Arms Dealers From Hogwarts

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While they were talking, Charlie's five dragon-training companions walked up to the Hornets, one foot down and one foot down. placed next to the wasp.

Hagrid let out a rippling moan that made Jemini's scalp go numb.

"I've counted it, Hagrid," Charlie said with a grimace, and then he whispered, "How is Harry?"

"It's okay." Hagrid stared at the fire dragon egg with no hesitation.

"I really hope he's still safe after facing this danger." Charlie looked at the paddock where the dragon was kept, and said with a heavy heart: "I dare not tell Mommy what Harry is going to do in the first project, Mommy. I'm so upset about him..."

Charlie said, imitating Mrs Weasley's anxious voice: "How could they let him play in that tournament? She's so young! I thought they would be all right, I thought there would be an age limit!"

"Mum burst into tears after Daily Prophet article about Harry was published..."

Jemini knew what Charlie was talking about. Although Rita had given up on the heavy-handed description of Harry, the article was still in the direction of lyricism. This kind of veiled lyricism is sometimes more poignant than a straight ball. After all, Rita Relying on articles to eat, she is very good at playing this set.

Jemini heard the footsteps of Harry leaving, and then, he also left the open space where the fire dragon was closed with a few flashes.

In the process of leaving, Jemini also saw Karkaroff sneaking towards the camp, he bumped into Harry, but did not find Harry...

Jemini couldn't understand the structure of his head.

"Fire Dragon—"

As soon as he left the range of the paddock, Harry couldn't help groaning: "Jemini, are you there?"

Jemini jumped down from the tree: "Why, cowardly?"

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

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

"So I'm dead," Harry said sadly. "Would a pistol work on that thing?"

"In the eye,

Might have some effect. ' said Jemini.

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

"For the sake of a thousand Galleons, I'll give you an idea." Jemini said lightly, "Have you learned the Flying Spell that Professor Flitwick taught recently?"

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

"Using the Flying Charm, first summon the broom, distance yourself from the fire dragon, and then summon the Barrett. Judging from the power of Barrett, as long as you hit it in the forehead, the battle will be over. ."

Jemini gave a more secure method.

"Does this work?" Harry was a little embarrassed. "What if I fail the Flying Charm because of my nervousness?"

Thanks to the duel with Jemini, Harry learned a lot of spells in advance. Unlike in the original book, he had already mastered the Feilai spell at this time, but he was worried that his mentality would be out of balance and Feilai would fail.

"Then you can clench your fists, widen your eyes angrily, and shout at the fire dragon: F**kyourmother! Face me! Bitchi!"

Harry was stunned. "And then what?"

"Then there is no more." Jemini looked at Harry lovingly: "You will die vigorously and be 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 fighting against the enemy. You are not even afraid of me. Why should you be afraid of fire dragons? It's your home court when you get on the broom. What are you counseling?" Jemini patted Harry on the shoulder and stepped forward. Step left.

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

Harry was in a trance until game day.

Not only him, but also Krum and Fleur, with a pale face, at first glance, they didn't sleep well last night.

Only Jemini had a smile on the corner of his mouth as always, wrapped one hand around Shirley's waist, 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 way of forbearance!"

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

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

Jemini turned his head, the older cat girl was standing behind him and looked at him dissatisfied, as if dissatisfied with his rambunctious manner, Harry stood beside her with no heart, and his face was pale.

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

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

Jemini blinked: "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, it's best if you can calm down, we arranged for some wizards to be around, if the situation Not good, they will come forward to control the situation..."

Saying that, she looked at Harry again: "The most important thing is to use your abilities, no one will think that you are inferior to others... Are you alright?"

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

Professor McGonagall looked at Harry with pity.

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

"You have to go in with the other two warriors." Professor McGonagall said, her voice trembling subconsciously: "Wait for your turn, Potter, Mr. Bagman is also inside... He Will tell you the steps...good luck."

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

Professor McGonagall escorted the two to the entrance and exit of the tent, and left quickly, she was afraid that she would give Harry that "you're going to die" look.

The two walked into the tent. Fleur Delacour was sitting on a low wooden stool in the corner. She lost her splendid appearance before. At this time, her face was pale and sick.

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

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

Harry: "..."

Sorry, I don't keep fire dragons at home...

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