On the night when he and Hagrid went to see the dragon, Harry waited very late in the Gryffindor common room. However, he refused to give up and waited until the eastern sky was dimly lit, but Sirius did not appear.
It seemed that he missed the scheduled meeting time with Sirius after all.
In fact, just minutes before he hurried to the common room, Sirius Black's face had disappeared from the fireplace. But for just a few minutes, he had to wait for nearly an entire night.
And it was Maka who caused all this!
If Maka hadn't gone to work as an image consultant for Hagrid, Harry might have been back ten minutes earlier in the morning, which would have been just the right time.
It is worth mentioning that Harry did not wait for Sirius Black, but instead waited for Ron.
At that time, he was wearing a pair of brown and purple pajamas with swirl patterns, walked into the common room, stopped suddenly in front of Harry, and looked around.
"If you don't sleep so late, what are you doing here?" Ron said with a straight face.
"What does this have to do with you?" Harry, who had been impatient for a long time, shouted, "What are you doing here?"
"I'm just worried. I don't know if you-" Ron stopped and shrugged, "It's nothing. I went back to sleep."
"You just want to snoop around, don't you?" Harry shouted.
"I'm sorry," Ron said, his face red with anger, "I should understand that you don't want to be disturbed. OK, I'll step aside and you can continue to rehearse your next interview quietly! The savior of the world, Champions of Hogwarts!”
Harry grabbed a badge from the table that said "Potter Stinks" and threw it across the room. The badge hit Ron on the forehead and bounced away.
"Here you go," said Harry, "Here you go with Tuesday on your chest! If you're lucky, you might as well get a scar... That's what you want, isn't it?"
That badge was made by Malfoy from someone unknown. If he clicked on it, it would turn into "Cedric Diggory is the Warrior." In the evening just now, several students who supported Harry were trying to figure out how to change it. Change it to a sentence that supports Harry.
But obviously, that didn't seem to be successful.
At this time, Ron was covering his forehead and looking at him silently.
To be honest, Harry even wanted Ron to punch him hard. However, Ron just wore his thin pajamas and stood there blankly for a while, then turned around and went back to the dormitory without saying a word.
"Coward!" Harry muttered angrily.
After that, Harry waited in the lounge until dawn. But it turned out that he was just wasting his time.
After thinking about it for a while, he blamed Ron for this incident - maybe Sirius didn't show up because Ron suddenly ran out and scared Sirius away.
In fact, he also understood that even if it was really because of Ron, Ron would not know what he had accidentally messed up. He understood that Ron didn't mean it, but he didn't care about anything - at this moment, he felt that everything about Ron was so disgusting, from head to toe, including the few inches of his ankles that were exposed under his pajamas.
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Because Harry missed the meeting with Sirius, this directly resulted in him not getting any tips on how to deal with the fire dragon from his godfather.
All day Sunday, Harry and Hermione spent their free time in the library. They pulled out every book related to dragons they could find, and the two of them began to search through a large pile of books like a needle in a haystack.
But no valuable information was found.
But in the afternoon, Harry met Moody by "coincidence" in a certain corridor.
"Um—Professor, I'm going to take herbal medicine class—"
"Don't worry about that, Potter. Please... who's there!" Moody seemed to hear something. He suddenly looked around, but found nothing.
In order not to let go of any possibility, Moody even leaned out of the corridor window and looked outside several times.
Harry looked at Moody with a puzzled expression, not knowing what to do.
"Did he escape... Please come with me, Potter."
Harry followed him forward, feeling uneasy as he didn't know what would happen next. This weird guy seems to be very sharp. What if Moody asks him how he discovered the fire dragon
But neither of them noticed that just outside the corridor, a hummingbird was staying on the outer wall of the castle and on the brick edge above the window hole, closely monitoring everything that was happening.
When Harry followed Moody to his office, the hummingbird tilted its little head, then flapped its wings at high speed and flew away.
Not long after, a figure appeared among the trees in the front yard.
"This guy is really difficult to deal with..." Maka murmured quietly as she emerged from the bushes, "I wanted to lure him away, but who knew I was almost discovered by him."
As he spoke, he subconsciously glanced back towards the principal's office in the castle.
"But fortunately, he won't do anything harmful to Harry." He said to himself, "Now I can only hope that the plan will not be affected."
When Harry emerged from the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor's office, he quickly rushed into the greenhouse.
As he passed Professor Sprout, he hurriedly apologized to her, and then in a low voice said to Hermione, "Hermione—we need to help each other!"
"Isn't that what we do all the time?" Hermione whispered.
She was pruning a flapping bush, her eyes wide with anxiety on the trembling bushes. Because not only Harry, she also has to face that dangerous game!
But until now, she didn't have any confidence. After all, the enemy was eight fire dragons! Even if it were divided equally among every warrior, there would still be two!
"Hermione, we have until tomorrow afternoon to master the Flying Charm."
Tomorrow is the day when the warriors face the first event of the Triwizard Tournament.
Except for Maka, every warrior was extremely nervous, but he was the only one who didn't take it seriously at all and continued to mess with his things as usual.
Just do whatever you have to do - for him, the Triwizard Tournament is just part of the plan, and he neither needs nor can he achieve the final victory. All he has to do is to maintain this game stably until the final stage, and nothing else matters.
At noon the next day, Professor Orson called him together and came to the open space where the fire dragon was the night before.
At this moment, the clearing is no longer a clearing.
On the left hand side, a large purple-red tent was set up on the edge of the open space. You can see that there is a sign at the door of the tent with the words "Warrior Resting Place" written on it.
On the other side, it was just above the original open space. A tall stone wall has been erected. This wall extends far to the left and right, and you can vaguely see what seems to be a corner at the end.
In the middle of the high wall, he also saw a tent, and behind that might be the entrance.
"That's Hermione Granger's entrance, yours is on the other side." Professor Orson said to Maka as he walked, "Before the game starts later, each warrior will go to their respective tents alone. Waiting for the start call to sound... The specific rules will be announced by Ludo Bagman later."
Maka followed Professor Orson and walked along the wall for a while, and then he realized that this was actually a square rock wall!
"It must have been Dumbledore himself who created such a large competition venue so quickly," Maka secretly guessed.
After Maca saw Durmstrang's entrance, he followed Orson back to the resting place next to the field. At this time, Beauxbatons' warrior Fleur Delacour had arrived first.
Fleur was sitting on a low wooden stool in the corner when Maka walked into the tent. She was not at all as calm as usual, her face looked very pale and sickly.
As for Mr. Bagman, he still looked energetic and greeted Maka warmly when he came in.
After a while, Professor McGonagall's voice was faintly heard outside the tent, and her voice seemed to be trembling.
"... Wait for your turn, Potter, Granger. Mr. Bagman is also inside... He will tell you the steps... I wish you good luck."
"Thank you," Harry said in a monotone, drifting voice.
Maka didn't hear Hermione's voice.
Sure enough, the next moment, he saw a face even paler than Fleur's. Hermione seemed to be in a bad state, and she didn't know if she would be able to hold on for a while.
"Did you bring them all?" Seeing Hermione's appearance, Maka had no choice but to move closer and ask softly.
"Oh - what? Um... Yes, I brought it with me. I brought all three bottles with me." Hermione was so nervous that she seemed to be in a daze.
"Harry! That's great!" Bagman turned to look at him and said happily: "And Miss Granger... Come in, come in, relax, just like at home!"
Bagman stood among the pale warriors, looking like a big cartoon figure. He put on his old Hornets uniform again.
"Okay, now everyone is here - it's time to introduce the situation to you!" Bagman said happily, "After the audience is seated, I will pass this bag to each of you in turn..."
As he spoke, he raised a purple silk bag and shook it at them.
"You have to pick out the box you are looking for and the area where it is located." He pointed to a gorgeous gold-inlaid wooden box on the table next to him. "Of course, don't take this box seriously, it is just a An empty box. And the box you are looking for contains something good!"
Bagman looked around for another week, and finally said: "The game is played at the same time. This is a competition for multiple people. Remember, if anyone is found to be in danger of life, the rescue team will immediately come out to help you, but - That will also mean that you will get a minimum score!"