lips curled up, he immediately said, "Forget it, I'll go over and take a look..."

He felt more nervous now than if he had gone up there himself - to be honest, if he had gone up there himself, he wouldn't have been nervous. It wasn't that he didn't trust Catherine, but...he was simply nervous because of his concern. Concern can lead to confusion.

"Good luck to you, Miss Worley," Fleur said aloud.

Catherine turned around and smiled at Furong. At this time, the warriors gave their blessings to Catherine one after another. No matter whether they were sincere or false, Catherine didn't care. She just nodded slightly and walked out of the tent in a leisurely manner, without taking away a cloud.

When I went out, I saw Harry walking towards me.

"Good luck, Catherine," Harry grinned.

"Hmm." Catherine hummed to show that she understood, and took Louis' hand and walked towards the center of the venue.

They walked past the bushes and through a gap in the fence - in front of them was the competition venue, which was much wider than the Quidditch pitch. Louis remembered clearly that this was originally a wasteland. It seemed that the people from the Ministry of Magic had made an effort, otherwise how could such a magnificent venue be built overnight.

It was like the Colosseum in ancient Rome - calling it the Colosseum was an overstatement, because the middle of the Colosseum was not so rugged. In the center of the venue there were rocks standing in a jagged and steep pattern. On the highest rock was a golden egg, which sparkled when the sunlight shone on it.

And above the golden egg, stood the Hungarian Horntail. It crouched uneasily, guarding the golden egg, with its wings half folded. Its vicious yellow vertical pupils were staring at Catherine who walked into the venue from outside.

"Worley! Worley! Worley!" The students at Hogwarts were shouting Catherine's name frantically. At this moment, the students all forgot the distinction between the colleges. Now on the field, the only warrior from Hogwarts was Catherine Worley.

Louis squeezed up along the stands, pushing his classmates aside and coming to the professors' seats. His mother was sitting with Solanlian and Ye Ziyan. The three sisters were chatting and laughing, not caring at all about Catherine who was standing below.

Especially Solanlian, who was holding a handful of melon seeds in her hand.

Louis walked over, hooked his finger on Solanlian's face, and asked with some dissatisfaction: "Lian, aren't you worried about Catherine? That's the Hungarian Horntail, the most dangerous fire dragon!"

"Why worry about her?" Solanlian snorted, "You've trained that little girl better than I have. I think we should worry about that Hungarian Horntail."

Louis looked at Solanlian helplessly. Well, forget it, nothing to say. He looked worriedly at the venue. He felt that he could not be as heartless as Solanlian. He was extremely nervous now.

However, from an angle that he couldn't see, Solanlian's toes were almost tearing the soles of her shoes. She forced herself to pretend that she didn't care, but in fact, she didn't dare to look at the center of the venue.

Solanlian was much more nervous than Louis.

Emma knew her best sister's temper and didn't expose her, but just poured her a cup of tea.

In the referee's booth, Karkaroff saw Catherine's calm demeanor and muttered with some disdain: "Who does she think she is? Does she really think the first event is just a joke? Look, she's wearing a skirt..."

Yes, Catherine was still wearing her regular dress, and even had seven or eight green and white bows tied in her hair. When she stood in front of the Hungarian Horntail, the whole audience burst into warm cheers again. The Slytherins held high the green flag with the name "Catherine Worley" embroidered in gold, and shouted Catherine's name loudly.

The distinction was clear: Slytherin's place was filled with Catherine's flags or name banners, Gryffindor's were all Harry's, and Hufflepuff's were all Cedric's - poor Eagle House, they seemed like outsiders, out of place, but that didn't stop them from joining the ranks to cheer for Catherine.

In such a warm atmosphere, there is no such thing as house prejudice. Even Harry or Cedric would cheer for them. After all, at this moment, they not only represent their own house, but also Hogwarts and fight for Hogwarts.

The Hungarian Horntail was extremely large. From a distance, if the Hungarian Horntail was the size of a palm, then Catherine was even smaller than a little finger. The Hungarian Horntail was covered with thick scales. It violently twisted its thorny tail and slammed on the ground, leaving several meters long, bumpy marks on the hard stone.

"Oh——" the students exclaimed. They had not expected that the giant dragon in front of them could even leave marks on the extremely hard rock.

"Ladies and gentlemen, classmates..." Mr. Bagman's voice sounded, "The Triwizard Tournament, which has not been held for many years, has officially begun. What is being carried out now is the first event of our Triwizard Tournament, which is to seize the golden eggs in the dragon's nest under the watchful eyes of the dragon!"

"Of course, this project is somewhat dangerous, but I believe our warriors will certainly overcome all difficulties and complete the test of this project - then, I declare that the competition officially begins!"

"The first warrior to take the stage is Miss Catherine Worley, a warrior from Slytherin House at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. The dragon she will face is the most dangerous, notorious, and ferocious dragon - the Hungarian Horntail!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the stadium erupted in cheers even louder than before, and the Hogwarts classmates could be heard shouting "Worey" in unison.

Louis saw that although Solanlian did not turn her head to look at the center of the field, she kept glancing over there out of the corner of her eyes.

She is such a tsundere. Like mother, like daughter.

The students' shouting seemed to have angered the fire dragon on the field. The Hungarian Horntail twisted its body restlessly. If it hadn't had the iron chain locked around its neck, it would have flapped its wings and taken off on the spot, giving the tiny long-haired human in front of it a small fire dragon shock.

"Roar!" The fire dragon let out an angry howl, and the sound waves caused by the roar stirred up waves of gravel. Catherine looked at the roaring fire dragon in front of her calmly, and took out the leaf wand from her pocket slowly.

(End of this chapter)