As the match time approached, Amorastus became increasingly busy.
To maintain order on the day of the match, Hogwarts has released a limited number of tickets for on-site spectators. For the European magical world, which has been at peace for a long time, there are countless social celebrities and noble figures who hope to witness the opening battle of the Triwizard Tournament for the first time in several centuries.
Various letters requesting to watch the match flooded into Hogwarts, not just Amorastus and Dumbledore, but the teachers teaching here also have relatives and friends. They have received many letters recently expressing the wish to enter Hogwarts on the day of the match.
Even Professor Snape asked for a spot for a friend of his who is skilled in the subject of Potions.
This is the most frustrating thing for Amorastus, as he cannot bring everyone to the school, and there must be a choice. For those who have not been approved, Amorastus tries his best to send a letter of apology.
As for his personality, he is actually unwilling to do this, but now he not only represents himself, but he is also the flag of Hogwarts. The world under the sun is always full of complicated causes and effects, which cannot be done as one pleases.
Additionally, the matter of live broadcasting the event also took up a considerable amount of his energy.
Elves and WWN have already reached an agreement, and the rental of the venue is also proceeding in a hurry. They have brought several devices, which were previously used for broadcasting signals, but how to convert the image into a magical magnetic signal, and how to reproduce this thing can only be done by Amorastus, who is a core technology. Amorastus cannot hand it over, so this job can only be done by himself.
Bang--
A multi-colored flame scroll appeared in the student safety office, which was strewn with parts. Amorastus, with slightly weary eyes, and Fox emerged together from the dissipating flames.
Early this morning, he left Hogwarts for St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries, where he went to negotiate a partnership. By the day of the match, St. Mungo's will send a team of elite healers to the Hogwarts headquarters.
Although he doesn't believe that any catastrophic mass injury events would occur with him and Dumbledore present, if there were any unforeseen incidents, Mrs. Pomfrey alone would not be able to handle the situation.
"Go on--"
Amorastus said to the Fox that was hovering in the air, "Once you return to your real master, I will miss you." With a slight melancholy look at the scattered parts, Amorastus sighed deeply.
Half of November has passed, and at this time, it is no longer possible to see a starry sky at Hogwarts. It is the same tonight; the sky outside is draped in melancholic clouds, with the moon's light on the ground obscured by layers of clouds, forming only irregular patches of light in the high sky.
Hu--
Suddenly, a faint silver light pierced through the wall and stopped in front of Amorastus.
The silver phoenix spread its wings, sprinkling dreamy fragments of light, with its sapphire eyes conveying a touch of smiles.
"How was your day, Amorastus?"
"Stop beating around the bush, Headmaster Dumbledore--" Amorastus's face darkened slightly, "What's up?"
"This is it, about half an hour ago, the event group has sent the champions' opponents to Hogwarts. They are currently stationed in the Forbidden Forest. Considering that these special guests may not necessarily like the environment of the Forbidden Forest, I think it's necessary for you to take a look--"
"Why don't you go?" Amorastus spoke straightforwardly.
"Ah——" The phoenix winked playfully,
"I suppose you wouldn't want a hundred-year-old person to endure the cold wind and dew at night, in the pitch-black forest, subjected to the harassment of a group of fire dragons, would you, Amorastus? And Charlie Weasley, who accompanied these 'guests' to Hogwarts, I think you might be pleased to catch up with him."
"You are even blacker than the workshop owners of those alchemy shops, Headmaster Dumbledore--"
Amorastus ignored the ho-ho laughter from Phoenix Guardian, and walked out of the office directly.
It's now 8 PM, and there aren't many junior wizards left in the castle. However, almost every junior wizard encountered on the road was radiating with anticipation and eagerness, carrying a sense of urgency in the castle's air as well.
The junior wizards were all eagerly awaiting the next Wednesday to arrive, so they could enjoy the excitement, and they were well aware that for this excitement, Professor Blaine had been up all night for many days now.
The location where the fire dragons were stationed had been chosen long ago, so there was no need for anyone to guide them. Amorastus was curious, however, why the team escorting the fire dragons would be a day earlier than scheduled. With this doubt in mind, Amorastus quickly advanced along the lake shore.
About twenty minutes later, Amorastus turned into the Forbidden Forest from a small path. Here, it was no longer a particularly difficult task to locate the direction because, through the dense array of trees, the dark woods occasionally erupted in bursts of fierce firelight and angry roars.
Amorastus circled around a grove of trees and then saw a pen made of thick planks. He was very familiar with this pen because some of the magic used to contain it was created by him. However, the 'distant guests' had not moved into their new home.
There were four carriages stopped by the side of the pen. These carriages were bigger than those of Bursipaton's, and now, the boards on all four sides had been removed, revealing the iron cages inside and the dragons within them.
"I've had enough!"
Suddenly, from a group of people surrounding the four cages but at least fifty feet away, someone suddenly screamed in agony.
"Get in the pen now, for Merlin's sake!"
As he spoke, the person raised his wand, as if to cast a spell on the fire dragon, but before he could act, a stocky figure intercepted him.
"Don't do that, Lovecraft, that will only anger it. They've traveled far and wide, and are naturally on high alert in this new environment!"
"But we can't spend the whole night here, Charlie!"
The person who was about to cast a spell on the fire dragon shouted.
"We've been traveling over half a month to bring them here, and I desperately want a drink of whisky and then to lie down on a soft bed and sleep well!"
All four dragons were in the cages, each with an iron chain the size of an arm around their necks. They were mostly calm, but as soon as any of the dragon handlers tried to approach the cages, these dragons would immediately raise their heads and roar fiercely, spewing out blazing firelight.
Zzz, what a fortune this must be worth--
Amorastus was excitedly thinking and then stepped out of the darkness.
"Having trouble, Charlie?"
To be honest, the two-week journey was exhausting for Charlie as well. He had never escorted fire dragons over such a long distance before. So, even though he was not keen on using magical methods to calm the dragons, he had to seriously consider Lovecraft's suggestion.
Just as Charlie was about to call his companions to cast spells on the fire dragons, a sudden voice behind him startled him, and he immediately revealed a look of excitement.
"It's you, Amorastus!"
At this moment, a sudden change occurred. The few fire dragons that had been just sitting in the cages and on alert for the handlers to approach, upon seeing Amorastus Braen approaching, suddenly became stiff. Then, in the four pairs of fierce eyes, an overwhelming anger immediately surged forth!
Roar! Boom!
For the past two weeks, these fire dragons had tried countless times to break free from their iron cages, knowing that it was impossible. But as soon as that gray-haired, purple-eyed wizard approached, these dragons all lifted their heads and roared ferociously. They seemed to be attacking the cages recklessly, opening their blood-stained fanged mouths wide, and in the next moment, scorching flames like blazing suns filled the view of all dragon handlers!
(Chapter Ends)
