Harry Potter: This savior is a bit bad

Chapter 440 Betting Object

I put the food into my mouth mechanically.

At this time, no matter how poor your appetite is, you have to force yourself to eat in order to maintain sufficient physical strength.

"Aurora, are you okay?"

Harry said with a worried look on his face.

"Harry, I don't really feel like talking..."

I found myself so nervous that my stomach ached.

It seems like the neurofeedback is a little slow.

The Slytherins were relatively reserved, and most of them gave me a kind smile. Crabbe and Goyle, who were attached to the Malfoy family, seemed to have been told by Draco to stay by my side at all times.

Zabini looked me up and down with interest. "Oh, the youngest warrior is about to set off..."

He came close to me and whispered in a voice that only I could hear, "I'm sure Mr. Malfoy has taken care of everything for you?"

"What? My father withdrew to avoid suspicion..."

"Everyone knows that the Malfoy family has influence in both the black and white worlds..." Zabini said with a wink, "But I know that the other schools are also very powerful..."

"Then we are all on the same starting line..."

I don't care about the Tao.

He was unable to extract any useful information from me, and finally decided to give up.

I still took out a can of energy potion from my pocket and drank it.

Draco hadn't shown up yet, and the mystery in my mind was growing heavier.

We clearly agreed that there would be no secrets between us...

The second son of the Weasley family, Charlie Weasley, also participated in the transportation of the dragon.

He works as a dragon trainer in Romania.

His brows were furrowed and he kept muttering something to Hagrid.

"They are becoming more and more violent... and difficult to control... before the competition, I'm afraid... this matter must be reported to Professor Dumbledore!"

"Dragons all have some temper, it's no big deal..." Hagrid patted Charlie on the back and showed an honest smile, "Why are you as jumpy as Madam Pomfrey..."

"I hope I am just worrying too much..."

Charlie is shorter and fatter than the other Weasleys. At the same time, because he often works outdoors, he has a weather-beaten face and looks very calm and reliable.

Ludo Bagman, the current Head of the Department of Sports and Games at the Ministry of Magic, called all the contestants together to draw lots to decide the order of appearance and the dragon they would face.

None of the four contestants were surprised by the events in the first game.

Cedric and I exchanged a knowing look.

I wonder if I will encounter the Hungarian Horntail, Harry's opponent in the original book?

I reached into the bucket for the draw.

My index finger seemed to be bitten lightly by something.

It's a pocket-sized fire dragon model that looks so realistic it even moves!

But why does it look so familiar...

Ludo Bagman looked at the mark on the dragon: "Ms. Malfoy, you are the fourth to appear... your opponent is..."

He rubbed his eyes. "Does the dragon we brought here look like this? Charlie... Charlie! What's his species?"

He shouted Charlie Weasley's name.

Charlie ran over panting, took the dragon model from my hand and looked at it carefully.

"I do not know either……"

"Forget it... Miss Malfoy, just remember your order of appearance!" He smiled perfunctorily.

Focus on the other players.

It seems that this time, I am not the one he is betting on.