On February 24th, this was the day when the second event of the Triwizard Tournament started. The sky was slightly dark, and the sun was hidden behind the dark clouds, occasionally revealing a few gleams of light.
On the day of the competition, Malfoy came to the field early, his face under the short pale blond hair was pale, and he looked around from time to time, making him even more restless. He saw the seats surrounding the Fire Dragon Field last November, in the They are lined up on the other side of the lake layer by layer, and they are still empty, reflecting their reflections in the lake below. Next to another table covered with a golden tablecloth, there are also a few chairs, perhaps for referees.
Furong was wearing a silver and noble gown, and walked over with light steps. She was accompanied by Mrs. Maxim. They were one of the first few people who came. Furong's face was full of confident smiles. She looked radiant, and it seemed that she didn't know that her sister was locked at the bottom of the lake, otherwise she definitely wouldn't have such a relaxed expression.
Of course, the happy smile on her face disappeared immediately after seeing Malfoy, and her expression immediately turned cold, then she took two steps back, leaned against Madam Maxim's seat, turned her head away, and looked at The bottomless black lake froze, not knowing what he was thinking.
And Malfoy didn't seem to respond to her performance at all, and still looked at the bottomless and endless black lake, which made Fleur feel even more offended.
As time passed, the number of people in the stands began to increase. Krum and Durmstrang's principal Karkaroff also walked slowly to the table, and then the latter found a chair and sat down. , crossed his fingers and put them on the tablecloth, looking at the black lake in front of him with some impatience.
"This kind of small pond is far worse than the big lake on our campus in Durmstrang, isn't it? Viktor?" Karkaroff suddenly spoke loudly and deliberately, asking who was waiting for the game to start Krum.
"Oh, oh, yes, Mr. Principal." Krum looked at his principal with some displeasure. He was still brooding over the previous incident. Before that, he wanted to introduce Hermione about Dem at the ball. Some of Strong's messages were rudely interrupted by Karkaroff. The reason was that he had leaked the school's secrets. Now that it was him, he started to leak the information without caring.
But out of politeness, he also hypocritically responded a few times.
Ludo Bagman also came with steady steps. He was wearing a neat black suit and an elegant tie, and the expression on his face was also a bit excited. If anyone knows some knowledge about clothing, he will find that he The clothes on his body are quite expensive, and they are made of some very high-end materials.
But Mr. Crouch did not come. He was absent again due to illness, and once again sent his assistant—Percy Weasley to play instead of him to fulfill the duties and powers of the referee.
I saw the only "official fan" in the Weasley family. At this time, he walked up to the referee's seat with his head held high and his toes high. Nodding his head, he looked more dignified than Mr. Crouch himself.
In the end, Dumbledore soon appeared in the referee's seat with a smile on his face.
"If there is no objection, can we start the game?" Bagman glanced at everyone in a hurry, and then looked at the watch on his hand. The three needles on it coincided with each other—the game can start.
"I don't mind, after all, one less person is good for us." Fleur sneered at this moment, and Bagman reacted. He counted the number of people again, and realized that there was a warrior who hadn't arrived yet.
"Harry Potter? Harry Potter?" He looked around and shouted loudly, "Does anyone know where this warrior is now?"
Coincidentally, not far in front of them, a panting boy ran over at this time.
"I... I'm coming..." Harry said out of breath, slipped in the mud, barely stopped, but accidentally splashed Fleur's robe, Fleur was a little annoyed Looking at the brown mud on his robe, he took a few steps back, with an unhappy expression on his face.
"Sorry." Harry gasped and apologized to Fleur.
"Where have you been?" A domineering voice suddenly asked Harry with dissatisfaction. "The competition is about to start!"
The owner of this voice is none other than Ron's brother Percy, who has now fully exercised the power of referee.
Harry really wanted to say that he was more eager to participate in the competition as soon as possible than this man, and he felt that Percy, as an older brother, cared less about Ron than he did as an outsider.
Of course, he didn't know whether the referee knew about the hostages, he just subconsciously guessed that they might know.
"He's not late, is he?" Bagman began to smooth things over, smiling, and said in his characteristic magnetic voice.
Percy had no choice but to give up, but his face couldn't help being somewhat smug, as if declaring that his opinions could no longer be ignored by others, which gave him a further taste of the wonderful taste of power.
Respected, no one can ignore his statement, strengthened his determination to continue on this path.
"Okay, everyone, now is the time, all warriors, please line up on the shore, with an interval of about ten feet between each person." Bagman said to the four warriors.
Then he turned back to the referee's table. Pointing his wand to his throat, he said, as he did at the Quidditch World Cup, "The voice is loud!" And his voice was like thunder, passing across the dark black lake to the stands.
Krum was wearing swimming trunks at this time, showing his strong upper body. The perennial Quidditch matches made him look very strong. Many girls in the auditorium stared at him with wide eyes. His sinewy body looked at it.
The eyes of the other half of the group in the seat were all looking at Furong. The tight swimsuit that was originally wrapped in the loose robe before was now displayed, outlining a slender and beautiful figure.
Harry also changed into a pair of ordinary swimming trunks, and seemed to be holding something in his hand.
No one seemed to have noticed that Malfoy was still in the same plain black robe, and hadn't changed into a piece of clothing suitable for diving.
"Listen everyone, our warriors are in position. As soon as I blow the whistle, the second project will begin. They have a full hour to recover what has been taken from them. I count to three. One... two... Three!" Bagman's voice resounded throughout the audience.
Shrill whistles echoed in the cold, still air. Cheers and applause erupted from the stands.
The game has officially begun.