Chapter 172 Let's Hunt for Treasure! Warrior

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For Ludo Bagman's words, everyone present did not have much reaction, because everyone already knew what kind of scene they were about to face.

Fleur was still sitting in the corner, looking preoccupied; while Harry and Hermione, the former was constantly recalling what he heard in Moody's office, while the latter was still pale.

As for Maca, he just looked at Harry and Hermione, expressionless and silent.

In a blink of an eye, I heard the sound of hundreds of feet walking past the tent. The owners of the feet were chatting and laughing excitedly, which made the atmosphere in the tent even more dignified.

Then, when the footsteps had died down, Bagman untied the purple silk bag.

"Two ladies first, gentlemen, please wait a moment." He said playfully, and handed the bag to Fleur Delacour first.

She reached into the cloth bag with a trembling hand and pulled out a very delicate model case that looked like one of Luna's favorite trinkets.

What's even more amazing is that this water-blue box model has been enchanted. At this moment, it was lying quietly in Furong's palm, exuding slightly steaming water vapor.

And on the lid of this box, a small ancient rune is constantly changing slightly.

"This is... the rune alphabet?" Furong whispered.

At Hogwarts, the study of ancient runes is an optional course in the third grade, and it is the same at Beauxbatons. She recognized the meaning of the letter at a glance.

"'lagu' represents water...does this tell me to look for it where there is water?" Fleur was thinking, and stood aside, letting Hermione step forward to take out her box model.

Maca at the side heard Fu Rong whispering to herself, he shook his head, but nodded slightly.

"'lagu' also represents a woman's intuition," he thought to himself, "this Veela hybrid is lucky, because she can't be wrong no matter what she thinks, the most she can do is spend more time."

At this time, Hermione had also drawn her model, which was a small box with uncertain reality, and a translucent rune letter was printed in the center of the box cover halfway.

"'eoh,' the yew tree?"

As soon as she saw the familiar rune letters, Hermione felt better all of a sudden, at least that little face was not as white as before. She subconsciously turned her head and explained to Harry habitually: "But you have to pay attention, it symbolizes death or rebirth. I think this must be helpful to find it."

Harry nodded in bewilderment, not sure if he understood or not.

"It's time for the men, come on, Harry!" Bagman handed out the bag to Harry who was next to Hermione, signaling him to draw first.

"Uh... can I?"

Harry glanced at Maca, and after seeing him nod, he put his hand in. But when he took out the box model that belonged to him from the bag, he was suddenly stunned.

Everyone else's box has only one letter on the lid, but he has two! You know, Harry was not very familiar with ancient runes, but who knew that he had drawn a combination of runes.

Maca couldn't help curling his lips when he saw this, and didn't know whether he was lucky or unlucky. The meaning of this combination of runes was too clear.

"eolh" represents the horns of the elk, and also represents the hand stretched upwards, which generally symbolizes reaching the kingdom of God, and has the meaning of commanding heights; while "nvd" represents poverty or hardship, which is unfortunate on the surface, but secretly Refers to challenge.

If the person who draws this box is familiar with runes, then the location of this box is already revealed.

"Mr. McLean, the last model... Take it out yourself!" Bagman looked extremely excited,

He sang the words almost in an aria-like tone.

But Maca obviously didn't like it, he waved his hands and said, "Mr. Bagman, please do it for me..."

"Oh, alright!" He shrugged, "Actually, I really want to try it myself!"

He quickly reached into the bag and took out an almost completely white box model. On top of this model, bursts of cold air are silently exuding.

When Maca saw this model, she couldn't help frowning.

"...This is not a good omen." He casually took it from Bagman's hand, rubbed his brows and began to think.

On this snow-white box model, a rune letter "is" represents "ice". In the superficial sense of the character, it symbolizes a graceful and delicate deception that seems helpful but is actually a hindrance.

And in the deep meaning of this letter, it also represents the possibility that the plan will be delayed, which may be the last thing Maca wants to see now.

"Okay, you've got it!" Bagman said. "You've all drawn the boxes you're going to search for. Where are they? Of course, you have to find the answer from the models in your hands..."

"Okay, I'm going to leave you guys for a while now, because I'm going to give a commentary to the audience. Everyone go to the entrance of their respective tents and wait! As soon as you hear the whistle, everyone walk into the field, understand?"

After he finished speaking, he added suddenly: "So...Harry...can I say a few words to you? Right here."

It seemed that, without anyone else worrying about it, Bagman must be planning to give Harry some good news. Maca, who walked out of the tent first, glanced back, then walked unhurriedly to the tent entrance on the other side of the venue.

Along the way, a constant commotion could be heard on top of the high wall, and the spectators had evidently arrived. And when Maca walked into the entrance of his tent, Bagman had already delivered more than half of his prepared speech.

No way, his entrance is the one farthest from the resting place, and he has to walk a full half circle around the wall!

Not long after, the sharp sound of the magic whistle cut through the cheers of the audience, announcing the official start of the first event of the Triwizard Tournament.

When he lifted the curtain and walked through the aisle to the real arena, a multiplayer arena as big as several Muggle football fields immediately came into Maca's eyes.

It was a man-made complex terrain.

Among the towering walls all around, there are high and low continuous stone mountains, winding riversides, and even a dense evergreen forest.

And in the very center of the site, a steep mountain that was higher than the wall stood there. It can be seen that there is even ice and snow condensed on the peak, which appears illusory, mysterious and wonderful in the clouds that are obviously made by magic.

That was obviously where Harry was going, and it was also the place that confused Maca.

And at various positions in the field, the eight fire dragons either fell asleep on the ground, or soared high in the sky, and from time to time they would spray a series of fire dragon breaths towards the audience on the wall. Although the flame would always be easily blocked by a faintly visible magic film, the audience would still lean back in fright.

Maca was not in a hurry to find the box he had drawn, he chose a stone at random, controlled it with the floating spell, and flew himself high into the sky. Seeing him looking left and right, he seemed to be looking for something.

Suddenly there was an uproar from the audience, and Maca caught sight of Harry. Sure enough, he summoned his broom with the Flying Charm, and deftly avoided the dragon's breath of a Hungarian Horntail, and flew straight towards the mountain peak in the center of the field.

As for Hermione, it stands to reason that she should have gone into the woods. Although the forest was right under Maca, he didn't see Hermione's figure.

On the contrary, Maka has already found Furong's location. She is now cautiously wandering along the bank of a small river, while avoiding the fire dragon, she is carefully looking for the location of the box that belongs to her.

"I found it." Maca moved his eyes forward again, and this time, he finally nodded.

What he was looking for was the Chinese fireball that he had been paying attention to that night. It was also known as "Dragon Lion". Some golden spots faintly flashing on the fiery red dragon scales clearly indicated that it was a female dragon lion.

When Maca saw it, it was lazily lying on a piece of grass, as if it was still taking a nap!

"Since the 'boss' has been found, let's look for the 'treasure chest'..." Maca muttered softly, and began to look around again.

However, his "little bug" hanging in mid-air seems to have attracted the attention of a big guy.

Like the ferocious black dragon chasing Harry, it is also a strong and fierce Hungarian treetop. With pitch-black scales, yellow eyes, and sharp bronze-colored horns, it looks like a dangerous and aggressive breed.

Maca is too lazy to entangle with this large lizard with rough skin, thick flesh and high magic resistance. Even if he kills it, the dragon farm will not give him half a scale, so why should he bother?

With a wave of Maca's hand, a cloud of gray mist exploded suddenly, hiding his figure. When the fog dissipated with the wind, he had already disappeared from the sight of the black dragon.

"The hint is 'ice', but that also means deception... Plus the place with ice is only the central peak..."

After thinking about it for a while, he immediately rushed to the northwest corner. The box he was looking for should be hidden in that strange rocky field.

There is the corner, and it is also the lowest position in the whole site, there is still steaming, and the fire is faintly visible in the cracks of the rocks. All indications are that it is a terrain that is completely opposite to the peak snow.

When he came to this rocky ground, a thick sulfur smell rushed over his face, and the surrounding temperature obviously had a huge contrast with other places.

"It would be nice to have a hot spring on Rowena's island in the future..." Maca rubbed his chin and mused to himself thoughtfully.