i sold arms at hogwarts

Perhaps because of the limited space, the first game of this Triwizard Tournament was held on the Quidditch pitch.

On this day, the Quidditch stadium was filled with loud gongs and drums, firecrackers blasting, red flags waving, and huge crowds of people... Ahem, sorry, I went to the wrong set.

Remy didn't know what the situation was like on the Quidditch pitch because he was not on the Quidditch pitch.

Not only him, but the other four contestants were not on the Quidditch pitch. They were all in a temporary tent set up next to the Quidditch pitch.

Although it looks like just a shaky and illegal building that may collapse at any time, there is something special inside - it has been cast a traceless stretching spell.

The space inside is very large, no less than an auditorium to be exaggerated, and the layout is also very particular. Tea and snacks are all available in the rest area.

Unlike several other contestants who were so nervous that they couldn't sit down, Remi was not only able to sit down, but even half-lying down - the kind of person who was paralyzed.

Slumping on the chair and sipping black tea and snacks, I felt so uncomfortable.

After resting for about 5 minutes, a little head suddenly popped out from the corner, it was Luna.

After seeing it, Remy smiled slightly and hurriedly waved to her to come over. Luna also smiled slightly, walked into the tent and sat next to Remi.

"How is it? You shouldn't be nervous, right?" Luna asked.

"That's of course. Not only am I not nervous, I'm even very..."

Click!

A sudden sound and a flash of white light interrupted Remy's words.

"This is the players' resting area. Unrelated personnel break in without authorization and disrupt the normal order of the game... The possibility of cheating cannot be ruled out."

The female reporter walked and talked, and as she kept talking, the automatic feather pen floating next to her kept writing on the parchment.

Remy frowned, blinked and turned his head, just in time to see the female reporter push up her glasses triumphantly and even slightly raise her chin.

Seeing her acting like this, Remy's face instantly turned cold.

"If you put it that way, you are also an irrelevant person." Remy said calmly.

"Haha, I am a special reporter for this Triwizard Tournament, and I am also..."

pop~

Bang!

Bang!

As Remi snapped his fingers, the paper and pen next to the female reporter and the camera in the photographer's hand exploded instantly. The female reporter was so frightened that she immediately let out a piercing scream that was not human-like and hurriedly hid aside.

Everyone else in the tent looked at Remy, especially the contestants. Krum and Fleur, who had no idea about Remy before, suddenly changed their expressions when they saw Remy casting magic without a wand. Cedric, a student at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, also looked at Remy with serious eyes.

"Tsk, with your mental quality, you still want to be a reporter. I'm afraid you're not a prostitute, right?" Remy mocked.

Realizing that she had lost her composure, the female reporter stood up from her chair with a livid face. The next moment she saw the paper, pen and camera exploded to pieces.

This time, her face was no longer livid, but turned black.

She stretched out her hand and pointed at Remy tremblingly, but as soon as she met Remy's eyes, she was so frightened that she quickly pulled her hand back.

"You...just wait for me! I will ask the Daily Prophet to ban you when I get back! And I will also sue you to the Ministry of Magic for maliciously destroying other people's private property!" the female reporter said in a sharp voice.

"The prerequisite for destroying other people's property is that the person must be a human being." Remy said calmly: "Don't provoke me. If you make me angry, let alone your bullshit Daily Prophet, even if Voldemort comes, I can't save you."

After listening to the first half of Remy's words, the female reporter was still a little unconvinced and wanted to say something. Before she could speak, she heard Remy directly call Voldemort by his name. The female reporter's face changed again, and the blood on her face quickly faded. .

Just at this moment, Director Barty walked into the tent with the three principals. Principal Dumbledore looked at the tense Remy and the female reporter and glanced at the remains of the camera on the ground. He quickly guessed what happened here. .

"The game is about to start. All irrelevant personnel should go out." Principal Dumbledore said, and then glanced at Mr. Filch who was coming down the stairs: "Why are you going? Who will be responsible for firing the cannon after you leave?"

Mr. Filch smiled awkwardly and hurriedly climbed onto the fort again.

Remy patted Luna on the shoulder and signaled her to leave first. Luna nodded and suddenly stamped on Remi's face, then skipped away, as if the principals didn't exist the whole time.

The other two principals glanced at Principal Dumbledore, and they could only sigh in their hearts when they found that Principal Dumbledore didn't care at all.

"Okay, all five of you, come around. Barty, bag." Principal Dumbledore clapped his hands and said after waiting for the reporters and photographers to leave.

All five people gathered around Principal Dumbledore and Director Barty. Director Barty took out a black bag and explained the rules to the five people.

"There are five dragons in the bag, each representing a real dragon, and each dragon guards a golden egg."

"Your mission is simple - get the golden egg!"

"You must get the golden egg, because the golden egg contains clues to the next project. If you cannot get the golden egg, it will naturally be impossible to get the clue to the next project. In a sense, it is equivalent to being eliminated."

"Okay, now, you line up to draw your opponents...who wants to come first?"

After Director Batty quickly introduced the rules of the competition in concise and clear words, he looked at the unknown contestants. Four of them were thoughtful and seemed to be thinking about the rules of the competition, while Remy yawned very out of place.

"Don't you all want to smoke first? Then I'll serve as a cushion for you." After saying that, Remy stretched out his hand to Director Batty.

Director Batty looked around at the remaining four people again. After confirming that they had no objections, he nodded to Remy and handed the bag to Remy.

Remy put his hand into the bag and immediately touched several small moving things.

If you know enough about dragons, you might be able to figure out what kind of dragon the opponent is just by feeling it and make your own choice. However, Remy doesn't know much about dragons, so he can't judge the identity of the opponent just by feeling it.

So Remy reached out and stirred in the bag three times before grabbing one at random.

When Remy took his hand out of his pocket and saw the appearance of the little dragon in his hand, he was stunned - it was a Horntail Dragon!

At the same time, the other four contestants breathed a sigh of relief in perfect harmony. Even Principal Dumbledore, who was standing behind Director Barty, breathed a sigh of relief.

Remy:? ? ?

Shouldn't this thing be Harry's opponent?How did it become mine?

I don’t want this kind of treatment as a protagonist at all, okay?

"Hungarian Horntail Dragon." Director Batty glanced at Remy with pity, then tightened his pocket and looked at the others: "Who's next?"

"Let me do it."

Fleur took a deep breath and took a step forward, then stretched out her hand and began to draw out the dragon that belonged to her.

Immediately afterwards, Harry and the other three also lined up to draw their own dragons.