Chapter 290 Fire Dragon?

On the parchment, the Australian oval eye emitting colorful lights was still roaring at everyone.

"They want you to deal with a fire dragon?" Penelo covered his mouth nervously, "How is this possible?"

Mike patted Penello gently for comfort and motioned for her to continue looking down.

At this time, more words gradually appeared on the parchment:

Australian Opaleye

'Long considered the most beautiful of the fire dragons, its body is covered with pearly scales and its sparkling, colorful eyes have no pupils.

The Australian Opaleye is of medium size, weighing between two and three tons.

It has a gentle temperament, likes to eat sheep, and can emit an extremely bright red flame. ’

Warrior Phase 1 Mission

‘Seize the golden egg in the fire dragon’s lair. ’

As this text appeared, the mass on the parchment also changed.

A nest appeared next to the fire dragon. There were about five or six eggs in it. Most of them were gray-white, but one of them was a very conspicuous golden color.

‘Suggested clearance method:

1. Use the Eye Disease Spell to make the fire dragon lose its eyesight.

2. Use transformation to transform into a sheep so that the fire dragon can get out of its lair.

3. Use the flying spell to steal. ’

After the display was completed, the Australian opal-eyed fire dragon on the parchment suddenly ejected a bright red flame from its mouth, and then the entire parchment began to spontaneously ignite, and eventually turned into nothingness, leaving not even a few ashes.

"This...this shouldn't be pre-game instruction, right?"

Penello said with some stuttering.

She is not a fool. Even if an event like the Triwizard Tournament, which once had a very high casualty rate, has been reformed, it will not give players such detailed 'strategies' before the game.

"Of course, I cheated." Mike said matter-of-factly. "Cheating is a common practice in the top three tournaments, so you don't have to take it to heart."

"Then, how do you plan to deal with this Australian white eye?" Franklin asked cautiously, "That's an adult fire dragon!"

"Yes, Mike." Penello agreed, "There are three options in total on the note. Which one do you plan to use?"

"I don't need any."

Mike said this, while Franklin on the side showed a black question mark face,

"It's just a fire dragon. This is not as difficult as you think."

Franklin and Penello looked at each other speechless. This is an adult fire dragon. Both its physical fitness and the power of its breath are not something ordinary wizards can compete with. How can you be so light-hearted?

But Mike told the truth.

He really didn't take it seriously whether it was a simple fire dragon or a fire dragon with a restricted range of activities.

Although he was quite busy during this period, he still did not give up his daily meditation and spell practice.

Now, his strength has reached a level that can be called terrifying.

According to his rough estimate, if he released all the restrictions now, he should be able to have a back-and-forth fight with Snape.

But if it's a life and death battle, it's hard to say. After all, there are too many changes in battles between wizards.

Compared with the power that the wizards control, the physical fitness of the wizards is so weak that it makes people feel numb.

…

The next morning, when Mike arrived at the auditorium, he once again became the focus of the crowd.

Last night was so rushed that no one except the people from Ravenclaw had time to congratulate Mike.

So now that there was an opportunity, these people all rushed over.

Mike in the crowd had a formulaic smile on his face, shaking hands with the visitors over and over again and thanking them for their congratulations.

At the same time, he also noticed that most of the people who came to congratulate him had a magic badge hanging on their chests.

It can be seen that this badge was probably made by students spontaneously, because it is not too refined, and it only has some crude image and text magic added to it, so that the images and text on it can constantly change.

On the badge, it is Mike's avatar that is changing at the moment. There is even this line of artistic words below, which reads: Support Mike Townley. The true warriors of Hogwarts.

"Not bad, right?" Chris from Slytherin smiled and leaned on the microphone and said, "Wait a minute, there's something even better!"

With that said, Chris pressed on the badge.

Then the picture on the badge began to change.

The background color above changed from shiny gold to dark green, the character's avatar changed to Harry, and finally the text below changed to 'Potter stinks! ’.

There were many people surrounding Mike, and except for a small number of Gryffindor students, students from the other three houses all wore this badge.

At this moment, they all pressed the badges on their chests, and then, under the illumination of a green light, everyone laughed strangely.

Mike didn't smile, he just looked at Chris expressionlessly.

The laughter in Chris's mouth stopped suddenly as Mike stared at him, and he explained to Mike with some embarrassment:

"These are some badges made internally by our Slytherins. After all, Slytherin is also a part of Hogwarts. Although we don't like you as a warrior, we still have to support those who should be supported. Then, Ravenk Law and Hufflepuff students also seemed to like this badge very much, so we gave them some as well."

"Yes! Mike!" said a senior Hufflepuff boy on the side with a red face, "We are convinced that you are a warrior! But this villain (he poked the green Harry's head on the chest with his finger) ! We will never accept it!"

There was a sound of agreement all around.

Mike shook his head speechlessly.

There was really nothing he could do about the current situation. People would only selectively believe what they wanted to believe. Even if Mike explained to Harry now, others would only think it was Mike's modesty.

Therefore, Mike could only say sorry to Harry.

Compared with the fierce reactions of the students, the professors were much calmer.

Mike didn't have many classes today, only two Charms classes and two Muggle Studies classes.

Among them, Professor Flitwick didn't have much reaction. He just smiled at Mike throughout the class.

But the middle-aged female professor in the Muggle Studies class was different. This guy simply praised Mike to the sky. When bragging to his classmates, he also hinted from time to time that the reason why Mike could achieve his current achievements was to a large extent. It's because of her good teaching.

This was really too much for Mike. If it were another person, Mike could have turned against him on the spot, but facing a professor... Mike could only pray that get out of class would end early.

Fortunately, God seemed to have heard Mike's prayer. Just as Mike was still suppressing his embarrassment and cooperating with the professor's bragging, a panting junior Ravenclaw boy suddenly broke into the Muggle Studies classroom.

"Teach...Professor, they want Tangli...Senior Tangli to go upstairs now."

"Huh?" The middle-aged female professor glared at the man unhappily, "Who are they?"

"Yes...it's Mr. Bagman." The boy said nervously, "All the warriors are going there. I think they want to take pictures..."

The middle-aged female professor rolled her eyes. As an underappreciated professor of an underappreciated course, it was rare for her to brag to others.

But now it seemed that today's happy time was about to end, and she could not disobey the orders of the senior officials of the Ministry of Magic.

So, ten minutes later, Mike finally appeared in a small classroom with a smile on his face.

"Oh! Oh! He's here! The Warrior of Hogwarts!" An old woman with blond curly hair and glasses came towards Mike. "Come in, Mr. Townley. We're going to start. It's time to test the wand, the other warriors and the referee will be here soon."

This woman, Mike knew, was Rita Skeeter, a reporter who had collaborated with him several times and specialized in writing black stories.

He calmly avoided Rita Skeeter's extended hand, then nodded slightly towards her and said:

"Hello, Ms. Skeeter."

"Hello! Hello! It's my honor to meet you!"

Rita Skeeter said flatteringly, showing no trace of the embarrassment she felt when her handshake was rejected just now.

The desks and chairs in the classroom had long been piled to the back, leaving a large open space. In the center of the open space, Ludo Backman sat in a daze, and on the other side of the open space, Viktor -Krum was huddled in the corner alone as usual, not talking to anyone.

"Mike!"

A pleasant female voice came, and Mike heard it and went to see Fleur walking towards him with a smile.

"You're finally here!" Fleur shook her head as she spoke, her long silver hair flashing with dazzling light, "I'm almost suffocated to death by myself!"

After saying that, she took Mike's arm as a matter of course.

Rita Skeeter's eyes lit up when she saw this, and she gestured wildly towards the chubby cameraman.

And the cameraman who was taking crazy pictures of Klum finally reacted and pointed the camera at Mike and Fleur.

"Maybe you can chat with Klum." Mike glanced at Rita Skeeter, who was so excited that he could hardly control himself, and said slowly, "Look, he looks quite pitiful when he is alone."

"I don't want it!" Fleur hugged Mike's arm and twisted her body. The two indescribable masses squeezed on Mike's arm and kept deforming. "That guy can't even speak English. I have nothing to talk to him!" "

Just as Mike was about to reply, Ludo Backman, who was in a daze not far away, suddenly stood up.

"Here he comes! The Fourth Champion! Harry Potter!"

Ludo seemed quite excited, which made his voice sound a little vibrato.

"Emm, hello, Mr. Ludo." Harry greeted with a smile, "Hello, Mike."

"Okay, don't waste time. We have to check whether your wands are fully functional and perform well, because in future games, the wands may be the only thing you can rely on, haha." Ludo smiled a little wretchedly He said, "The experts are upstairs, with Dumbledore. After the wand test is completed, we will take pictures, and then you will finally need to be interviewed by reporters. Well, this is Rita... um... Rita …”

"Rita Skeeter! Mr. Bagman!"

Rita Skeeter reminded through gritted teeth.

"Okay, Ms. Rita Skeeter!" Ludo waved his hand and led everyone towards the stairs, "Let's go, everyone."

Upstairs of this classroom is a bright attic. In the attic is a long table covered with a velvet tablecloth. Mr. Karkaroff, Maxim, and Crouch are sitting on it.

Standing at the attic window were Dumbledore and an old man who seemed familiar to Mike.

"Please allow me to introduce Mr. Ollivander." Dumbledore returned to the referee's seat alone and sat down. "Mr. Ollivander is one of the only remaining wand masters in Europe. Almost all wizards in the entire country have their wands. His handiwork.”

Ollivander stood up and bowed slightly to everyone.

It was only then that Mike remembered who he was.

The old man who opened a shabby little shop in Diagon Alley specializing in selling wands.

"Miss Delacour, you come first, okay?"

Ollivander said, walking to the open space in the center of the house.

Fleur took a deep breath, shook her hair, and passed her wand to Ollivander.

The wand spun in Ollivander's hand like a baton, and many pink and gold sparks continued to spray out from the tip. Then he put the wand in front of him, looked at it carefully, and smelled it.

"I can't tell whose work it is, but the workmanship is quite good!" He said, "It's made of maple wood, nine inches long, and the core of the staff is... Oh! Merlin!"

Suddenly, he stopped and looked at Fleur in disbelief.

"The core of the wand is Veela's hair, my grandma's hair."

Fleur said nervously, her eyes drifting towards Mike unconsciously.

In this paragraph, she had already admitted that her grandmother was a Veela, and that she had some Veela blood.

This kind of hybrid blood between wizards and magical creatures is much lower than Muggle blood in the traditional concept of pure blood, especially the blood of Veela, a low-level creature that is usually only regarded as rbq by wizards. .

It can be said that this is France where the atmosphere is open.

If it were in the country of Yu, there would be no chance for Furong to be born. Once other wizards knew that her grandmother had given birth to a child of mixed blood with wizards, they would immediately come over and strangle both mother and child to death.

Even in France, her bloodline is still shamed by many people.

Therefore, she is very worried now, worried that Mike will also hate her because of her blood.

Fortunately, there was no look of disgust on Mike's face. On the contrary, he was applauding Fleur.

"What a wonderful combination! Although I have never used Veela hair as a wand core. I think wands made of Veela hair are a bit...well, too sensitive and willful. But I believe this wand is definitely the most suitable. your!"

Ollivander blew a rainbow fart in his mouth while carefully stroking the wand with his fingers to check whether there were any scratches or defects on it.

Then, he whispered: "The orchids are blooming!"

Everyone only heard a muffled sound, and a bouquet of flowers bloomed from the tip of the stick.

"It's in pretty good condition! I can see that you cherish it very much." Ollivander handed the bouquet to Fleur, "Come on, beautiful flowers paired with a beautiful lady! This is such a traditional and beautiful combination!"

Ollivander was talking a lot, but Fleur completely ignored him.

Fleur snatched the bouquet from Ollivander's hand, turned it into a wand again with a flick of her arm, and then jumped back to Mike's side.