To Kill or Not to Kill? That Was the Question!

A series of events happened too quickly. Neither Viktor nor Pheobe understood what was going on before they were dragged in front of Barty Crouch and made to complete the drawing.

Pheobe, Viktor, and Harry drew the dragons they would face one after another. Yinsen discovered that he did not need to draw at all—the remaining dragon was his.

Even though the drawing order had changed, Harry Potter still had the bad luck to draw the most difficult opponent: the Hungarian Horntail.

Yinsen's opponent, like Cedric Diggory's, was a Swedish Short-Snout.

"All right, the champions have determined their respective opponents. Now it's time for you to perform."

Barty Crouch did not linger or make a long speech. He left with Dumbledore, leaving the contestants' tent to the competitors.

With a dragon waiting for him, even Viktor Krum, who had seen plenty of grand occasions, looked nervous. He kept pacing in circles across the open space.

Pheobe Delacour bit her lip. Though she stood still, one foot kept tapping against the ground, making it obvious that she was far from calm.

Harry Potter was actually the most composed one. Was this what it meant to be the protagonist?

Although this Harry Potter had not gone through trial after trial like in the original story, his steady nerves were an innate gift. Whenever something happened, he could remain calm as much as possible.

"Aren't you nervous at all?"

Harry had been watching the others. Viktor and Pheobe's reactions had affected him somewhat, but when he looked at Yinsen, he found that this Slytherin student did not seem nervous in the slightest.

"Why would I be nervous?"

"You're about to face a dragon."

"It's only a dragon." Yinsen stood there with his arms folded across his chest. "There are many things in the