Everyday Players at Hogwarts..

Chapter 637 I Want to Get It Done Quickly
In the end, Mr. Weasley believed Ginny's explanation.

It wasn't because he believed in Harry.

Harry had been intimate with Ginny for no reason many times when he was at the Weasleys'.

Even if they were in front of Harry.

He would not have behaved like this if the match had not been about to start and Minerva was not in front of him.

So, Mr. Weasley, with a stiff look on his face, led Harry into the tent.

The three people in the tent were the same as Harry had seen before.

They stood far away from each other.

Furong sat on a low wooden stool in the corner, looking particularly relaxed, as if she was on a picnic.

Both Krum and that Elvas looked very nervous.

When Harry came in, Krum hurried over to greet him, "You're finally here!"

His face, which had become even gloomier due to nervousness, brightened up slightly.

However, Elvas, who had foreseen all this, did not act as if he was profound as usual and said in advance, "Harry is coming" or something like that.

He just kept pacing back and forth in the other corner of the tent.

It occurred to Harry that if Ron were here, he would surely laugh and say something like "So will Elvas!"

"Everyone, time is urgent now." Mr. Weasley scratched the back of his head, which was still alive. "Your content today is... If I hadn't seen the power of group magic in the team competition, I would have thought I was crazy, okay, subdue the fire dragon.

There are four of them. These are their corresponding models.”

He held up a purple silk bag and waved it at them.

"You will select schools in the order of the previous team competition."

Mr. Weasley paused.

Harry just wanted to get started quickly.

Before the Popeye transformation on him ends.

Krum and Elvas didn't react at all.

Maybe they feel that if they open their mouths to speak, they will feel so anxious that they will vomit.

However, Furong raised her eyebrows and said in a nonchalant tone: "Can we start right away?
I say.

Isn't it just to deal with the fire dragon? "

Her words were rude though.

But on her, it looks delicate and cute.

Mr. Weasley seemed to think so too.

He didn't get angry, he just nodded.

He began to untie the cloth bag in a hurry.

Four small, lifelike dragon models appeared on the table in the middle of the tent.

They all spread their wings and revealed their sharp fangs.

"Harry, you first."

"I want it - the Hungarian Treespike." Harry grabbed the most ferocious of the four dragons, the one covered in spikes.

"Harry, this is--" Krum began to hesitate.

Mr. Weasley was also a little worried, but as the referee he still said nothing.

“I know it’s the best.

But think about it, why does the competition require us to subdue the fire dragon?

This disadvantage may turn into an advantage later." Harry said directly.

"Then I want it - the black dragon of the Hebdi Islands, the most combative of the remaining three fire dragons." He held the model with black scales, purple eyes and bat wings in his hand.

"Really, stop dragging your feet. This 'beautiful child' is mine." Furong really chose the most beautiful one among the four fire dragons - Australian Egg White Eye.

Its pearly scales sparkled, and its eyes, though pupil-less, were colorful.

But even so, this model did not take away any of Furong's glory.

Her presence eclipsed everything around her.

Even Elvas, who was worried about encountering the fastest and most poisonous Peruvian Venomous Dragon, couldn't help but lose consciousness for a moment.

But considering his ability to predict the future, he was probably distracted for more than just a moment.

"Then this is mine - the Peruvian Venomtooth." The smallest brass model flew into his hands.

"Okay, you all have it!" said Mr. Weasley. "You all have chosen the dragons you will face. The order in which you draw the dragons is the order in which you deal with them. Do you understand?

Well, I'm going to leave you for a moment because I have to explain to the audience. They also need to be familiar with the spell.

Fortunately, as soon as you came out, you were blessed with group magic.

Harry, you were the first one, you walked into the field as soon as you heard the whistle, got it?

And ... Harry ... you must be careful."

He walked out of the tent.

Only four people were left in the tent.

"I said, didn't they say it would be broadcast live?
I didn't see it." Krum said after he put the struggling Hebridean black dragon on the stool.

He was obviously trying to divert his tension.

Liven up the atmosphere.

"Right around the corner," said Elvas.

He pointed to the upper left side of the tent.

There was a small golden ball flapping its silver wings—the Golden Snitch!

But oddly enough, there was no trace of the familiar flapping of wings that Harry was so familiar with.

"Just relying on this little thing?
So what I just said was seen by the entire nation?" Harry said in disbelief.

"What little thing?

This is a great invention!" said Furong.

Because this little thing was actually the idea she provided, and Ryan put it into practice.

So she replied subconsciously.

Meanwhile, in the Leaky Cauldron.

Old Tom put down the cup he was wiping.

And all the wizards in the pub watching TV said: "To Harry Potter!"

In the Burrow, Mrs. Weasley watched the TV nervously, "It's crazy! Duel with a dragon! Arthur actually said everything."

In Atlantis, these images were broadcast to the sky.

The wizards below said:
"This Harry Potter has been here!"

"Then he is our Atlantis wizard!"

"Come on Harry Potter!"

"Show these guys the power of our Atlantis wizards!"

Harry, on the other hand, kept counting the time silently.

"Five minutes until Popeye's Transfiguration."

Then he heard a whistle outside.

He walked through the entrance of the tent and outside, the tension in his heart increasing little by little, reaching an unprecedented level.

However, at this time he behaved more calmly.

Through a gap in the fence.

He saw everything in front of him, hundreds of faces looking at him from the stands above.

Three different colored lights hit him.

His pupils disappeared and turned pure white. (Snape on the stage spat in hatred.)
His body began to be shrouded by an invisible stance.

A purple halo appeared above his head.

His muscles began to bulge.

The robe was torn.

Only a pair of shorts was left.

A green tornado gathered under his ribs.

His body began to become light and agile.

"Three minutes left.

Sorry,
I need to get this done quickly.”

Harry looked across the field.

There loomed the Hungarian treetop.

(End of this chapter)