This made Maxim's face become even more gloomy.

Karkaroff, on the other hand, looked indifferent and glared at Crouch provocatively.

Bagman was a little embarrassed.

In order to ease the atmosphere at the scene, he hurriedly said:

"Now, here's our next warrior, John Shafiq!"

The harsh whistle sounded again, John put down the magic telescope and stepped out of the tent.

He doesn't care about scores or anything, as long as Michelle is safe.

The current situation seems to be good for John.

So he was in a pretty good mood.

With a smile on his face, John walked through a gap in the field fence and entered the arena.

Bagman succeeded.

John's appearance diverted the audience's attention.

Almost everyone was screaming and applauding hysterically, and the overwhelming cheers shattered the winter air like breaking glass.

John waved casually and said hello to everyone.

And this elicited an even more intense response from the audience in the stands.

On the other side, the staff rearranged the golden eggs.

The iron-belly dragon was also dragged into the arena by the dragon trainers.

Looking at the fire dragon, John frowned slightly.

His impression of the Iron Belly Dragon was quite good.

It should be a relatively gentle, or lazy, fire dragon that is close to wizards.

But the iron belly now exposed in front of John was different from before.

Its eyes have been completely dyed red, and it exudes a violent aura.

Not only that, it was still struggling to get rid of the shackles of the iron chain around its neck, and the huge rocks that were obstacles around it were easily broken between the waving of its limbs and tail.
Chapter completed!