The Periodic Table of Words at Hogwarts

Chapter 403 The arrival of the first game

"The content of this game is actually very simple. All the dragons in the game are female dragons that hatch eggs. There will be a golden egg mixed among her eggs. All you have to do is find it and exit alive."

Zhang Qi shrugged his shoulders.

"Is the fire dragon controlled, or can it move at will?"

Shen Jian frowned.

"I suggest that you don't let your sister play in this project. You or Miss Mu should be replaced instead, because if someone wants to assassinate your sister in this project, it will artificially create some accidents."

"I'll go, it's just a fire dragon."

Mu Qianhong frowned slightly and then said.

"Mengmeng's weapons are slow-heating and are suitable for sitting in the back row to output, but mine is not like that."

"Okay, then let me introduce you to the basic situation of the game -"

"You can't bring anything into this game except the student's wand."

"But Dumbledore has already won a right for you, because many students in China do not use wands, so your weird weapons can also be brought in."

"But I think that old man Ollivander will not be able to understand what you are wearing, so you can bring something more lethal to give them a good surprise."

Zhang Qi's fists clenched tightly, as if he wanted to crush the heart of the mastermind behind the scenes.

………………

Since there are so many games, the first game will be held at the end of September.

The game will be held on the Quidditch pitch. At this moment, the pitch has completely changed. The originally flat grass has been transformed into a rugged mountain road, and there are even lava flowing on those rockeries.

"Minister Fudge, it looks like you really spent a lot of money."

At the VIP table, Hekmadia, who was wearing a standard white windbreaker, had that enigmatic smile on his face again.

"Of course, Ms. Zirol, this is related to the face of the British Ministry of Magic, so it must be handled properly."

Fudge wiped the sweat from climbing the stairs, but Scrimgeour next to him noticed very keenly that even after climbing more than ten floors, Hekmadia was still chatting and laughing, not even breathing. Change.

"Ms. Zirol, these are all my people, so I want to talk to you frankly. I heard that your son has some opinions on me. I think this is all a misunderstanding, right?"

Fudge asked with a smile.

"Some are not necessarily misunderstandings, such as letting a male Auror search my daughter-in-law."

Hekmedia gently raised the teacup and took a sip, then said expressionlessly.

"I'm a businessman, Minister Fudge. As long as I can make money in anything, I can participate, but only if no one jumps in front of me."

"Haha, actually I am too, so I look forward to future cooperation. The kind of thing before will never happen again."

Fudge wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, then gently raised his tea cup to signal.

"I hope you can really keep your promise, Minister Fudge, because I only have one son, and if something happens to him"...

Hekmedia didn't say much, but everyone could feel the coldness in her words!

"It's time to start playing, Secretary Fudge".

Scrimgeour reminded quietly from the side.

"Ahem, welcome everyone to this competition!"

Fudge wiped his cold sweat and stood up, smiling at the crowd below.

"This Triwizard Tournament has welcomed three new members, which gives this ancient competition new impetus!"

"I can see everyone's enthusiasm for the competition, so I will say a few words for the time being. Next, I will invite the players to enter for pre-match inspections"!

"Here I would like to introduce Mr. Ollivander, the strongest wand master in the entire British Isles"!

Fudge waved his hand very proudly, and there was a burst of cheers from the audience.

"Come on, children, come here and have your wand tested."

The thin old man with white hair slowly walked behind the long table, and the contestants this time lined up.

"Ah, the wand body is made of Qi wood, and the core of the wand is the hair of a enchantress? What an interesting setting. I never use this material to make wands because they are too sensitive and not good at controlling them. But obviously Dracula Miss Er doesn’t care about this.”

Ollivander gently picked up the wand and drew it in the air, leaving a silver trail in the air.

"Your wand is in good condition, Miss Delacour, but you still need to remember to take care of it daily."

Ollivander looked at the wand curiously for a while, and then returned it.

"Thank you, Mr. Ollivander."

Fleur bowed slightly, then walked towards the tent next to the arena.

"Wow, this should be the old immortal's idea. To be honest, although I have big differences with him, it is undeniable that he has achieved the ultimate in the other extreme."

Ollivander picked up Krum's wand, and then frowned slightly dissatisfied.

"Hornbeam wood, the core of the staff is the heart of a fire dragon. It is too strong. He always likes to engage in heresy."

Ollivander muttered, and then wiped the scratches on the wand with some distress.

"Your wand is not in good condition. Remember to buy maintenance oil for maintenance."

Ollivander handed the wand back to Krum, who was obviously impatient, and then picked up the next wand.

"Well, this wand is very interesting. The grape vine is paired with the feathers of the thunderbird. It is very similar to the grape vine with the heart of the fire dragon that I made before. They are both suitable for a girl like you who refuses to admit defeat. But obviously, Thunder The bird is more dazzling than the fire dragon, but the light will be shorter."

Ollivander frowned. When he took the wand, he felt an inexplicable feeling of palpitations.

"Thank you, Mr. Ollivander."

Anna nodded, and then took her wand in a very civilized manner.

"Ah, long time no see, Mr. Zirol, the origin of your wand is very strange. It almost killed me at that time."

After seeing Zhang Qi, Ollivander's face became a little weird, and then he checked with his wand.

"You don't use your wand very often, may I ask why"?

After the inspection, Olivan was able to ask puzzledly.

"Because I've discovered that when dealing with some particularly annoying people, it's much better to suffocate them in the face with your fists than to knock them away with a magic wand."

Zhang Qi shrugged his shoulders.

"What you are talking about is a philosophy that is exclusive to young people and is not suitable for us old people."

Ollivander made a rare joke and then waved his hand.

"Next person".

"I don't have a wand, just this".

Ishihara, wearing a white robe, came over and gently placed his katana on the table.

"This is not a recent product, but something passed down from your family, right?"

Ollivander's expression changed slightly, and he asked after a moment of silence.

"The demon sword, Onikiri, is a legendary sharp blade. There is nothing in this world that it cannot cut. Bathing in human blood will make it even sharper."

When Gu Zhi said this, Ishihara showed a very scary smile.

"It's illegal to make alchemy items of the dark arts in the UK, but it's not illegal to possess them. Even though I think the knife is disgusting, you're still eligible."

Ollivander frowned, then returned the knife.

"Self-righteousness"!

Ishihara snorted with dissatisfaction, then turned and walked towards the arena.

"Ah, I know this lady. After all, I almost died under your family's hidden weapon, even though that mechanism most likely has nothing to do with you."

After Ollivander saw the girl, the corners of his eyes kept twitching, and he most likely thought of the poisonous needle that was shot out of the antique box that day.

"My ancestors once made many hidden weapons for the Shenzhou Empire. Some were used in imperial tombs, and some were scattered among the people. But I really didn't expect that there were still things that could travel across the ocean and end up here"... …

Mu Qianhong smoothed her hair awkwardly.

"So, lady, where is your wand?"

Ollivander looked at the girl's empty hands and asked with some confusion.

"Ah, I don't have a wand. If I must, my belt is my wand. You wouldn't force a lady to take off her belt, would you?"

Mu Qianhong asked, blinking.

"Yeah, it's a very strange magic item, but it shouldn't be dangerous. Is it the weapon you carry with you?"

Ollivander raised his hand gently, closing his eyes as if feeling something in the air, and then opened his eyes.

"Yes, after all we don't have the habit of using wands there".

Mu Qianhong nodded gently.

"Your examination passed, Miss Mu, please go to the tent and wait for the draw."

Ollivander also nodded.

"OK".

………………

"Ahem, fellow players, you are going to draw lots here to decide the order of appearance. I guess you already know the content of the game, right?"

Ludo Bagman coughed lightly.

"All the labels are in the black bag, please pick one out at will."

"Uh".

Several contestants faced each other, looking at each other awkwardly, but no one was the first to step forward.

"I'll go first."

Zhang Qi coughed, then stepped forward and put his hand into the bag.

"This thing can still move"?

Zhang Qi pulled out a lively model with a disgusted look on his face. It was a small fire dragon model with black scales and purple eyes. The strangest thing was that the tip of its tail was in the shape of an arrow.

"Black Dragon of the Hesidian Islands, it seems you are not very lucky."

Mr. Bagman shook his head and then motioned for others to draw.

"Welsh Green Dragon, this is a relatively friendly fire dragon. You are very lucky, my child."

Seeing Krum looking at the model in his hand with a puzzled expression, Mr. Batty explained from the side.

"Australian Opal Eye, this kind of fire dragon's attack is mainly based on fire breathing. This kind of fire dragon will not attack humans at all except when it is incubating eggs. But compared to other fire dragons, you are very lucky, kid."

The one who got the Australian egg-eye was Fleur. The girl from France let out a sigh of relief and seemed to be thankful for something.

"Ah, Norwegian Ridgeback. This kind of fire dragon has a rather ferocious temperament, and its teeth are poisonous. Although it is not as poisonous as the Peruvian Fire Dragon, it will definitely not feel good if it is bitten. It can be regarded as quite satisfactory."

The player who drew the Norwegian Ridgeback was Anna, but the blond girl seemed very confident.

"Mr. Ishihara, please."

The man in white robe snorted, and then he grabbed a model from the bag with lightning speed.

"Romaniaceratops, this is a very strange fire dragon. It neither breathes fire like the one born in Hungary, nor kills its prey with its fangs like the Peruvian dragon. It likes to crush its prey with its thick skull and long horns. Break it into pieces and eat it.”

"I hope your warrior glory will keep you from being crushed to pieces by this thing."

Zhang Qi rolled his eyes in his heart.

"Ah, Miss Mu, please choose your label."

Mr. Bachman finally handed the bag to Mu Qianhong.

"Huh? This thing feels so prickly to the touch."

Mu Qianhong frowned and took out the model inside and showed it to everyone.

The model of the fire dragon has bronze horns and bright yellow eyes. It is covered in black scales, and the bone spurs on its body and tail are also bronze.

"It seems that Miss Mu's luck is not very good. This is the Hungarian Horntail, one of the most dangerous fire dragons in the world. It likes to eat people and is very dangerous."

"This is not the most dangerous fire dragon in the world. The most dangerous fire dragon should be the Siberian black dragon, because Hungarian hornets generally do not actively attack human cities, but the Siberian black dragon dares."

Mu Qianhong waved her hand.

"But how do you know the habits of this fire dragon?"

Anna asked a little unconvinced.

"The family has developed medicine specifically to capture the Siberian black dragon, and has achieved great success. This Chinese magical animal has made a huge contribution to the export of materials."

Mu Qianhong deliberately amplified her voice and said it so that Picquery next to her could hear clearly.

"Humph".

The director of the Magical Congress of Edenia snorted coldly, then turned and walked out of the tent.

"Director Xilin, I am ready to implement the plan."

Peilan appeared behind her like a ghost and said softly.

"Does it have to be in the first game"?

Xilin frowned.

"Yes, Director Xilin, since we want to cause an accident to dampen China's prestige, we must also think about the consequences of doing so."

"We can let Shenzhou die in this competition, because this is the best way to demoralize them, but of the three players they participated in, only this one is the most convenient for us to attack, and only this one will not cause trouble after we do it. Very strong consequences."

"After all, I think you should know that Xu Lin once fought against Dumbledore in Paris, and if it weren't for the fact that Shenzhou's spells were mainly based on physical assistance and were not familiar with pure magic output, that hundreds-year-old old man would have been killed long ago. The mace smashed his head."

Perrin whispered from the side.

"The men in Congress are really crazy"...

Xilin sighed.