At this time, Bagman's voice resounded through the audience again, interrupting their conversation: "Please wait a moment, audience! We need to clean up the battlefield at this time and create a relatively fair environment for the next three warriors. Now The site is in a mess!"
After a while, Ludo Bagman's voice came over full of breath:
"Next, the next warrior will come on the stage. As the only woman among the four warriors, how will Miss Delacour perform? Let us wait and see! The fire dragon she will face is Welsh Green dragon!"
"Okay, we have to go back now, how about it, two principals, should your doubts be explained clearly?" Dumbledore asked at this time.
Karkaroff flicked his robe fiercely, made a stabbing sound, and then walked back with Dumbledore, while Madame Maxime trotted back all the way, with a tense expression on her face, and a tight neck. The luxurious opal ornaments made a crisp sound as they ran, because the next warrior was Fleur Delacour, from the Beauxbaton School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, her beloved student.
Meanwhile, Moody's magic eye turned lively at this time, and looked at Malfoy appreciatively, looking very satisfied, and stomped the cane on the ground.
"Nice job," he said approvingly.
"Go and see Ms. Pomfrey, maybe there is some invisible injury that you didn't notice." Professor McGonagall said with concern.
"Yes, yes, Draco, hurry up, the first aid tent is over there." Narcissa echoed.
Madam Pomfrey was standing at the entrance of the second tent at this time, her expression was very anxious, she was wearing a white nurse uniform and a white hat, she looked towards the direction of the field from time to time, she listened to Bagh According to Mann's commentary, he felt that the first warrior should come here soon.
Sure enough, she immediately saw Malfoy walking towards the tent where she was, his steps were steady, he didn't look like he was injured.
"Oh my god, Merlin's blessing, it's really not hurt." After a rough inspection, Madam Pomfrey looked extremely surprised, and she couldn't help showing a little joy on her face.
The tent was divided into several small compartments by strips of white canvas, and since Malfoy was the first to appear, he was the only one here at present.
"Come on, warrior, here's a towel for you to wipe off your sweat." The kind head nurse handed Malfoy a clean white towel. They don't like brushing their teeth and taking a bath." Speaking of the dragons, the woman's face was filled with disgust immediately, and then she complained: "Last year it was a dementor, this year it was a fire dragon, and next year it was a dragon. What else are they bringing into this school? I really hope the next Warrior is as lucky as you."
This is the occupational disease of medical staff, and they all have an instinctive aversion to the danger that will cause patients.
"Maybe there are also the snails hybridized by Mr. Hagrid, an expert in cultivating dangerous creatures." Malfoy kept this sentence in his heart and didn't say it.
Suddenly, a burst of heavenly singing penetrated through the tent, and the melodious female voice seemed to be crying like weeping, mysterious and distant, quiet and elegant, as if possessed of magic power, making people want to close their eyes involuntarily and be intoxicated.
Suddenly, the beautiful singing stopped abruptly, and then the boiling human voice burst out, mixed with Bagman's commentary, and came in through the tent.
"This warrior from Beauxbatons succeeded! The fire dragon seemed to be completely fascinated by her! She fell into a deep sleep! Of course, I think the audience is the same, involuntarily intoxicated, I I think she can hold a solo concert in the future. At the same time, I have to say that today's warrior's clothing is also very correct! It looks very capable and neat, with a simple beauty, I bet, just now If she was wearing a long dress, she would never be able to pass the dragon easily, even if it was almost asleep."
After a while, the audience's voices stopped. Fu Rong should have left the arena at this time and walked towards the tent.
"Child, come in!" Madam Pomfrey hurried over at this time, took Furong in from the tent entrance, led her to sit beside a chair, and then put on a generous coat for her, she It seemed that he was shivering because of the cold outside.
"Thank you." Furong said, her face was still a little pale. The match just now was a bit difficult for her, and she felt that her fate was out of her control. She was afraid that one mistake would wake up the fire dragon.
But she succeeded, even quite perfect. After hearing the audience's applause and Mrs. Maxim's approving smile, she felt that it was all worth it.
"Congratulations, it seems to be working well." Malfoy's voice passed through the canvas, congratulating Fleur.
"Thank you." Fleur said, and just as she was about to ask Malfoy how he passed the test, Madam Pomfrey lifted the canvas and came over with some bottles and jars of potions that were still steaming.
"I took a look. Your ankle is a little sprained. You still need to drink some medicine. It's not good to affect the second task." Madam Pomfrey shook her head and said, then pointed to another steaming cup and said: " This is freshly boiled sweet ginger juice, don't catch a cold."
Then Madam Pomfrey took out her wand and waved it lightly in the direction of Furong's wound, Furong immediately felt a cooling sensation spread up from her calf, and the burning pain was relieved immediately. The long and narrow wound also began to heal slowly at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Even though the fire dragon was asleep, its tail would still be subconsciously waving in defense. She was injured just trying to avoid it, and hit a piece of gravel.
Suddenly, a wave of drowsiness hit Fleur. Using the talent inherited from Veela to cast the spell of charm on the fire dragon seemed a bit forced and energy-consuming for her. In addition, the medicine Madam Pomfrey brought might have added With some calming ingredients, she quickly fell asleep on the chair.
After a while, the third warrior—Victor Krum also finished his mission and walked into the tent. His body was intact, but his face was a little ugly and a little depressed.
The last warrior—Harry Potter, ended the battle faster than they expected. Krum almost entered the tent with his front foot, and he followed behind him, but he was not as lucky as Krum. Well, he hurt his shoulder a bit, and then Madam Pomfrey washed him with a smoky, foul-smelling purple liquid, and then she poked Harry in the shoulder with her wand, and he felt The wound healed immediately.