The Chinese Fireball, also known as the Liondragon, was a dragon native to China. It was a brilliant red and gold dragon, named for the rounded b.a.l.l.s of flame that shot from its nostrils. The Common Welsh Green, or just Welsh Green, is a dragon native to Wales. It nests in the higher mountain regions where a reservation has been set up for it. It is a green dragon with a distinctive, musical roar. he watched as 15 people to each dragon tried to calm them down hitting them with stunners and while they were all distracted Ryan snuck into the nearby tent and found the eggs inside a chest there were 11 welsh green eggs 5 horntails 7 fireb.a.l.l.s and 7 Swedish short snout eggs he took them all with an evil grin. he had gotten 30 dragons eggs he placed them right into the ranch which could auto hatch them after a while. He replaced the eggs with ostrich eggs he had bought from the shop. He practically skipped back to the castle the girls didn't know what happened til he explained to their shock he then told fleur and Harry about to task and what they needed to do when asked he told them he heard it in the forest and saw the dragons he also gave them simple tips to win fast and easy he told them the eggs would most likely have anti summoning charms so accio wouldn't work but they wouldn't have anti wingardium leviosa charms or anti switching spell charms so they could just float it away or swap it with a rock they were shocked that they could probably beat the task with a 1st year spell but he still made them practice others. he could personally do all that or become invisible like he just did or even lock the dragon he got down with his enkidu chains. Would he? no there's no fun in that at all he wanted to have an exciting fight and he was going to do just that.

The day had come it was time Ryan and Harry left the Great Hall with Professor McGonagall. She didn't seem herself either; in fact, she looked nearly as anxious as the girls. As she walked him down the stone steps and out into the cold November afternoon, she put her hand on their shoulders. "Now, don't panic," she said, "just keep a cool head. . . . We've got wizards standing by to control the situation if it gets out of hand. . . . The main thing is just to do your best, and n.o.body will think any the worse of you. . . . Are you all right?"

"Yes," we both said with confidence he had told Harry about what he should do in case plan a failed that was the broom summon.

She was leading them toward the place where the dragons were, around the edge of the forest, but when they approached the clump of trees behind which the enclosure would be clearly visible, they saw that a tent had been erected, its entrance facing them, screening the dragons from view.

"You're to go in here with the other champions," said Professor McGonagall, in a rather shaky sort of voice, "and wait for your turn. Mr. Bagman is in there. . . he'll be telling you the – the procedure. . . . Good luck. "

Fleur was sitting in a corner on a how wooden stool. She didn't look nearly as composed as usual but when she saw Ryan she instantly cheered up and rushed to him. He had given her the same ring the other girls had with a teleport to the kingdom for emergencies. Viktor Krum looked even surlier than usual, which Ryan supposed was his way of showing nerves.

"Well, now we're all here – time to fill you in!" said Bagman brightly. "When the audience has a.s.sembled, I'm going to be offering each of you this bag" – he held up a small sack of purple silk and shook it at them – "from which you will each select a small model of the thing you are about to face! There are different – er – varieties, you see. And I have to tell you something else too. . . ah, yes. . . your task is to collect the golden egg!"

"Ladies first," he said, offering it to Fleur.

She put a shaking hand inside the bag and drew out a tiny, perfect model of a dragon – a Welsh Green. It had the number two around its neck. she sighed in relief not getting the extra dangerous one The same held true for Krum. He pulled out the scarlet Chinese Fireball. It had a number three around its neck. He didn't even blink, just sat back down and stared at the ground. Harry put his hand into the bag, and out came the blueish-gray Swedish Short-Snout, the number one tied around its neck. Knowing what was left, Ryan put his hand into the silk bag and pulled out the Hungarian Horntail, and the number four. It stretched its wings as he looked down at it, and bared its minuscule fangs. He was keeping this toy. He smirked waiting for the battle to come. Sure it may be stupid to fight a dragon but he wanted to do it anyway Noone knew of his plan.