Four Seekers Choose Their Opponents

Professor McGonagall feigned composure and led the two men into the Forbidden Forest, though she was inwardly filled with unease.

In her opinion, the Triwizard Tournament was too dangerous for fourth-year Warlock. Aaron was alright, as his overall strength was no weaker than that of older Warlock, but Harry was truly a different story.

"Don't be nervous, keep your heads down."

We've placed some Warlock nearby; if things get bad, they'll step in and take control.

The most important thing is to fully utilize your abilities; no one will think you are inferior to others.

After bypassing the edge of the Forbidden Forest, Professor McGonagall led the two to a tent. Behind the tent was the arena, where five different adult dragons were imprisoned.

"You guys go into the tent first! The other three Champion are here," Professor McGonagall said in a trembling voice. "The referees will come over later to tell you the specific steps... Good luck."

Aaron and Harry exchanged a glance and then went into the tent together.

Cedric, Krum, and Phoebe all changed into their school team uniforms. Cedric paced back and forth inside the tent, trying to calm his agitated mood. Krum was expressionless, but his face was more gloomy than usual. Phoebe sat on a low wooden stool, her expression particularly solemn.

"It's been more than half a month since we last got together, and now the first competition is about to begin. I wonder what everyone's thoughts are?" Aaron asked half-jokingly.

Phoebe and Krum ignored them, while Cedric smiled politely and continued pacing.

"Fine! I guess I was just being presumptuous."

Aaron shrugged and calmly sat down on his bed.

Harry leaned against the tent entrance, anxiously waiting for something.

"Attention everyone, today is a big day. Every event in the Triwizard Tournament could pose a significant danger. No matter what happens, do not leave your seat to avoid further harm..."

Dumbledore's voice rang out in the paddock, carrying exceptionally far, but the dragon's roar easily drowned out his voice, fully arousing the audience's enthusiasm.

After all, these are five adult dragons, and most of the audience are students who have never even seen a dragon before. Now that five different dragons are in the enclosure, it would be a lie to say they aren't excited.

Aaron stroked the dog lying on his lap, Abei, and said in a deep, guttural voice, "When you grow up, you'll beat them to a pulp in no time."

Abei extended his right paw and nodded with great certainty.

At that moment, something strange came from the entrance of the tent, and Harry immediately became extremely nervous.

"Harry, is that you?"

"It's me, Hermione."

Hermione immediately rushed into the tent, panting, with a Firebolt in her hand.

"I'll bring the things over; this distance is definitely not far."

"That's cheating!" Phoebe said angrily. "Flying Broomstick are not allowed on the field."

"I don't plan to take it to the arena," Harry explained. "I just want it to be close to the arena."

Cedric suddenly slapped his forehead. "That's a great idea! You can perfectly utilize your strengths. Why didn't I think of that!"

"Uh... thank you." Harry scratched his head sheepishly. "It took me a lot of effort to master that spell, and I'm not even sure if I can use it to fight the dragon."

"Too modest. In terms of actual flight, there were only five Champion present..."

Cedric abruptly stopped mid-sentence.

Krum is the Seeker of the National Quidditch Team, and his flying skills far surpass Harry's. Aaron was the Seeker Slytherin in his first year and defeated Harry Potter. He himself is the captain and Seeker of Hufflepuff Quidditch and also defeated Harry Potter last year. Although there was the Dementor factor, the outcome is still what it is.

So, out of the five Champion, four Seeker, and Harry Quinn's flying ability only ranks fourth, even assuming that Phoebe's flying ability is uncertain.

Harry's lips twitched, and without a word, he placed the Firebolt on his bed.

"I, I, this... I really didn't mean to."

"I can tell," Aaron said, suppressing a laugh. "But Diggory's unintentional act is probably more hurtful than a deliberate one."

"Greetings, Champion." Dumbledore suddenly opened the tent entrance and entered, followed by five other referees. "Please gather together. The moment you have been anxiously waiting for has finally arrived. Its true meaning can only be understood by the five of you."

Dumbledore spoke, he noticed an extra person emerging from the tent. Hermione was so embarrassed that she wished she could disappear into the ground.

"What are you doing here, Miss Granger?"

"Uh... sorry, I'll be right there." Hermione said, then quickly left the tent.

"Barty, the bag," Dumbledore said.

Barty Crouch took out a purple silk ribbon. "You pick out the miniature models of the thing you're going to face from this ribbon. They come in different kinds."

The specific tasks and rules will be explained by Miss Klein. Now, please stand around me.

Five Champion surrounded Crouch, their eyes fixed on the silk ribbon in his hand, their breathing becoming rapid.

"Ladies first, Miss Delacour, you go first."

Phoebe trembled as she reached her hand into the cup. She knew what was inside, but she didn't know what she would pull out. She just hoped it wasn't the Tree Peak Dragon.

She closed her eyes and grabbed an emerald-green dragon from it, with a number tied around its neck: .

"Welsh Green Dragon".

Phoebe breathed a sigh of relief. The Welsh Green Dragon was the least troublesome of the Dragon dragons and would actively avoid humans, making it one of the easier ones to deal with.

"Krum, come here."

Krum pulled a scarlet dragon from the bag. It had a lion's nose on its face, surrounded by a ring of golden spikes, and the number three was tied around its neck.

"Chinese Fireball".

Krum's expression darkened slightly; this kind of Dragon was aggressive and difficult to deal with.

Crouch then handed the bag to Cedric, Cedric quickly reached into it and pulled out a silver-blue Dragon with the number one on its neck.

"Swedish Short-Snout Dragon".

The Swedish Short-Snout Dragon's Dragon Fire are blue and more powerful than those of other dragons, capable of burning humans to ashes in an instant.

"Why don't you go first!" Harry said to Aaron. There were still two dragons left in the bag. He didn't know one of them, but he had seen the terror of the Hungarian Horntail Dragon with his own eyes.

"Are you sure?" Aaron smiled knowingly, then reached into the bag.

A dragon with iridescent, Winky scales was captured, and the number on its neck was four.

"Antipodean Opaleye Dragon, looks like I'm lucky. This kind of dragon isn't particularly aggressive unless it's extremely hungry."

Gollum!

Harry couldn't help but swallow.

The other four Champion failed to capture the Hungarian Horntail Dragon, leaving him with a self-evident and unspoken understanding.

"There's still Potter left."

Harry resignedly reached into the cup and pulled out a Dragon covered in black scales, resembling a lizard, with spikes on its tail, and the number five on its neck.

"Hungarian Horntail Dragon." Crouch gave Harry a somewhat sympathetic look. "Good luck, kid."

"According to the numbers, Cedric first," Aaron said. "Phoebe is third, Krum is third, I am fourth, Harry, you are the last to go."

"That's certainly the case normally," Adrian said abruptly.

Aaron's heart skipped a beat, and he looked at her nervously, asking, "Are we facing an abnormal situation?"

"That's right." Adrian shrugged. "I'll only say this once. You can ask me anytime if you have any questions."

The First Task requires five Champion to enter the arena simultaneously. The Dragon you face are separated into five different areas, each guarding a Golden Egg. Your task is to retrieve the Golden Egg Golden Egg; once you have it, the Dragon will stop attacking.

Additionally, the Golden Egg contains a clue to the third item.

"Why all five of them appear together?" Aaron asked, puzzled. "It can't be just to give the audience a visual feast, can it?"

"That's only the first purpose," Adrian said unhurriedly. "The enclosure has been enchanted with special magic, and the Dragon cannot leave the restricted area."

The Golden Egg they guard are the key to breaking the spell. Once the Champion obtains the Golden Egg, the dragon will no longer attack him or her. However... once the spell is broken, the dragon he or she was fighting can move to the other four areas, which means the pressure on the other four will increase significantly.

"Referee," Phoebe asked somewhat nervously, "You mean that the pressure of completing the task first will be the least, and the pressure will increase as you go on, with the last Champion possibly having to deal with five Dragon alone?"

Smack! Smack! Smack!

Adrian clapped and said, "Very insightful."

As soon as the words were spoken, everyone's expression changed drastically. They had thought it was a test of courage, but now it seemed that speed of passing the test was more important.

"Klein," Aaron gritted his teeth and cursed, "Are you still my sister? This is unfair!"

"Yes, it's absolutely unfair," Phoebe immediately said.

Aaron stared at the beautiful woman with Veela blood in astonishment, a strange feeling of emotion welling up inside him.

There are still good people in the Magic World. There are still people who stand with him, who are willing to speak up for him and confront the referees.

I've really misunderstood this proud and arrogant woman lately, which is why I haven't been very nice to her. I definitely need to find some time to apologize later.

"Why is he the one facing the Antipodean Opaleye Dragon?" Phoebe continued. "The Egg-Eye is the easiest of the five-headed Dragon to deal with. If you, the referee, give him some more advantages, then Gaius will be the first to win."

Aaron:...

What a generous gift of crab! Give me back my gratitude; my goodwill towards you has instantly vanished!