Arms Dealers From Hogwarts

   Chapter 217 Sorry, I don’t have fire dragons at home

With several people talking, Charlie’s five dragon trainer companions walked up to the tree wasp. They carried a blanket with a large nest of granite gray fire dragon eggs, and then carefully laid the fire dragon eggs. The ground was placed beside the tree bee.

   Hagrid groaned ripplingly, and Jemini heard his scalp tingling.

   "I have counted, Hagrid." Charlie said with a grimace, and then he asked in a low voice, "How is Harry?"

   "It's okay." Hagrid stared at the fire dragon egg absently.

"I really hope he is still safe after facing this danger." Charlie looked at the enclosure of the dragon over there, and said with great heart: "I dare not tell mom what Harry will do in the first project, mom. Already distraught for him..."

Charlie said, imitating Mrs. Weasley's anxious voice: "How can they let him participate in that competition? She is too young! I thought they would be fine, I thought there would be an age. limit!"

   "After the "Daily Prophet" article about Harry was published, my mother burst into tears..."

Jemini knew what Charlie was talking about. Although Rita gave up on Harry’s rich and colorful descriptions, the essay still led to the lyrical direction between the lines. This kind of veiled lyricism is sometimes more tearful than a straight shot. Rita, after all, She is very good at playing this set by relying on articles to eat.

  Jemini heard the footsteps of Harry leaving, and then, he flickered and left the open space with the fire dragon.

  In the process of leaving, Jemini also saw Karkaroff sneaking towards the camp. He ran into Harry, but he didn’t find Harry...

  Jemini just couldn't understand the structure of his head.

   "Fire Dragon——"

  As soon as he left the area of ​​the paddock, Harry couldn't help but groaned, "Jemini, are you there?"

  Jemini jumped down from the tree: "What's wrong?"

   "That's a fire dragon!" Harry took a deep breath.

   "Ah, I know." Jemini poked out his ears casually: "So?"

   "So I'm dead." Harry said sadly: "Does the pistol work for that thing?"

  "It might be effective if it hits the eyes," Jemini said.

   "I still have a sniper rifle!" Harry then remembered the heavy sniper, and then he sighed again: "No, the game can only use a magic wand..."

   "For the sake of a thousand gallons, I will give you an idea." Jemini said lightly: "Professor Flitwick recently taught the flying curse, have you learned it?"

   "You mean—" Harry's eyes lit up suddenly.

"Using the flying curse, first summon the broomstick, and get away from the fire dragon, and then summon the Barrett. Judging by the power of Barrett, as long as you hit it on the forehead, the battle is over. ."

  Jemini gave a safer method.

   "Can this work?" Harry was a little embarrassed: "What if I fail because of nervousness?"

  Thanks to the duel with Gemini, Harry learned a lot of spells in advance. Unlike in the original book, he has mastered the Flying Curse at this time, but he is worried that his mentality is out of balance and flies to failure.

  "Then you can clenched your fists, glared, and shouted at the fire dragon: F**kyourmother! I am on the front! Bitch!"

  Harry was dumbfounded: "Then what?"

   "Then there will be no more." Jemini looked at Harry lovingly: "You will die vigorously, remembered by the world, you are the absolute front page of the Daily Prophet, the most beautiful cub."

  Harry: "..."

"Psychological quality is the first element of the enemy. You are not even afraid of me. Why should you be afraid of the fire dragon? You are your home court when you are on the broomstick. What are you talking about?" Jemini patted Harry on the shoulder and walked forward. Step left.

  Harry was silent. He felt that Jemini’s words made some sense, but there seemed to be something wrong.

  Until the day of the game, Harry was in a daze.

  It is not only him, but also Krum and Fleur, with a pale face, and it seems that they didn't sleep well last night.

  Only Jemini’s mouth was smiling as always, and she was holding Shirley’s waist with one hand, and was chased and fed by Adria.

  "I don’t want to eat fried eggs. If I don’t like it, I won’t eat it. This is my forbearance!"

   "Okay, sir... Eggs are good for your body." Adria took the plate and put the fried egg into Jemini's mouth with a fork.

   "I'm glad you can maintain such a vitality, Mr. Fox, but-the game is about to begin, come with me, you must be prepared first." Professor McGonagall's disgusting voice sounded behind him.

  Jemini turned his head, the older cat lady was standing behind him looking at him dissatisfiedly, as if dissatisfied with his carefree manners, Harry stood beside her absent-mindedly, his face pale.

   "Okay, thank you, Professor McGonagall." Jemini stood up happily, and left the auditorium with the two of them.

  Professor McGonagall also looked very anxious, her voice was a little trembling and said: "Okay, don't be nervous."

  Jemini blinked his eyes: "I'm not nervous professor."

Professor McGonagall glared at him, took a deep breath, and exhaled a white mist in the cold November air: "Well, you can calm down that is the best. We have arranged for some wizards to be nearby. If the situation is It's not good, they will step forward to control the situation..."

  Speaking, she looked at Harry again: "The most important thing is to give play to your abilities. No one would think you are inferior to others... Are you okay?"

   "It's okay." Harry said in a daze: "It's okay, I'm fine..."

  Professor McGonagall looked at Harry with pity.

  She led the two of them around the edge of the forbidden forest and walked towards the place where the fire dragons were. A tent had been erected in the lush woods, blocking the direction of the fire dragons, and the entrance of the tent was facing several people.

"You are going in with the other two warriors." Professor McGonagall said, her voice trembling unconsciously: "Waiting for your turn, Potter, Mr. Bagman are also inside... he I will tell you the steps... Good luck."

   "Okay..." Harry's voice was monotonous and erratic. For a moment, Jemini thought he was possessed by Luna.

  Professor McGonagall escorted the two to the entrance of the tent, and then left quickly. She was afraid that she would show that kind of ‘you are going to die’ expression to Harry.

  The two walked into the tent. Fleur Delacour was sitting on a low wooden stool in the corner, no longer the glamorous look she had before. At this time, her face was pale and sick.

  And Krum... he looks more gloomy than usual.

   "Ha, great, everyone is here." Bagman saw the two of them and said happily: "Come in, come in, relax, just like in your own home."

  Harry: "..."

  Sorry, I don’t have fire dragons at home...

  　Today is the second more 嘤嘤嗝~

  (End of this chapter)