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The little wizards had mixed reviews about Fleur's performance just now, and anyway, the boys were shouting and screaming, clapping and cheering, and their voices were deafening.

For example, Harry and Hermione, who were next to Evan, had completely opposite opinions.

"She's doing a great job!" Harry said, clapping vigorously.

"She's terrible in everything but dancing well!" Hermione said unceremoniously, "Her spell has a limited effect, it can only be succeeded once by surprise, and it was clearly prepared for the fire dragon, and the judges will definitely see that." After putting the dragon to sleep, she was actually touched by Mars......"

In all fairness, Fleur didn't perform well enough, far inferior to Krum.

There is nothing to praise other than the magic of restraining the fire dragon and the courage that summons up at the end.

After a moment of silence, the judges began to score Fleur.

Lady Maxim gave a perfect score, Bagman gave an eight, and Dumbledore and Mr. Clouchy gave a seven, which is a fairly fair assessment.

Karkaroff, for his part, gave five points, full of malice.

"Look, that Chinese fireball is out, and there's Ron down there!"

Everyone's eyes turned to the entrance, expecting Ron's performance.

"Now for our youngest warrior, Mr. Weasley, to play!" Bagman shouted.

After the whistle, Ron stepped out of the tent, looking like he was about to suffocate!

During the long wait, Ron's inner tension increased little by little, and it had reached an unspeakable level.

His mind was blank, he didn't think about anything, and the nerves in his body were beating rapidly and indirectly.

Ron's legs felt as if they weren't his own, and he awkwardly walked past the bushes and through a gap in the fence into the playing field.

In the next second, everything in front of me was like a brightly colored dream.

Hundreds of faces looked at him from the stands above, scrutinizing him.

Ron struggled to find the faces of his familiar people, such as Aven, Harry, and Hermione, to make him feel somewhat reassured.

But no, at this moment, everyone's face seemed to be the same in his eyes, and they were all looking at themselves expressionlessly.

Thousands of faces swirled in front of Ron's eyes, and it felt like the sky was spinning, and he seemed to faint at any moment.

At the other end of the field, the bright red Chinese fireball towered.

The relatively docile Chinese fireball didn't bother Ron at all, but the noise from the surrounding audience made it very nervous.

It clung to the dragon egg beneath it, and kept looking around, spewing a huge fireball in warning.

Unlike the two fire dragons that appeared before, the flames of the Chinese fireball were instantaneous mushroom-shaped fireballs, not the kind of long chain-like demonic fires that guided them, and the effect of the huge fireballs with high temperatures looked even more amazing.

In the face of the Chinese fireball, everyone is waiting to see what Ron is going to do?!

Will he rush straight at the fire dragon like Krum and resist it, or will he use some kind of magical magic like Fleur do?!

In the next second, in everyone's surprised gaze, Ron turned around directly.

He ran as fast as he could, in the opposite direction on the other side of the field, as far away from the dragon as he could.

Ron told himself to get rid of distractions and concentrate completely, absolutely, thinking about the fire bolts that Harry had lent him.

"Something seems to be wrong, our youngest warrior seems to be scared stupid!" Bagman shouted with a frown, "why is he so far away from the fire dragon, could it be that he has other plans?!"

There was a burst of boos from the audience, led by Slytherin, and a cacophony of curses resounded throughout the venue.

They didn't see what Ron was up to, only to see Ron standing there stupidly after escaping to the edge of the field.

The clamor of malice was incessant, and everyone seemed to think that Ron was going to give up.

If that were the case, it would be the most tedious game, and in their opinion, Ron didn't deserve to be a Warrior at all.

In this environment, it was really difficult to concentrate, and Ron tried several times without success.

"Firebolts are coming!" he shouted anxiously, raising his wand.

Ron waited, every cell of his body praying and hoping.

If this move didn't work, if the fire bolt didn't fly, he couldn't even think about it......

He looked at everything around him, and it seemed as if there was a transparent barrier of shimmering light in front of him.

It was like a layer of hot smoke, making the venue and the hundreds of faces around him float strangely!

Ron waved his wand hard, but nothing happened, which made him look a little silly.

The voices of doubt in the audience grew louder and louder, and everyone didn't know what Ron wanted to do.

"Oops, he's so nervous!" Evan said, staring at Ron, "It's not going to go on like this!"

"Ron, concentrate and get rid of distractions!" Hermione shouted, but it didn't work.

As soon as she shouted, she was immediately drowned out by the loud and loud voices of the audience.

Ron swung his wand vigorously there, getting more and more anxious as time passed.

He tried to tell himself to calm down, but the more he did it, the more nervous he became.

Then, Ron snapped into the bottles of potions that Evan had given him.

Evan had told him to sit on top of a broomstick and avoid everyone's eyes before taking the potions, so that no one would see him use the potion.

But it was obviously not possible to continue like this, and looking at the huge fire dragon that was close at hand, Ron felt that he couldn't hold on for long.

He needed some confidence, and Ron shuddered and pulled a bottle of potion out of his bosom, tilted his head and drank it.

"You can't hurt me, your flames can't hurt me!" he muttered, staring at the fire dragon intensely.

The cold feeling circulated in his body, which made him sober up a lot.

Seeing Ron's movements, the boos from the audience grew louder, and some people began to suspect that Ron was cheating.

The first two warriors only used wands, but Ron needed the help of potions, which was obviously unfair!

"Aha, Mr. Weasley has a potion!" Bagman said loudly, "let's hear what the judges have to say." ”

Dumbledore, Crouch, Karkaroff, and Lady Maxime were discussing Ron's actions, discussing them quickly.

They quickly came to a conclusion, announced by Bagman.

"The results are in, although the tournament stipulates that wands are the only weapon for warriors, but the rules do not say that potions are not allowed, and Mr. Weasley has cleverly found a loophole!" Bagman shouted happily, "Of course, we will also have to check the potions he is taking to see if they are illegal." (To be continued.) )