In the next few days, Michelle, Hermione and others helped Harry carry out special training.

John didn't pay too much attention to the situation over there.

He has always had a bad feeling these days.

He didn't understand where this premonition came from.

Obviously he has made full preparations for the first project.

But that slightly depressing feeling always lingered in his heart.

He could only practice magic more frequently, drink potions, and at the same time step up surveillance of Moody, Crouch and Bagman, in an attempt to alleviate this feeling by being busy.

Finally, game day arrived.

Everyone in Hogwarts was nervous and excited that day.

Throughout the morning, no matter where John went, there were always people coming to wish him good luck and cheer him on.

At noon, even Snape showed up.

He did not hide his purpose and walked away thinking about John under the watchful eyes of all the students.

"John, it's time for the warriors to gather below. And Michelle, let's go quickly."

When Michelle heard this, she immediately cheered, threw down her fork and walked out impatiently.

John stood up slowly and stood next to Snape.

He saw Professor McGonagall also walked into the auditorium immediately.

Professor McGonagall seemed to have heard Snape's voice calling Michelle just now.

She glared at Snape with some dissatisfaction, and pulled Harry and Michelle over as if to declare her sovereignty. She put her right hand on Michelle's shoulder and her left hand on Harry's shoulder.

Harry was so nervous that he was in a daze, and his whole body was in a state of trance.

Michelle was overly excited and active, with a smile on her face and her body swaying and jumping slightly.

Snape looked intently at Harry for a while, then turned to look at John beside him, who had a calm expression and an elegant and steady posture, and a slightly proud smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

This made Professor McGonagall purse her lips.

Several of them followed McGonagall and Professor Snape out of the auditorium.

Professor McGonagall was also obviously very anxious.

Along the way, she kept telling everyone to pay attention to safety.

She even ignored Snape's dissatisfied gaze and hugged John tightly.

"Okay, don't be nervous," Professor McGonagall said in a slightly urgent voice during the hug, "keep a calm mind... We have arranged some wizards nearby. If the situation goes bad, they will step forward to control the situation...

The most important thing is to make full use of your own abilities..."

"I will."

John said slowly.

Professor McGonagall also forced herself to smile with relief.

The group of them walked around the edge of the Forbidden Forest and arrived at the location where the fire dragons were.

At present, a large tent has been erected here to block the dragons, and the entrance of the tent is facing them.

"Mr. Bagman is in there too... He will tell you the steps... Good luck to you."

Professor McGonagall blessed again with a trembling voice.

The three Johns said yes again.

Then John turned to look at Snape again.

Unlike Professor McGonagall, Snape remained silent along the way, and he did not even mock Harry. This abnormal behavior showed that Snape was also not at peace in his heart.

John felt that Snape should also have something to say to him.

Sure enough, facing John's gaze, Snape's lips slowly moved.

Snape, who used to be eloquent and known as a 'venomous tongue', seemed to be at a loss for words at this moment.

After a long time, he squeezed John's shoulder hard and said:

"be safe!"

This was not the first time Snape had asked John to be careful.

It seems that after confirming that John must participate in the Triwizard Tournament, Snape has been saying to John, "Be careful".

John understood what Snape meant.

Snape actually didn't care about the honor of Hogwarts and Slytherin, he just wanted him to be safe.

This sincere feeling made the depression that had been lingering in John's heart these past few days immediately dissipate.

A confident smile appeared on John's face.

He nodded vigorously to Snape, and then walked into the tent with Harry and Michelle.

The atmosphere inside the tent was very depressing.

Fleur was sitting on a low chair in the corner.

She was pale and looked sick.

The strong pressure caused her to enter a state of trance similar to Harry's, and she didn't even notice the appearance of John and others.

Krum and Cedric were no better than her.

One of them lowered his head with a gloomy face, while the other kept pacing in the tent.

"John! That's great!" Bagman was the only happy person at the scene. He called to John, "Come here, guys, relax, just like at home!"

Bagman gathered the warriors together, raised a purple silk bag and said happily:

"Okay, now that everyone is here, let me introduce the situation to you.

We are going to conduct a lottery ceremony first, and you will draw things from the bag that you will deal with for a while. In addition, I have one more thing to tell you...ah, by the way...your task is to pick up the golden eggs! Pick out the items that you will face.

A small model of the right thing!”

The atmosphere in the tent was still gloomy. Except for Michelle who responded excitedly, everyone else continued to remain silent.

Because just as they were talking, the sound of hundreds of pairs of feet walking through the tent could be heard outside the tent, and the owners of the feet were talking and laughing excitedly...

Bagman happily opened the bag, raised it in front of Michelle and said:

"Ladies first."

Michelle licked her lips, dug into the cloth bag for a while, and finally took out a model of a Norwegian Crestorus with a number tied around its neck: No. 5.

Next is Fleur, hers is the Welsh Green Dragon, number two.

Krum is the Fireball Dragon, number three.

Cedric is the Swedish Brachysaurus, number one.

Harry is the Hungarian Treesaurus, number four.

In the end, John didn't even have to draw lots.

Because there was only the last dragon left in the bag - No. 6, Iron Belly of Wu State.

"As you can see, the numbers on the dragon represent the order in which you will appear. Do you understand?"

Bagman blessed, "Okay, I'm going to leave you for a while now because I have to explain to the audience.

Mr. Diggory, you were the first one. You walked into the field as soon as you heard the whistle. Do you understand?

So... John... can I say a few words to you? Come outside?"

John walked out with Bagman in silence.

They moved a little away from the tent, and then John saw this flattering smile appear on Bagman's face again.

"Mr. Shafiq, I played some tricks in the lottery ceremony and assigned the Iron Belly Dragon to you."

Hearing what Bagman said, John chuckled and said:

"Can I understand that you are deliberately making things difficult for me? As far as I know, the Iron Belly Dragon is the largest and most powerful of all fire dragons."

"No, no, no! Of course I don't!" Bagman waved his hands hurriedly, "The Iron Belly is indeed big enough, but the Iron Belly that was transported to Hogwarts this time is actually a gentle guy.

Moreover, it has been raised by the wizard for more than twenty years and has a very deep affection for the wizard.

Even if you pass by it openly to get the eggs, it will never attack you!

I promise!"

Hearing this, John not only recalled the scene he saw that night before.

That night, the Norwegian Crested Dragon kept trying to attack Iron Belly, but the Iron Belly never made much counterattack.

It looks like you are playing with a child.
To be continued...