The morning classes had just ended, and the students rushed to the Great Hall without hesitation.
After lunch, students who enjoy going to the site to join in the fun, led by the professors, entered the Forbidden Forest.
A tall wooden blew up the area where the fire dragon used to be, completely obscuring the entire competition venue.
The surrounding Magical Projection were playing advertisements for the Cleansweep Broom Company, and there was a tall tent in front of the stands. The four Champion went inside one after another.
After a few more minutes of patience, the students can go up to the stands.
Inside the tent, the Champion waited anxiously, even Draco, who held the key to victory.
He sat next to Viktor Krum, whose face was gloomy, and chatted idly.
Phoebe sat on a small stool in the corner, while Harry kept pacing back and forth.
For them, every minute and every second felt incredibly long.
Unbeknownst to them, several alchemical devices were actually hidden inside the tent, and their anxiety and unease had already been broadcast live to the global Wizarding World.
Finally, the judging panel arrived, followed by Gerry his shoulder.
In front of the camera, all four Champion tried their best to relax.
Bagman held up the purple silk bag he was carrying. "The audience outside is all here."
He walked toward the Champion with a big smile and gently shook the bag. "Now you will pick out the miniature models of the thing you will be facing. They come in different—um—types."
Barty Crouch then walked over, giving each of the four Champion a serious look. "Each of them is guarding a Golden Egg, and your task is to retrieve Golden Egg."
Bagman opened the purple silk bag. "You must complete this task because there are clues inside the Golden Egg. Without it, you cannot proceed to the next project."
As expected, there was no need to confront the fire dragon head-on, but protecting treasure is in the dragon's nature, and they certainly wouldn't let the Champion take the Golden Egg easily.
"Ladies first." Bagman held the bag out to Phoebe.
She carefully reached out and pulled out a small, exquisite green fire dragon model that could breathe fire.
She grabbed the model by the tail and lifted it up; small flames were constantly spitting out of its mouth.
The neck that was also constantly twisting was also tied with a number: number 2.
When Phoebe picked the Welsh Green Dragon, who had the best temper, the remaining three Champion couldn't help but feel nervous.
Next up was Viktor Krum. He pulled out a red fire dragon model from inside, sat back down without even blinking, and stared straight at the ground.
He picked out the number 3 Chinese Fireball Dragon, leaving only the Swedish Short-Snout Dragon and the Hungarian Horntail in the bag.
Harry took a deep breath and reached in, touching two dragon models that were about the same size.
With a one-in-half probability, he randomly chose the one that felt better.
The silver-blue color indicates that it is the Swedish Short-Snout Dragon, number 1.
Draco's face turned deathly pale instantly.
Although he quickly tried to cover it up, his trembling hands betrayed him.
In the stands, the twins burst into thunderous laughter.
Given the size of the Hungarian Horntail, how could its small arms and legs possibly withstand it?
"The little golden retriever is doomed. You can tell from his expression that he's scared to death."
"Wasn't he so scared he vomited? I wonder if his pants can even hold it all."
Hahaha~
McGonagall, sitting in front, turned around and looked at them with her lips pursed. The twins quickly covered their mouths, almost unable to breathe.
She didn't say anything, but she warned them with her eyes.
Cedric, standing to the side, was also struggling to suppress his laughter; he was laughing because the twins had been humiliated.
On the other side Vincent stared intently at the huge light screen projected into the tent in real time. The position and angle of the hidden equipment were well chosen; the Ministry of Magic had finally pulled off a successful blunder this time.
During the break between the Champion's game, an advertisement for the Nobili brand appeared.
Vincent turned to Hermione with little interest. "Harry might have some trouble dealing with the Swedish Short-Snout Dragon, but he should be able to take the Golden Egg under its protection without any problem."
Hermione's brow, which had just relaxed, furrowed again. "Look at them, they're so shameless."
The projection screen showed two alchemy devices. The one on the left had a unique design, with its surface inlaid with gorgeous gems and its sharp edges decorated with golden patterns.
The one on the right is an ordinary cube, looking like a block of iron.
The screen flashed, and a line of text slowly appeared.
"The purity of this magic, passed down for millennia, cannot be tainted by even a speck of dust—"
Next is a close-up of the diamond-shaped device, whose surface is indeed spotless.
"The last high wall that separates us from mediocrity—"
The image then zoomed out to a great distance, with the diamond-shaped device projecting an enormous light screen, while the "iron block" on the right could only project a small light screen that was only slightly larger than itself.
"Nobility is innate; the mediocre cannot attain it."
The "iron block" slowly dissipated in the air, and the light screen of the diamond-shaped device also disappeared. A series of devices of the same style, radiating golden light, descended from the sky and stood side by side with it.
"On December 24th, the Nobili brand of magical home appliances officially went on sale."
The advertisement ended there, Vincent got goosebumps all over.
Hermione was slightly better off; she was more angry. "They're making false claims! Devices built according to the universal solution can project a 100-inch light screen!"
Vincent picked up his wand and Silencing Charm on the surroundings. "Alright, you can curse me all you want now."
Hermione pouted. "Never mind, I knew their ads wouldn't be any better anyway."
Pure-blood men are born with a sense of superiority and place great importance on family history and the purity of their bloodline, so it's perfectly normal for them to include their own agenda in advertisements.
Vincent, "Actually, I think they should have added a warning or two."
"Warn?"
He gave a disdainful sneer, "If your family tree is less than three hundred years old, do not look up at this advertisement. Pure magical light will burn your eyes, which are filled with impurities."
Hermione burst out laughing.
Vincent raised his chin arrogantly, "Furthermore, non- Pure-blood Wizard who look directly at the above products will have their wands wither, and in severe cases, they may even lose all their magic power."
Unable to contain her laughter, Hermione clutched her stomach. "It's so similar! I think they should hire you to write the copy."
Vincent's expression returned to normal, and he shrugged helplessly. "How could a Muggle-born wizard like me presume to be on their level? What if I accidentally looked directly into their holy light emanating from within? I'd probably have to report to Master Merlin ahead of time."
Hermione laughed even harder, then leaned on his shoulder and sobbed.