The Champion who entered after Harry was Castelobruxo's other Champion, Carlos Blanco.
When Blanco entered the arena, he was visibly very nervous. His luck was poor, too: the dragon he faced turned out to be another Hungarian Horntail.
The tournament organizers had brought two Hungarian Horntails this time. Harry had drawn one, and unexpectedly, the second had appeared immediately afterward, leaving this unlucky fellow to face it.
Harry had disliked Blanco from the start.
Perhaps it was because he was such a handsome boy? Harry, however, refused to admit that. He insisted that he disliked him because of the contemptuous, conceited smile that always hung on his face.
The same smile could be seen on the faces of Horton from Nagudinnaf and Delacour from Beauxbatons.
Harry could put up with it from Delacour, though. She really was beautiful, after all. Harry had never seen such a pretty girl. Even though he liked Qiu now, he had to admit that Delacour was prettier.
Delacour was beautiful, so she could be arrogant if she wanted. What gave those other two the right? That was why Harry had always resented them. Well, he actually resented Delacour, too.
Ron, however, seemed rather infatuated with Delacour... Harry could understand that. After all, Ron certainly was not the only boy infatuated with her.
And now, to Harry's delight, the smile he disliked had vanished from Blanco's face. In its place were nervousness, frustration, and fear.
Harry noticed, however, that Blanco did not show much surprise at facing a dragon.
Well, it seemed that, just as they had learned earlier, Castelobruxo also knew that the First Task involved dragons. They just did not seem to have come up with a good way to deal with them.
That did leave the question of how Jean Gardner had completed