Thirty Seconds In... A Contestant Drops Out!

Following the seating arrangement, William quickly found Anne and sat down in the empty seat next to her.

The girl, with her legs crossed, winked at William.

Then, like Bobocha, she leaned closer, sniffing his clothes and teasingly said, "It all smells like someone!"

"Mind your own business!" William tapped Anne on the forehead and pushed her face away with obvious disgust.

Trene, Gabrielle, and Luna were there too, sitting together, studying the flyers.

Not far away, Hagrid sat alone in three seats, holding a bunch of snacks in his hands.

Harry stood beside him, looking utterly helpless, like a wronged little wife.

It turned out that Hagrid had squeezed him into a corner, leaving him with almost no place to sit.

However, Hagrid didn't notice Harry; he was staring longingly at Madame Maxime.

As the referee, Madame Maxime naturally sat on the referee's bench.

There was a row of raised, golden chairs, where the four headmasters and Crouch sat. The far left chair was empty, reserved for Ludo.

From a distance, the group looked like the mentors of a large-scale music talent show.

Hagrid kept staring at Maxime, unconsciously clenching his fist and crushing the bag of roasted walnuts.

"Thank you, Hagrid." Anne smiled and accepted it.

Once the walnuts are crushed, she doesn't need to peel them herself.

Besides roasted walnuts, Hagrid also brought a lot of roasted sunflower seeds and roasted almonds, as well as a large amount of dried pumpkin and dried watermelon.

It's clear that most of them were prepared for Madame Maxime.

But she sat in the referee's box, which naturally benefited William and his team.

William, cracking sunflower seeds, asked, "The competition rules are out?"

"They're out!" Trene exclaimed excitedly, looking up. "Each Champion needs to protect a Golden Egg and withstand the fire dragon's attacks for thirty minutes... That's so exciting! I want to participate!"

"Golden Egg?"

"That's right. There's a special substance on the Golden Egg that the fire dragon will treat as its own dragon egg and attack the Champion possesses Golden Egg indiscriminately," Trene explained.

"Interesting." William squinted and asked again, "What if the Golden Egg is stolen by the dragon, or lost?"

"We just need to grab the Golden Egg again thirty minutes ago," Anne said, looking up. "But the rules state that the more Golden Egg Champion holds, the higher their score."

"Is that so?" William smiled slightly and said, "It encourages Champion to cooperate in fighting the fire dragon, but also encourages Champion to fight each other?"

Interesting!"

The purpose of the First Task is quite clear.

The Ministry of Magic does not believe that a single Champion, possessing the Golden Egg, could withstand a fire dragon's attack for half an hour.

Therefore, everyone is encouraged to cooperate with each other.

However, this cooperation cannot continue indefinitely, and in the end, it may not be able to widen the gap. Therefore, the Champion must compete with each other.

Therefore, the number of Golden Egg is the best measure.

When fighting the fire dragon, you must collect Golden Egg. However, the more Golden Egg you have, the stronger the fire dragon's attacks will be.

If you steal all the Golden Egg, you'll definitely attract all of the fire dragon's attention.

This is a game of gains and losses.

Ten minutes later, Ludo Bagman finally appeared on the field and sat in the gold chair.

He's providing commentary for the match again today.

However, anyone who has watched the Quidditch World Cup knows that Ludo's commentary skills are terrible.

Although he was a professional athlete and has a good grasp of the details of the game, his commentary lacks passion and he doesn't know how to make witty remarks.

The commentary isn't entertaining enough... so what's the difference between that and muting it?

Moreover, this isn't just Quidditch Match, it's the Xwizard Tournament.

His Quidditch skills were useless, which made him seem even less professional.

Suddenly, a shout rang out from a corner.

Lee Jordan!

Lee Jordan!

Lee Jordan!

Fred stood in the crowd, wand in hand, like a musician, directing the students to cheer and shout Lee's name.

The shouts spread like wildfire, quickly infecting students in other colleges.

Students from the other three houses, except for Slytherin, joined in the commotion.

Beauxbatons and Durmstrang didn't have many students to begin with, and most of them went on to become Champion.

At this moment, they all sat in their chairs, looking completely bewildered, watching the Hogwarts students jeering.

That's home-field advantage!

Who is Lee Jordan?

On the referee's stand, Maxime turned his head and asked curiously.

"A student at Hogwarts, he's also the school's Quidditch commentator; I've heard him commentate," Dumbledore a smile.

"He's really good, very passionate, and very fair."

Ludo glanced at Dumbledore, unsure how to respond to him.

It's like he didn't watch the finals last semester.

"Does the commentary need to be changed?" He shrugged. "I don't care."

I don't want to be a commentator if Ludo doesn't come. I've been talking about the Quidditch World Cup all summer, and even if I'm interested, I've lost my passion.

If someone wanted to, he'd love to take a break and be the referee on stage.

"Barty, and you?" Dumbledore asked Crouch.

Crouch lowered his head and said, "There's no requirement in the regulations that the commentator must be a wizard from the Ministry of Magic, as long as the Department of Magical Games and Sports appoints them."

"But I think the students at Hogwarts will be biased!" Karkaroff objected.

This will affect the players' mentality.

"I think the number of Champion will have a bigger impact than the commentary, don't you think?" Madame Maxime said.

She seemed to have a grudge against Karkaroff, always trying to the Quibbler him.

"Hmph, do as you please." Karkaroff said with a gloomy face.

Dumbledore nodded and waved to Professor McGonagall.

After receiving the news, Professor McGonagall pushed through the crowd and found Lee.

Walking down the street, Professor McGonagall said with utmost seriousness, "Li, this is a competition between three schools, you absolutely must not show any personal bias."

No implanting penises, and absolutely no swearing, understand?!

"I understand, Professor, I'm a professional at providing commentary!" Li confidently assured him. "Just you wait and see."

Professor McGonagall gave him a suspicious look.

Li stepped onto the commentary platform, and soon his wild voice resounded throughout the entire venue.

"The autumn breeze is refreshing, and a hundred flowers are blooming in competition."

On this truly joyous day for our little wizard, I, with the joy that your happiness brings me joy, hereby formally announce to everyone...

Li shouted hoarsely, "The Xwizard Tournament officially begins!"

Bang bang bang!

A burst of fireworks shot out and exploded around the area.

"Alright, thank you to Akali's Akali's Mystery Shop voluntary sponsorship, and to Kiki's Delivery Service Courier Company their generous support..."

Li quickly memorized a long list, ignoring Professor McGonagall's coughing.

Li is still dedicated to his work. After all, he received the fee for the product placement, so he had to finish explaining.

"Alright, before the competition, everyone is eagerly anticipating... who will ultimately win the championship."

Li had made preparations, demonstrating his professionalism, and said:

"Let's look at a set of data for comparison first."

As far as I know, Hogwarts has won 63 games in the past, with Beauxbatons close behind... 62.

But Durmstrang still... zero times!

Karkaroff's face immediately darkened, his expression suggesting he wanted to run Li over with a dump truck.

But Li still shouted, "That's right, an astonishing zero times. Although optimism is the best policy, I believe they will definitely achieve a breakthrough this time."

Otherwise, you could just swim back.

Li's usual witty remarks made the students laugh.

"Oh, look! The fire dragon is entering the arena!"

With the help of the dragon tamer, the three fire dragons were moved to the center of the arena.

"Merlin, it's Romanian Longhorn, a three-headed female."

Romanian Longhorn are easily recognizable by their dark green scales and two Winky golden horns.

They are not large, only seven meters long, but they are extremely ferocious.

A whistle suddenly sounded, and three more exits were opened.

Two wizards slowly emerged from each exit, each carrying a Golden Egg.

Hogwarts, Beauxbatons, Durmstrang... three schools, two Champion from each school.

These six Champion are about to face three Swedish Short-Snout!!

William's two arms were instantly trapped and clamped down.

Anne and Gabrielle both tensed up.

Hermione!

"Elder sister!"

According to the draw, Hermione and Phoebe are both facing Romanian Longhorn, whether it's bad luck or good luck.

However, the two are far apart and in different locations.

In the middle, two fire dragons blocked the way.

Hermione was even less lucky; her teammate was... Chimpanzee Captain.

"The fire dragons have caught a whiff of the Golden Egg; they've set their sights on the Champion!" Li roared.

In an instant, the three fire dragons in the center of the arena all looked at the Golden Egg.

Hermione gazed at the towering Romanian Longhorn.

It crouched low, its fierce yellow eyes fixed on her.

It violently writhed its spiky tail, leaving a series of craters several meters long on the hard ground.

Hermione suddenly frowned and looked to her side.

Marcus Flint of Slytherin turned deathly pale upon seeing the dragon.

His entire body began to tremble violently and uncontrollably.

"Are you kidding me?" he muttered. "Who could resist this?!"

Right before everyone's eyes, Marcus suddenly dropped the Golden Egg, his teeth chattering as he exclaimed, "I forfeit! I surrender! I give up on this round!"

"What?! Thirty seconds into the game... Slytherin's Champion is out?!" Lee exclaimed in surprise.

An uproar erupted in the arena, and a deafening clamor filled the stands. Snape's expression was also quite grim.

Especially since Lee Jordan was seriously discussing whether Marcus was having trouble adapting to the local environment!

That's so embarrassing.

Snape felt he would never be able to hold his head up high in the department again.

But no matter how eloquently you describe it, you only truly feel your powerlessness when you face the fire dragon!

If they hadn't been mentally prepared, Durmstrang's Champion would have wanted to withdraw from the game too.

Two dragon trainers Apparition beside Marcus and immediately took him away.

Hermione was incredibly unlucky, losing her teammates within the first thirty seconds.

Everyone else was fighting a dragon in pairs, but she had to face it alone.

But Hermione remained calm, gently bent down, and picked up the Golden Egg.

The two Golden Egg held an unparalleled attraction for the Romanian Longhorn.

It stepped on a stone, and the stone instantly turned to dust.

Hermione waved her wand and shouted, "Safety Watch, Accio!"

A golden watch flew out of William's arms. She caught the Safety Watch and tossed two Golden Egg inside.

The Romanian Longhorn roared, its tail carving a furrow several meters long into the ground.

It began to move its paws very, very slowly.

The first step was less than half a meter. The second step was slightly larger, but the speed was still incredibly slow.

The third step involves a two-meter spacing. This process continues in the same manner.

The Peruvian Vipertooth reached its maximum speed, like a Tiger tank, and rolled straight towards Hermione.

A thunderclap erupted on the field.

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