At night, the ancient magical literature office.

The golden mist condensed into realistic human images, floating one by one in front of Felix. Varun stood on the small square table and reached out to catch the golden shadows.

"Igor Kakarov, former Death Eater, Voldemort's betrayer. Suspicious: sneaking into the foyer and having contacted the Goblet of Fire alone - less suspicious;"

"Ludo Bagman, accused of helping the Death Eaters deliver information. Suspicious: A strong welcome to Harry as a Warrior - suspected, but no time for committing the crime;"

For a long time, the Goblet of Fire was in Dumbledore's hands. If there was a problem, it would not be impossible to find it.

"Batty Crouch, who was the director of the Legal Enforcement Department, had a tough style and was implicated by the Death Eater's son from the core position. Suspicious: his wife and son died one after another because of this incident, and his future was destroyed. It is not ruled out that he would go to extremes; in addition, he was weak, and he had a conflict with Fauge during the World Cup - he was suspected, but he had no time to commit the crime, and he was with Bagman;"

"Mrs. Olim Maxim, suspected to be a mixed-race giant, was once a hardcore supporter of Voldemort in the war years. Suspicious: Nothing has been found yet."

"Vagadu, Ifamoni, students from all schools are incomplete and cannot judge..."

Felix thought silently until at the end, when a figure with fake eyes and scarred face appeared, he waved his hand to let the golden mist dissipate.

"No matter who is the one, or a group of people, their target is Harry, and they want Harry to die. But, will it be too troublesome? Maybe there is a deeper intention..."

"And is Voldemort resurrected now? Did he want to use Harry as his first sacrifice after his resurrection? A return of the dead is staged? If he is resurrected but does not show up, he may only be secretly recruiting old subordinates. With Dumbledore's intelligence website, clues should be found... Fortunately, I am not bad, it is time to write a letter to some old friends."

He glanced at the improved version of the Live Spot Map, stopped on Moody's name for a while, and put it away. "It's time to include the four magic schools' residences."

He came to his senses and saw that Sniffovaren was staring at him. He smiled and patted Sniffo's long beak twice.

Before going to bed, he thought about it carefully, as if he had forgotten something... "Oh, by the way," he waved his hand and let the fireplace ignite the green flames. Felix murmured in a low voice: "Don't blame me for blocking your fireplace. I disturb me six or seven times a day, no one can stand it."

The next morning.

Harry opened his eyes in a daze, and was startled when he saw Ron's appearance-it seemed to have not slept all night, and the shadows under his eyes were even deeper than Mr. Crouch's.

"That cat is looking for you." Ron said in a hoarse voice, "I kept scratching the door, I put it in."

Harry lifted the curtain of the four-poster bed and saw Crook Mountain squatting on the cabinet beside the bed. The seemingly flattened cat face was staring at him, his tail swept aimlessly, breaking a stack of magic cards apart.

"Is there anything wrong, Mount Crook?" he asked.

On the cabinet, the ginger cat stretched out a paw, pointed outside, letting out a creeping howl, and Semo, who was sleeping beside him, turned over.

Harry and Ron looked at each other, and Harry asked tentatively: "Do you want me to go outside? Is Hermione looking for me if you have something to do?"

Crook Hill's yellow eyes showed a look of praise.

So Harry changed his pajamas and, while wearing clothes, he took the time to look outside the window. It was pitch black, and it was probably only four or five o'clock. He couldn't help but yawn.

He went to bed very late yesterday, but today he was called up early again and didn't sleep for a few hours at all.

In the common room, Harry and Ron saw Hermione sneaking outside. She covered herself tightly and wrapped a scarf on her head like a Boothbaton student.

The last time Harry saw a similar outfit was because Hermione mistakenly took a compound decoction with cat hair. During the recovery period, he used localized human deformation techniques to cover up the fuzz on his face. It is said that this magical spell was used by vampires to hide their fangs.

"Hermione, what's wrong... And Ron, I've wanted to ask, have you all been sleeping all night?"

"I can't sleep-oh, don't ask, Sirius is here." Hermione said anxiously, her voice was strange, as if she had a piece of candy in her mouth.

"Who?" Harry suddenly woke up.

Outside the Gryffindor common room, Sirius was chatting with the fat lady in a mess. The fat lady was in a state of great enthusiasm, and she recited the lines in a playful singing style that she deliberately lowered—

"The little boy with a bruised nose and a swollen face - returned by night - hard training in the secret - ah ~ finally became a fearless warrior -"

Sirius frowned and felt more and more irritable. What is this singing thing!

"Can't you let me in?" he asked unwillingly for the fifth time.

"Oh, no," the fat lady stopped and said solemnly: "I have professional ethics. You are neither a student nor a professor. If you have a password, you will not allow you to enter..."

The door opened from inside, her portrait was turned aside, and Harry, Ron and Hermione walked out.

"Sirius, why are you here? Hermione told me that I don't believe it yet!" Harry asked in surprise.

"Otherwise, if such a big thing happens, how could I sit still? You should notify me as soon as possible. The two-way mirror is used at this time." Sirius said angrily, looking at the two behind Harry, "So, the three-person team has officially received official recognition? Have you figured out what name your combination?"

Ron glanced at him without saying anything.

Harry glared at the unspoken godfather, Sirius immediately raised his hand to surrender, "Well, unintentional mistakes-you should know what I feel now."

"It was Professor Hepp told you, Mr. Black?" Hermione asked sharply, still in that strange way of speaking. Harry looked at her strangely...

"Call me Sirius - Yes, the books in the old house are useful." Sirius said happily, holding Harry, "Let's find an empty classroom and have a good chat. Come over, no matter what, now it's a grasshopper on a rope..."

"I hate this statement," Harry muttered.

Sirius grinned and reached out to rub Harry's messy hair.

They found an empty classroom and told them their own information. Harry and the others learned more useful information. For example, when Kakarov was a Death Eater, he was caught by Moody. However, by offering a list of Death Eaters, he escaped the punishment of the Ministry of Magic. More than ten years later, he transformed himself into the principal of Death Eaters.

"We finally know why Kakarov is so afraid and hate Professor Moody." Harry said, looking at Ron, who had discussed the topic before, and Ron responded absent-mindedly.

When Harry mentioned that the first project was related to Fire Dragon, Sirius stood up and walked back and forth in the empty classroom.

"How could you deal with this kind of thing!" he shouted.

Harry must admit that except for having a conversation with Sirius when he saw the magic lamp of the Fire Dragon at the lamp show, he had not seriously considered how to face a dragon. Last night, he was more worried about Hogwarts's possible trophy and also worried about the cold treatment they might suffer, but he did not think about how to save his life in the claws and flames of the Fire Dragon in public.

"Maybe more than one," Sirius said, "Don't forget that you are playing in groups, and the difficulty is definitely higher than before - of course, the difficulty I am talking about is not your level, but the level of those warriors."

Harry found that Ron began to shake rhythmically again. He plucked up the courage and said, "We are not much worse. Hermione defeated an Iphamuni student - the one named Victor, who was the first warrior to be picked. Normally, the more he meets the requirements, the more he will be selected, right?"

Sirius looked at Hermione, who wrapped her head up, making it hard to see her expression.

"I, uh, I..." she stammered through the scarf.

"It seems that you are not ready yet." Sirius pointed out incisively.

Harry opened his mouth and found helplessly that what his godfather said was right, and none of them were ready. He couldn't help thinking, would other warriors, such as Cedric, be worried that they could not sleep? Or would they be excited by hearing the news about Fire Dragon?

To make his mindset look positive, he asked, “How can we defeat a dragon?”

"Defeat a dragon?" Sirius repeated.

"That's right...we talked last time, didn't we? At the Quidditch World Cup lamp show," Ha said in a relaxed tone: "You said you can use eye spells, a good way. Maybe we can use this spell, but it's better to aim for it..."

Sirius stared at her eyes and said, "Your tone is not like facing a level 5X dangerous creature that can burn you to ashes in one breath, but a sniff or something. In your impression, is the result of failure just to throw away the coins in your pocket?"

"Burn to ashes?" Ron said tremblingly.

"Yes, the fire emitted by the fire dragon is very ordinary. The iron armor curse may not be able to be defended. And as long as you get off your tail, you can smash your magic shield into meat paste... If there is no good method, your magic wand is not more effective than a toothpick."

...

At the dining table in the auditorium, Sirius and Harry had breakfast together. None of them had much appetite. In addition to having to consider the issue of Fire Dragon, they also had strange eyes and fingers in the face of others.

"Don't pay attention to them, they will only say some sour words." Sirius said: "If you really can't swallow this, I suggest you find someone you look down on the most and fight."

Hermione glared at him, and when she was having dinner, she finally took off her turban, and then they saw that there was an extra row of bubbles on her mouth.

"I thought you were the calmest of the three, but I didn't expect..." Sirius looked at her and said.

"It has nothing to do with whether the town is calm or not, I'm just worried... Ouch!" Hermione covered her mouth. In the following time, she would never dare to speak loudly again.

"You'd better go to the school hospital," Harry said.

Hermione hummed twice.

...

"There's nothing to worry about," said Felix, standing in front of him the six Hogwarts Warriors.

In the evening of that day, he gathered six people in classroom No. 7 for targeted guidance.

"Since you are tied together, it is definitely not for losing. If you think about it carefully, you have a lot of advantages."

“Advantage?”

Felix waved his wand, and the silver-white smoke behind him gathered towards them, and soon became invisible. They were staying in Classroom No. 7 these days, not unfamiliar with the changes at present.

They waited quietly, and after a moment, the fog in front of them dissipated little by little. They found themselves standing on a hillside with soft brown soil under their feet. The thick fog in the distance had not yet dissipated, and the emerald green peaks and black rock walls could be vaguely seen. They found themselves in the mountains.

A black shadow flew low over their heads and flew into the depths of the thick fog.

“Where is this?”

Collins Forley asked, pursing his lips. What they all participated in the selection was that, except for Professor Happ's inexplicable ugly creatures, most of the remaining scenes are close to reality and have traces to follow.

She squatted down, reached into the soft soil, and grabbed a handful of grass leaves. This feeling was very real.

"Romanian Fire Dragon Reserve." Felix said softly: "Thanks to Mr. Bagman, while accidentally leaking the secret, I also left me with no scruples. I hope he will not be questioned by his superiors after he returns."

Hermione asked the first question, “So the projects we are going to challenge, are those fire dragons from the Fire Dragon Reserve?”

"Yes," said Felix. "I've been in the reserve for several days and have some understanding of all kinds of fire dragons... This is your first advantage."

The six people were swaying intent. Harry raised his head and looked around. Looking around, huge fire dragons passed by the sky.

"I seem to hear people's voices?" Cedric said hesitantly.

"Let's go down and see." Felix said with a smile. They walked down the hill and saw a group of people fighting a wounded Romanian croaker, whose half of its wings had a big hole, bloody, but it was still very cautious. The dark green scales on its neck expanded outward, like small green shields inserted, with long golden horns always aimed at the person it thought was the most threatening.

"Be careful, it's going to spit fire-Charlie, use the coma spell!" a wizard shouted.

Ron suddenly widened his eyes and pointed at a person and shouted, "That's Charlie, my brother! He is in Romania! Oh, my goodness!" He watched Charlie lead the command, and seven or eight people recited the coma spell together. After a series of dense and dazzling red lights, the fire dragon's tall body slammed heavily on the ground.

They felt the ground under their feet tremble and swallowed.
To be continued...