Chapter 996 Death Contest
Chapter 996: Death Contest
Krum, who was so complacent, seemed to have forgotten the fire dragon's keen sense of smell.
Even though it couldn't see anything, the Chinese Fireball Dragon's tail still accurately swept Krum who was running towards it.
He was not swept away, but chose to hold on with his excellent physical fitness.
There were cries of surprise from the stands, with faces filled with disbelief.
The effect of interfering with vision was not great, but Krum still chose to attack the fire dragon's eyes with the eye disease spell.
After five or six spells were cast in succession, the Chinese Fireball Dragon's movements became noticeably slower.
It closed its eyes tightly, relying on its scarlet scales to defend against the spell.
Then, heavy breathing sounds came from the lion nose on its face, as if it was brewing something.
Krum quickly sped up and ran towards the golden egg as a mushroom-shaped fireball shot out of its nose.
While running, he tilted his body's center of gravity downward and squatted.
With his left leg straight and his right leg bent, he successfully dodged the oncoming fireball while sliding forward.
There was not just one fireball, but a series.
However, they all exploded on the ground behind Krum and could not catch up with him as he slid forward.
The Chinese Fireball Dragon howled with its eyes closed, and even larger strings of fireballs shot out of its nose.
"Bang bang bang--" Fireballs exploded one by one on the ground, forming a bumpy track.
When Krum came to the foot of the fire dragon and was about to succeed, a thick tail smashed down from top to bottom.
He was very lucky. If he hadn't pressed the ground with his hand to stop the car in time, the tail, which could have created a deep hole in the ground, would have hit him.
The Chinese Fireball Dragon is aggressive by nature and can become more terrifying than the docile Welsh Green Dragon when provoked.
Just as Krum finished the spell, three consecutive fireballs hit him.
One, two, three, all the fireballs thrown at him were knocked away by his impact spell.
The audience in the stands screamed and looked at the fireball coming towards them in horror.
"Boom, boom, boom--" Three dull sounds were heard, and a mushroom-shaped fireball exploded on the invisible magic barrier.
The shocked audience screamed again the next second because Krum fired three consecutive fireballs again.
The defensive magic was blown up and caused ripples. It was unknown whether it could last until the end of the game.
Another burst of fire, but this time Krum made a small mistake and failed to knock the last fireball away.
Fortunately, he reacted quickly enough and dodged it by rolling.
The Chinese Fireball Dragon seized the opportunity and sent him a series of dense small fireballs.
Amidst the billowing black smoke, an orange-red spell emerged and hit the fire dragon's belly, which was not covered by scales. It screamed in pain and sprayed even larger strings of fireballs from its nose.
After rounds of bombing, the place where Krum was originally located was now filled with deep pits of various sizes.
Just as the fire dragon was about to launch the third round of bombing, it suddenly twisted its neck towards the location of the golden egg.
There are not only golden eggs that the warriors must get, but also several real dragon eggs.
The next second, a fireball like a torrential rain fell heavily on it, and the hot air waves could be clearly felt even by the audience through the defensive magic.
"It's out of control!" Cedric looked at the Chinese Fireball Dragon in disbelief that was still spitting fireballs.
Fire dragons are particularly powerful magical creatures, and the more powerful they are, the harder it is for them to reproduce.
Therefore, even in a state of extreme anger, a fire dragon will not attack dragon eggs casually.
And it wasn't accidental, it was intentional, as Krum slipped past using a Disillusionment Charm.
But the Chinese Fireball Dragon on the field didn't consider the dragon eggs at all, and launched an indiscriminate attack in anger.
There is no more reasonable explanation than loss of sanity.
The dragon trainers, who had long been unable to contain themselves, took decisive measures, but the irrational fire dragons would not be easily suppressed.
All dragon tamers were dispatched, together with a special team dispatched by the Ministry of Magic, as well as professors including McGonagall and Moody. It took them more than ten minutes to successfully suppress the out-of-control fire dragon.
Krum, who fell on the golden egg - in the spider-web-like pit, had already lost consciousness.
His skin was dry and cracked, and the scabby blood was stuck to the charred robe. His injuries were much more serious than Furong's.
When Karkaroff saw his miserable appearance, he rushed over immediately.
"Doctor! Call the doctor over!"
The referees also rushed over.
Soon, Madam Pomfrey rushed into the arena with a medical kit.
After their treatment, Krum, whose body was wrapped in magic bandages, was finally out of danger.
But his condition is very bad, and I'm afraid he will have a lot of sequelae.
The entire process of the fire dragon losing control and seriously injuring the warrior was broadcast live throughout the global magic community.
Before the last warrior took the court, a large number of magazines and newspapers had already reported the news.
Karkaroff had a gloomy face as he watched from afar as Krum, still unconscious, was carried out of the arena on a stretcher.
Dumbledore patted him on the back and said, "Professor Karkaroff, Warrior Krum will be fine. We have our responsibilities, and we should leave the treatment to professional doctors."
Karkaroff returned to the referee's table without saying a word.
After the score was scored, Bagman blew the whistle for the fourth time.
"Well, now it's Mr. Malfoy's turn."
Draco stopped trembling in the tent and walked towards the curtain with trepidation.
The previous commotion was so loud, and Karkaroff was nervously shouting for a doctor to come. Krum's injuries should not be serious.
What a bullshit Triwizard Tournament! This is clearly a death tournament!
Draco stood in front of the entrance, never reaching out to open the curtain.
The world's number one seeker couldn't deal with the fire dragon, so what could he, a human sandbag who could only be beaten by Vincent, do?
Flattened by claws?
Or burned into a piece of charcoal?
Draco's body began to tremble uncontrollably.
"Mr. Malfoy? It's your turn."
Bagman's urging made him subconsciously turn around and want to leave this damn place.
But he suddenly stopped after running a few steps, and his whole little face was twisted in pain.
You only have one life, there is no shame in running away.
But when he thought of Harry, who was the first to appear, a strong sense of unwillingness surged in his heart.
Why can't he do what Pote can do!
"Mr. Malfoy, please come on stage as soon as possible."
Draco turned and rushed to the entrance, yanking open the curtain and entering the arena.
The Hungarian Treecrest Dragon, which was as big as a small mountain, tilted its head slightly and looked over.
The pupils of those large dark golden eyes were like vertically split blades, and boiling magma seemed to be flowing above the irises.
Draco stood there in a daze, cold sweat running down his back, his heart beating so fast that he almost suffocated.
Being stared at by a fire dragon, especially the most ferocious of all fire dragons, the Hungarian Treecrest Dragon. Any wizard who sees it will clearly realize how insignificant he is.
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