Chapter 173 Fire Dragon, Sorting Hat and Sword

Compared with the relaxed and happy situation on Maca's side, the situation on Harry's side is a bit dire.

First of all, one thing must be understood - most dragons like high places, and Harry's goal is the highest point of the whole field.

Around that mountain peak, at least three fire dragons were constantly circling. Although Harry's ability to control the broomstick is getting higher and higher, crises are also frequent at the moment.

A fire dragon spewed flames continuously behind him, as if he would never give up if he couldn't catch up; two fire dragons were hovering high in the sky, gazing at him.

How about saying that what Harry drew was both misfortune and a challenge?

I saw him clamping the broom handle tightly with his legs, lowering his figure and flying at a high speed, but the speed was not the fastest. Because, under the pursuit of the fire dragon behind him, he had to dodge every breath of the fire dragon in time. In this case, agility and speed were obviously equally important.

The wizard's robe fluttered in the wind, and his black hair flew in the wind, revealing the iconic lightning scar on Harry's forehead.

The audience was eagerly paying attention to Harry's side. After all, among all the warriors in the audience, Harry's side was the most exciting and also the most nervous.

With each roll and change of direction by Harry, everyone couldn't help but let out a burst of exclamation. Several times, the corners of Harry's clothes were rubbed to the side by the flames, and it was almost a dangerous situation.

But Harry would always avoid it at the most critical moment. He gritted his teeth and kept an eye on everything around him.

He is indeed a real Gryffindor, brave, fearless, and enjoys adventures. Once faced with danger, he will forget all the tension and anxiety and grow through the experience.

As expected of Gryffindor College's new generation of Lion King, rowing without paddles...

At this moment, most of the audience focused their attention on Harry and the fire dragon, and only a handful of people inadvertently caught a glimpse that Maca had sneaked to the edge of a small forest under the central peak at some point.

And just in the clearing in front of the woods, Hermione was hiding in the shadow of a huge rock, looking up worriedly at her good friend Harry who was far away in the sky.

Although Maca still doesn't know why Hermione has been staring at Harry here, but in the general direction, he already has a little understanding.

He subconsciously glanced at the direction of the dragon and lion, and said in his heart: Dumbledore's actions are very fast this time, it seems that the plan is about to officially start...

Just as Maca was thinking for a moment, a burst of chaotic shouts broke out from the audience, pulling him back to reality from his heavy thoughts.

He immediately controlled the floating spell and came to the midair, and his eyes naturally turned to the position of the dragon and lion.

it's gone!

The lawn was now empty, except for a piece of flattened grass, which proved that a huge animal had indeed enjoyed a sweet nap time here just now.

where did it go

Maca stepped on the stone and flew up, his eyes moved rapidly, and soon he saw the dragon and lion covered with conspicuous fiery red scales.

At the same time, a girl's scream also reached Maca's ears.

That should be Furong's exclamation, of course, it can only be her - because another girl is still behind Maca at this moment!

If it was other fire dragons, Maca naturally didn't bother to take care of them. If the Veela hybrid was in mortal danger, the rescue team would arrive immediately.

But if the dragon and lion suddenly attacked, the meaning would be completely different.

At this time, Maca had already squatted down on the stone, leaning forward, so as to maintain the balance of the body more stably while speeding up.

Not long after, he saw Fu Rong running desperately.

And right behind her, that dragon and lion was spreading its dragon wings, almost gliding close to the ground, its lion-like dragon head was extremely ferocious, its mouth was filled with smoke, and there were faint traces of sparks from the corners of its mouth.

The distance between it and Hibiscus is rapidly closing, and the latter will soon be overtaken.

Maca noticed that the eyes of this dragon and lion were already occupied by a kind of strange black, and when it passed through the air, it dragged out two long black air.

He is too familiar with this kind of black air--Voldemort has indeed started to attack!

Get down!

Maca yelled at Fleur who was running, and then stopped paying attention to whether she followed suit. He drew out his wand, and a series of red flames appeared, predicting the flying direction of the dragon and lion and rushing away.

The string of flames accurately hit the strong body of the dragon and lion. Although it interrupted its intention to breathe out the dragon's breath, it only let it fly sideways for a short distance while roaring. After it flapped its wings to maintain its balance, it roared and changed the target of its attack, rushing towards Maca.

It was just an ordinary silent stun spell, and of course it wouldn't hurt a fire dragon. What's more, the fire dragon in front of him is obviously extraordinary.

But Maca's purpose is exactly this, what he wants is to attract the other party's attention!

When he saw the dragon and lion turning towards him, he immediately turned around and fled back. The destination was the mountain in the center of the field, where Harry and Hermione were.

Closer, closer! But Maca was about to be caught up by the dragon and lion behind him!

At this moment, another cloud of mist exploded at the tip of Maca's staff, spreading continuously in the air. The chasing dragon and lion unscrupulously plunged into the gray mist. The huge dragon wings stirred the gray mist, and soon rushed straight out from the other end.

But Maca was gone.

The dragon-lion form uttered a furious roar, and naturally fixed its gaze on Harry in mid-air.

Roar--

Its strength seemed to become incomparably great, and it knocked away the Hungarian Horntail that had been trailing behind Harry in one fell swoop, then flapped its dragon wings, and sped up to catch up with Harry.

Now, most of the spectators have seen the abnormality of this dragon and lion. They looked anxiously at Harry in the air, and even forgot to blink.

But in the middle of the high wall that served as the auditorium, Dumbledore just watched what happened in front of him calmly. He even ignored Professor McGonagall's constant persuasion, and his eyes exuded wisdom. shine.

Faintly, a vague expectation quietly surfaced on Dumbledore's wrinkled face. And his gaze actually stayed on Hermione at the foot of the mountain.

At the very moment when Dumbledore looked at Hermione, Harry, who was trying his best to avoid being chased by the dragon and lion, suddenly flicked the broom handle to the lower left, and turned towards Hermione at an extremely fast speed. The position swooped away.

The sorting hat is coming!

Hermione rushed out from the shadow behind the rock, and with a wave of her wand, the Flying Charm that had been prepared was accurately recited.

It takes time to summon items with the Flying Curse, but from Hogwarts Castle to here, it is only a few seconds at most. The moment Harry swooped down quickly, a strange cry came from far and near, and flew all the way from the outside to Hermione's hand.

Damn it! It must have been more than two hundred years! I must have not flown like this for more than two hundred years! Blame those idiots who call themselves 'Calling the Night', it's okay to invent some flying curse! One time is not enough, come the second time Twice! Let the hat live again? Damn it, which idiot is this time...

Accompanied by a series of angry curses, an old-fashioned wizard hat that was patched and terribly dirty drew a graceful arc in the air, and landed accurately in Hermione's hands.

...What's going on? It's you! The pleats on the peak of the Sorting Hat opened and closed, screaming, I think... Hermione Granger, yes... oh, you want what?

Before it could finish her sentence, Hermione put her hand inside the hat.

Hey! I said, what are you looking for? the Sorting Hat screamed, Don't dig in there, tickle!

Sword of Gryffindor! Hermione shouted anxiously, looking up at Harry who was about to rush in front of her.

Say it earlier!

Before the Sorting Hat finished speaking, Hermione suddenly felt a hard touch in her hand, she hurriedly held it, and then pulled it out violently.

Immediately, under the sunlight, a cold light flashed in front of everyone's eyes. The exquisite sword body was as clean as new, like a mirror that could tell others; a crimson gemstone shone with moving brilliance at the end of the hilt , setting off the fine carvings at the handshake to be extremely luxurious.

But Hermione didn't even take a look at it, she threw the Sorting Hat aside casually, held the sword in both hands and threw it up with all her strength.

Harry, catch it!

The sword was spinning in the air, and the cold sword light flickered with the rotation of the sword, making people want to take a few more glances.

At the same time, Harry jerked his broomstick up -- he had to stop himself before catching the Gryffindor sword, otherwise he would end up going straight to the ground without turning into a lump of fresh meat.

The dive stop is a movement that every Quidditch Seeker will practice, but no one has ever tried to dive at such a high altitude at full speed, and Harry certainly hadn't tried it.

But he understood that if he wanted to avoid injury, he had to leave enough braking distance.

Just a tiny bit!

Harry, who had just stopped his dive at low altitude, stretched his right hand straight forward. He's low enough off the ground, but only a few inches short laterally!

Seeing that his fingers had already touched the hilt of Gryffindor's sword, it just meant that he could no longer grasp the sword. And just above Harry's head, the distance between the dragon and lion who had lost his mind was not enough for him to try again...

Just when Harry was so anxious that he almost cried out, for some reason, the hilt of the sword moved horizontally into his hand out of nowhere—he held it!

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