On the parchment paper, the Australian protein eye, which was full of colorful light, was still roaring at everyone.

"They want you to deal with a fire dragon?" Penelo nervously covered his mouth, "How is this possible."

Mike gently patted Penelo for comfort and signaled her to continue watching.

At this time, more words gradually appeared on the parchment:

Australian protein eye

‘For a long time, it has been the most beautiful fire dragon, covered with pearly scales, shining, and there are no pupils in its colorful eyes.

Australian protein eyes have moderate body size and weigh about two to three tons.

He has a mild temperament and loves eating sheep and can spray a red flame of extremely bright colors.’

Warriors' Phase One Mission

‘Snatch the golden egg from the Fire Dragon Nest.’

As this passage appears, the balls on the parchment also change.

A nest appeared beside the fire dragon, with about five or six eggs inside, most of which were grayish-white, but one of them was extremely conspicuously golden.

‘Suggested clearance method:

1. Use the eye spell to cause the fire dragon to lose its vision.

2. Use deformation technique to transform the sheep and make the fire dragon come out of the nest.

3. Use the flying spell to steal.’

After the display was completed, a bright red flame suddenly erupted from the mouth of the Australian protein-eye fire dragon on the parchment paper. Then the whole piece of parchment began to spontaneously ignite and eventually turned into nothingness, leaving no ash behind.

"This...this shouldn't be a pre-match coach?"

Penelo said stutteringly.

She is not a fool either. Even if the event, which was once extremely casualty rate in the Triumph Championship, has undergone reforms, will not give players such detailed "strategy" before the game.

"Of course, I cheated." Mike said as a matter of course, "cheating is a routine in the top three, so you don't have to take it to heart."

"Then, how do you plan to deal with this Australian but roll your eyes?" Franklin asked carefully, "That's an adult fire dragon!"

"Yes, Mike." Penelo echoed, "There are three solutions on the note. Which one do you plan to use?"

"I don't need any of them."

Mike said this, while Franklin, who was standing beside him, showed a black question mark face.

"It's just a fire dragon, it's not as difficult as you think."

Franklin and Penelo looked at each other speechlessly. This is an adult fire dragon. Whether it is physical fitness or breathing power, it is not something that ordinary wizards can compete with. How can you say it is so lightweight?

But what Mike said was the truth.

He really didn't take it seriously as a simple fire dragon or a fire dragon whose range of movement was limited.

Although he was busy during this period, he still did not let go of meditation and spell practice every day.

Now, his strength has reached a terrifying level.

According to his rough estimate, if he now relaxes all restrictions, he should be able to fight Snape for a long time.

But it is hard to say if it is a life-and-death battle, after all, there are too many battle changes between wizards.

Compared with the power controlled by wizards, the wizards' physical fitness is so weak that it makes the scalp numb.

...

The next morning, when Mike arrived at the auditorium, he became the focus of the crowd again.

Last night was so rushed that no one except the people from Ravenclawn Academy had time to congratulate Mike.

So now that there is a chance, all these people are coming.

Mike in the crowd had a formulaic smile on his face, shook hands with the people over and over again, and expressed his gratitude for their congratulations.

At the same time, he also noticed that most of the people who came to congratulate him had a magic badge on their chests.

It can be seen that this badge should have been made spontaneously by students because it is not very exquisite, and only some crude image and text magic is attached to it, so that the images and text on it can be constantly changed.

On the badge, what is changing at this moment is Mike's avatar. There is even this line of artistic words below, which says: Support Mike Tolley Hogwarts' real warrior.

"Isn't that bad?" Slytherin's Chris leaned against Mike with a smile, "Wait, there's something even more powerful!"

As he said that, Chris pressed the badge.

Then the picture on the badge began to change.

The background color above changed from shiny gold to dark green, the avatar changed to Harry, and the text below finally changed to 'Potter smelly dung!'.

There were many people surrounding Mike, and except for a small number of Gryffindor students, all of the other three colleges carried this badge on them.

At this moment, they all pressed the badge on their chests, and then, under the illumination of a green light, everyone burst into laughter.

Mike didn't laugh, he just looked at Chris with a blank expression.

The laughter in Chris's mouth, staring at Mike, stopped abruptly and explained to Mike awkwardly:

"These are some badges made by our Slytherin. After all, Slytherin is also a part of Hogwarts. Although we don't like you, the Warrior, we still have to support us. Then, the students of Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff also seemed to like this badge very much, so we gave them a part."

"That's right! Mike!" A senior Hufflepuff boy from the side said with a red face, "We are convinced that you are a Warrior! But this villain (he poked the green Harry portrait on his chest with his fingers)! We will never accept it!"

An echo sound immediately sounded around.

Mike shook his head speechlessly.

He is really powerless to do anything about the current situation. People will only choose to believe what they are willing to believe. Even if Mike explains it to Harry, others will only think that this is Mike's modesty.

So, Mike could only say sorry to Harry.

Compared with the students' fierce reactions, the professors have to be much calmer.

Mike doesn’t have many courses today, just two magic lessons and two Muggle research lessons.

Among them, Professor Flevy didn't react much, just smiled at Mike throughout the class.

The middle-aged female professor in Muggle Research Class is different. This guy praised Mike to God. When bragging to his classmates, he often hinted to everyone that the reason why Mike can achieve her current achievements is largely because of her good teaching.

This made Mike really unbearable. If it were someone else, Mike would still turn against him on the spot, but facing a professor... Mike could only pray that get out of class would be over soon.

Fortunately, God seemed to have heard Mike's prayer. Just as Mike was still holding back his awkward intentions and cooperating with the professor's bragging, a panting boy named Ravenclaw suddenly broke into the classroom of Muggle Research Class.

"Teacher...Professor, they want Tangli...Senior Tangli will go upstairs now."

"Huh?" The middle-aged female professor glared at the man with dissatisfaction, "Who are they?"

"Yes... it's Mr. Bagman." The boy said uneasy, "all the warriors are going, and I think they seem to be taking pictures..."

The middle-aged female professor rolled her eyes. As an unvalued professor who is not valued, she has a rare time to brag about others.

And now it seems that today's happy time is about to end, and she still cannot resist the orders of the senior officials of the Ministry of Magic.

So, ten minutes later, Mike, with a smile on his face, finally appeared in a small classroom.

"Oh! Oh! He's here! The Warriors of Hogwarts!" An old woman with blonde curly hair and glasses came to Mike, "Come in, Mr. Tony. We're going to start the wand testing ceremony, and the other warriors and referees will arrive soon."

This woman, Mike, knows the reporter who has worked with him several times and specializes in writing black articles - Ritaskit.

He quietly avoided Ritaskit's hand that reached out, then nodded slightly to her and said:

"Hello, Ms. Skit."

"Hello! Hello! It's my honor to see you!"

Ritaskit said flatteringly, without any embarrassment of being rejected just now.

The tables and chairs in the classroom had long been piled up behind, leaving a large open space. In the center of the open space, Ludo Bacman sat there in a daze, and on the other side of the open space, Wickor Krum was huddled in the corner as usual, not talking to anyone.

"Mike!"

A nice female voice came. When Mike heard the sound, he saw Furong walking towards him with a smile.

"You're finally here!" Furong shook her head as she said, and her long silver hair flashed with dazzling light, "I'm almost suffocated by myself!"

After saying that, she took Mike's arm as if she were right.

Ritaskit, who was beside him, his eyes lit up suddenly when he saw this, and he gestured to the chubby cameraman frantically.

The cameraman who was taking photos crazy towards Krum finally reacted and pointed the camera at Mike and Furong.

"Maybe you can chat with Krum." Mike glanced at Ritaskit, who was so excited that he could hardly help himself, and said slowly, "Look, he looks very pitiful."

"I don't want it!" Furong hugged Mike's arm and twisted her lower body. The two indescribable masses squeezed on Mike's arms and kept deforming. "That guy doesn't even speak English. I have nothing to talk to him!"

Mike was about to reply, but Ludo Bacman, who was in a daze not far away, suddenly stood up.

"He's here! The fourth warrior! Harry Potter!"

Ludo seemed quite excited, which made his voice sound a little more vibrato.

"Hello, emm, Mr. Ludo." Harry greeted with awkward smile, "Hello, Mike."

"Okay, don't waste time. We must check whether your wand is fully functional and has good performance, because in future competitions, the wand may be the only thing you can rely on, haha." Ludo smiled a little obscenely, "The expert is upstairs, with Dumbledore. After the wand is tested, we will take photos, and then you will finally need to accept an interview with the reporter. Well, it's this Rita...well... Rita..."

"Ritaskit! Mr. Bagman!"

Ritaskit gritted his teeth and reminded.

"Okay, Ms. Ritaskit!" Ludo waved his hand and led everyone to the stairs, "Let's go, everyone."

Upstairs of this classroom is a bright attic, with a long table covered with velvet tablecloths, on which Mr. Kakarov, Maxim and Crouch were sitting upright.

In the window of the attic stands Dumbledore and an old man who looks familiar to Mike.

"Please allow me to introduce Mr. Ollivander." Dumbledore returned to the referee's seat alone. "Mr. Ollivander is one of the only remaining wand masters in Europe. Almost all wizards in the entire Kingdom of Ying were written by him."

Ollivand stood up and bowed slightly to everyone.

And it was not until this time that Mike remembered who he was.

The old man who opened a broken shop in Diagon Alley specializes in selling magic wands.

"Miss Dragul, come first, okay?"

Ollivand said, walking to the open space in the center of the housing prices.

Furong took a deep breath, shook her hair, and went over and handed her wand to Ollivander.

The wand was spinning like a baton in Ollivand's hand, and many pink and golden sparks were constantly spraying out from the tip of the stick. Then he put the wand in front of him, looked carefully, and smelled it again.

"I can't tell who it is, but the craftsmanship is pretty good!" he said, "Made of maple, nine inches long, the core of the staff is... Oh! Merlin!"

Suddenly, he stopped and looked at Furong in disbelief.

"The core of the stick is Veva's hair, my grandma's hair."

Furong said nervously, her eyes unconsciously floating towards Mike.

In this passage, she admitted that her grandmother was a veterinary, and she had part of the veterinary blood.

This kind of bloodline of mixed wizards and magical creatures is much lower than that of Muggle traits in the traditional concept of pure blood, especially the blood of a lower creature that is usually only used by wizards as RBQ.

It can be said that this is in France where the atmosphere is open.

If it was in Yingguo, Furong would not have the chance to be born at all. Once other wizards knew that her grandmother had given birth to a child with a mixed-race with a wizard, they would immediately run over and strangle the mother and son to death.

Even in France, her bloodline is still disgraced by many people.

So, she is very worried now, worried whether Mike will hate her because of her bloodline.

Fortunately, there was no look of disgust on Mike's face. On the contrary, he was now applauding Furong.

"What a wonderful combination! Although I have never used Veva's hair as the core of the staff. I think the wand made of Veva's hair is a bit... well, it's too sensitive and willful. But I believe this wand is definitely the best for you!"

Olivande blew the rainbow fart in his mouth, and at the same time he stroked the wand with his fingers to check for any scratches and defects on it.

Then, he whispered: "Orchids are in full bloom!"

Everyone heard a muffled sound, and a bouquet of flowers bloomed from the tip of their sticks.

"It's in a pretty good condition! You can tell that you cherish it very much." Olivande handed the bouquet to Furong, "Come on, beautiful flowers with beautiful ladies! This is a traditional and beautiful combination!"

Ollivand was full of mouth, but Furong completely ignored him.
Chapter completed!