Australian Opaleye

Every thrilling match needed a commentator captivating enough to draw the audience in.

Ludo Bagman's commentary was undoubtedly intense. Just hearing his exaggerated cries was enough to convey the peril of the match.

For the audience, Ludo Bagman's commentary was the best catalyst, but for the Champions still waiting their turn, such terrifying commentary only made their hearts feel ready to explode.

Now, it was Pheobe pacing back and forth at the entrance to the tent. She was no better off than Cedric had been.

"What a spectacular match! But I can't be sure this won't make things even worse..."

Ludo's voice carried unimpeded into the ears of everyone in the tent.

"Can't he just shut up and watch the match?" Harry sat in his chair, his heel bouncing rapidly up and down without pause.

Together with the occasional roar of a Dragon, Harry had already imagined an exceptionally bloody action spectacle, with the human side definitely getting the worst of it.

Eli did not rashly try to comfort them. At a time like this, any mention of Dragons or the match would only put more pressure on them.

Suddenly, a wave-like roar of cheers erupted, mixed with thunderous applause. It seemed Cedric had succeeded.

As long as they retrieved the Golden Egg placed among the real dragon eggs guarded by the Dragon, they would pass the challenge.

"He got the Golden Egg!" Then came Ludo Bagman's loudest cheer yet.

Pheobe's breathing nearly stopped. She was up next.

Before long, once the arena had quieted down, Pheobe was led out.

"What is this supposed to be? It's like going to the execution block!" Harry's face was bloodless. Fear made him talk even more. "If anything goes wrong, I might end up as a pile of charcoal!"

Eli opened his mouth,