Chapter 259 The end of the first game
Just when Luofu reluctantly put on the lion hat, the surrounding audience suddenly let out bursts of surprise and excitement.
Dracula looked at the arena and discovered that the Chinese Fireball Dragon was following John's movements, twisting its body in the same way, shaking its head and jumping left and right from time to time.
Then, John used the summoning spell to conjure a big colorful ball, and then added a flying spell to throw the ball in front of the fire dragon.
The fire dragon immediately blinked its big protruding bulb-like eyes, jumped forward excitedly, grabbed the colorful ball with two paws, and then started rolling on the ground with the colorful ball in its arms.
Everyone watched helplessly as John walked to the fire dragon's nest where the golden eggs were hidden, took the golden eggs away from its nest, and patted the fire dragon's scales on the way, as if "I'll trade the colored balls with you for the golden eggs." .
The fire dragon didn't have any objection. He continued to play with the colored ball and kicked his legs excitedly from time to time.
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"Is this what your grandfather taught him?" Dracula's mouth twitched and he looked at Rolf, who was wearing a lion's head hat next to him.
"No, my grandfather doesn't know what kind of fire dragon he is facing..."
Luofu shook his lion head speechlessly. His lion head looked slightly similar to the head of the Chinese Fireball Dragon.
"I guess... John may have remembered the method my grandfather used to tame Zou Wu when he was in France." Luo Fu thought for a moment and hesitated, "At that time, grandpa used a bird-shaped cat teasing stick to tame Zou Wu. I tricked him into his box..."
"I know," Luna also smiled happily with a lion's head on her head, "No cat can resist the temptation of cat teasing sticks and yarn balls!"
"Okay, I finally know why this dragon is called 'Dragon-Lion' by Easterners..." Dracula raised his hand to his forehead, "So is the 'Lion' of 'Dragon-Lion' the 'Lion' of the Lion Dance?" "
At this time, John had already left the field holding his intact golden egg, while Bagman didn't know what to say for a moment and was racking his brains to think of a commentary.
Suddenly, Karkaroff slammed the table and stood up from the judges' seat.
"I protest!" he shouted loudly, "Why is the fire dragon he faced so docile, but Krum's one is so violent? This is definitely an injustice in the game!"
Karkaroff's voice was loud, as if he wanted to gain the approval of others.
However, except for the Durmstrang students he brought and the die-hard fans of Krum, everyone else looked at him with contempt.
The most unfair part of the Four Powers Tournament is you, the judge...
Professor Hicks, who had always had a good temper, was also a little angry at Karkaroff's protest. She turned her head and glared at Karkaroff.
"All fire dragons were carefully selected in the Romanian Fire Dragon Reserve before the competition, and the lottery process was completely public. Why do you think John took advantage?" Professor Hicks asked sternly.
"What's more, even if this fire dragon is indeed more docile than others, its weakness was discovered by John himself! Can you guarantee that someone else can achieve the same effect as John?"
Karkaroff was left speechless by Professor Hicks, and had no choice but to blame the problem on the dragon selection error at the Romanian Fire Dragon Sanctuary.
"I think those dragon tamers have no sense of propriety when choosing fire dragons."
He looked at Dumbledore and Ms. Maxim, trying to unite with them, "Don't you think? The strength of these fire dragons is so different, which is a very unfair thing..."
"Oh, Professor Karkaroff, the staff at the Fire Dragon Sanctuary are professionals. They have worked hard to select fire dragons of similar difficulty." Dumbledore smiled, "I think this competition is fair."
As the discoverer of "The Twelve Uses of Dragon's Blood", Dumbledore himself had extensive research on fire dragons. He could naturally see that although these fire dragons had different abilities and body shapes, there were some differences.
But relatively speaking, their difficulty difference for warriors is not very big.
Karkaroff snorted coldly and turned to look at Ms. Maxim.
"The students at Hogwarts are now ranked number one. Of course Dumbledore won't have any objections." He said dissatisfied, "What do you think, Maxim?"
Ms. Maxim hesitated for a moment, but in the end, she was worried about the students' safety. She didn't want to get into trouble anymore, and was afraid of encountering a more dangerous situation in the rematch...
In addition, Ms. Maxim is not as thick-skinned as Karkaroff. She felt a little guilty about informing Fleur about the content of the game in advance, so she did not agree with Karkaroff's opinion.
"I have no problem with the fairness of this game, Karkaroff," she said.
"Okay, very good! It seems that you are all satisfied with the scores of your students." Karkaroff said angrily, "But the fire dragon that Victor met was obviously the most difficult. If his opponent is replaced by Hua Hua, National Fireball..."
"You're being too strong, Professor Karkaroff!"
At this moment, a young wizard's voice sounded from behind the judges' table.
As one of the directors of the Fire Dragon Sanctuary in this competition, when Charlie Weislai discovered the dispute at the judges' table in the audience, he hurried up the steps and prepared to explain to the judges their method of selecting fire dragons.
When Karkaroff jumped up in anger, he happened to come to the judges' table.
"Professor Karkaroff, in fact, the Australian Opaleye has the best temper among the five fire dragons!" Charlie said bluntly, "If your student hadn't used the Eye Disease Curse to anger it when it first came up, it would have been The easiest fire dragon to deal with.”
He had never liked the messy Karkaroff, so he didn't leave much room for talking.
"On the contrary, the Chinese Fireball is one of the best among the five fire dragons in terms of flame temperature, physical strength and bad temper. Except for the Hungarian Horntail, which has not yet appeared, it is definitely the most difficult fire dragon!"
"Listen to my advice, Professor Karkaroff. The different ways warriors deal with fire dragons ultimately determine the different difficulties we see!"
Charlie stared confidently into Karkaroff's eyes and spoke word by word.
After hearing Charlie's explanation, Karkaroff's face was a little stiff, but he was still unwilling to let Krum get the lowest score.
"It's empty talk. Who can't just talk with your mouth..." His confidence was a little weak, but he was still speaking hard.
"That's enough, Karkaroff!" Barty Crouch, Director of the Department of International Magical Exchange, who was also at the judges' table and had been silent, suddenly looked at Karkaroff coldly, "Why are you still messing around? Time? Do you really want to ruin this game?!"
Karkaroff saw Mr. Crouch's cold eyes, and his whole body trembled unconsciously.
As a member of the Death Eaters in the war thirteen years ago, his fear of the iron-blooded Director of the Legal Enforcement Department had not diminished much. Faced with Crouch's cold gaze, Karkaroff Time simply didn't have the courage to raise any objections.
Seeing that Karkarov stopped talking, Crouch raised his scoreboard with a cold face - "10 points."
Next, except for Karkaroff who was not convinced and only gave John 5 points because his dance was not beautiful enough, the other judges gave John 10 points.
In the end, John scored an excellent score of 55 points and ranked first.
"Ludo, continue the game." After the scoring, Crouch said to Bagman with a cold face.
He immediately returned to his indifferent expression and looked at the field indifferently.
"Ah, cough...Okay, we have invited the next warrior to come on stage!" Bagman nodded quickly and shouted to the tent at the edge of the arena.
"This is the last warrior to appear, Harry Potter from Hogwarts!" Under the influence of the amplifying spell, his voice spread throughout the audience, "The opponent Mr. Potter will face is A Hungarian Horntail—"
"This type of fire dragon is huge, has high flame temperature, and has a very bad temper. It is widely recognized by dragon trainers as the most dangerous fire dragon... I have to say that Mr. Potter's luck is not very good..."
In the voice of Bagman's commentary, Harry walked to the field with mixed emotions.
He had long known that John Kowalski, who was ahead of him, had finished the race, but he didn't know what happened next, so he waited in the tent for a long time.
This long wait almost exhausted his courage.
Harry walked through the entrance to the tent and walked outside, feeling the tension building inside him until it reached an all-time high.
Finally, he walked onto the field and saw everything around him, like a brightly colored dream - hundreds of faces looking at him from the stands above, as if they were watching a drama between life and death.
At the other end of the field stood the Hungarian Horntail.
It crouched low, guarding its nest of eggs, its wings folded halfway, and its vicious yellow eyes stared at Harry.
The Hungarian Horntail is extremely large, covered in black scales, with yellow eyes and bronze horns.
Seeing Harry walking slowly in the distance, he violently twisted his spiked tail, leaving pits and pits several meters long on the hard ground.
There was an uproar in the auditorium. Whether these voices were friendly or malicious, Harry had no way of knowing, and he no longer cared.
Now he has to do what he has to do...
He raised his wand—
"Accio Firebolt is coming!"
Hearing Harry's flying curse, Dracula looked past the obstacles and glanced at the willow tree outside the auditorium where Ron had hidden his broom.
He saw that an exquisite broomstick suddenly floated up behind the willow tree, and then quickly flew towards the arena of the Four-wizard Tournament.
It nimbly bypassed the surrounding thick trees, passed through the rows of seats in the auditorium, and flew over the rising sun... Its speed became faster and faster, and then suddenly stopped, steadily The ground was taken into Harry's hands.
"Look! Mr. Potter recited a spell. It's... the Flying Curse!" Bagman's voice echoed throughout the arena. "Potter got a broomstick. Oh my God, what an incredible idea. !”
"I remembered that Mr. Potter was the youngest Seeker at Hogwarts. Within three years of enrolling, he won two Quidditch Cups for the Gryffindor Quidditch team. A big credit..."
But Bagman's voice was almost not heard by Harry. Holding the broom tightly in his hand, he now felt more relaxed than ever before.
He raised his legs and stepped onto the broomstick, kicked off the ground, and flew into the air.
Harry spiraled up quickly, the wind blowing his hair. The spectators below turned into invisible little people, and the giant hornet shrank to the size of a dog.
He suddenly realized——
He abandoned not only the ground, but also his fear... He returned to the place where he was like a fish in water...
It's just a different kind of Quidditch game, nothing more. The Horntails are just another tough opponent team.
Harry looked down at the nest of eggs protected by the dragon, and recognized the golden egg. It shone like a golden egg among the stone-gray companions lying safely between the dragon's front legs. The Golden Snitch in the game.
"Very good," Harry said to himself, "Trick the tiger away from the mountain and add Wronsky's fake move... Come on!"
He swooped down, the Horntail's head bouncing with him.
Harry knew what it wanted to do, so he stopped his dive just in time and jumped up. A ball of fire spurted out, and if he didn't avoid it in time, he would be hit by it.
But Harry didn't care, as if he was just dodging a Bludger.
"My God, he flies so well!" Bagman shouted. "Did you see that, Mr. Krum? It's a pity you didn't think of doing this..."
The audience in the audience were also screaming and cheering. Harry's Gryffindor friends raised a flag with "Harry Potter" on it, and two little wizards on the Hufflepuff side held it. A funny lion head hat cheers for Harry.
Even students who didn't deal well with Harry couldn't help but be amazed by his actions. Even some Slytherin students couldn't help but wave flags with Harry's name on them...
Of course, they forgot that besides the name, there was also the words "stinky shit" written on it...
After a series of pulling and probing, everything went smoothly except for Harry's arm being scratched by the sharp and stinging tail of the Hungarian Horntail.
Enraged by his success, the Horntail spread its wings and pulled the chain with a clanking sound.
At the same time, Harry rushed towards the nest of eggs with lightning speed, released the Firebolt, and freed his hands——
He caught the golden egg as accurately as he had caught the Golden Snitch countless times.
Immediately, he jumped into the air with a whoosh, flying away from the dragon, hovering above the fire dragon's reach.
The heavy golden egg lay beneath the good arm.
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