Chapter 999: The Destructive Power of the Hungarian Treecrest Dragon

It is not an easy task to successfully climb onto the body of a fire dragon.

The Mithril Amulet can protect the holder from harm, but it cannot bring him any amplification effect.

With a "pop", Draco was thrown off by the Hungarian Treecrest Dragon for the third time.

The first time he jumped up and grabbed the leg scales, the second time he climbed up a few more times, and the third time he reached the knee.

At this rate, maybe I could crawl into the fire dragon's arms before sunset.

As for whether he can successfully take the golden egg, it depends on how long he can stay on the fire dragon.

Karkaroff in the referee's seat could not help but yawn, Madame Maxime's attention was no longer focused on the field, Dumbledore occasionally looked elsewhere, but Old Barty and Bagman were concentrating on the man and the dragon.

Draco was thrown off for the fourth time and he had climbed to the dragon's thigh.

He panted and brushed the non-existent dust off his clothes, and did not try again as he had done before.

Ideals are beautiful, but reality is cruel.

Even if you try your best to grab the scales on the fire dragon, it will throw you off if it shakes a few times with a little force.

Draco overestimated his own physical strength. A fire dragon as big as a mountain is not a mountain after all. It can move and resist.

If he hadn't quit Vincent's physical training halfway, he wouldn't be as embarrassed as he is now when he fell down.

During his rest time, as expected, there was another classic confrontation between man and dragon.

Not to mention the audience in the stands, all the wizards in the global magical community who had the honor of witnessing the live broadcast of the game booed, and there were even a number of bad-tempered wizards who pointed at Draco's big face on the projection screen and started cursing.

It’s fine that he was able to exploit a loophole in the rules and bring magic items, but I didn’t expect that he couldn’t even do something as simple as climb onto a fire dragon.

Although they are both 14-year-old little wizards, Harry can withstand a tail and take the golden egg.

Although the injured Fleur and Krum failed to take the golden egg in the end, they each had a wonderful performance.

Where's Draco?

To show the power of magic props?

Or is it to show his weak physical fitness?

This gap is so huge that it makes one's scalp tingle.

In the stands, Vincent, feeling a little drowsy, rested his head on Hermione's shoulder.

"I'm so sleepy... This little golden retriever is torturing us on purpose."

Hermione moved closer to him to make his posture look less awkward, "It should be soon. I think the Hungarian Treecrest Dragon is getting a little impatient."

The fire dragon on the field had its tail covered with bronze spikes swinging left and right, and it was clear that its patience was paying off.

It knew it couldn't do anything to Draco, and it also knew that Draco couldn't do anything to it either.

Vincent narrowed his eyes and said, "The Malfoy family is really extravagant. This magic item can be considered a family heirloom. It's really a waste of talent to use it to defend against the attack of a fire dragon."

The flames exhaled by the Hungarian Horntail Dragon can easily melt metal, and the power of its tail can even collapse bridges. This magic item is likely to be able to effectively defend against even dark magic.

Back on the field,

Draco did not continue to try to climb onto the dragon after he rested.

Maybe he understood his own physical shortcomings, or maybe he felt particularly embarrassed when he was thrown off.

He raised his wand again, and the action caused the dragon to slam its tail into the ground, raising large chunks of rubble.

The Hungarian Tree Peak Dragon was notoriously ferocious and violent. If it weren't for the Mithril Amulet, Draco would have been seriously injured and left the field.

But its repeated tolerance was met with further encroachment, which would make even a truly docile Welsh Green Dragon particularly angry.

One weak spell after another hit the fire dragon's armor-like scales; its patience had clearly reached its critical point.

"Roar—" The moment it spread its huge wings, Draco showed a sinister smile.

His new strategy is to provoke the fire dragon and then take the golden egg in the chaos.

He succeeded, and the fire dragon roared out all its pent-up anger.

But this was just the beginning. It flapped its wings hard, creating a hurricane-force airflow that carried with it gravel.

Vincent, who was resting his head on Hermione's shoulder, sat up with a start.

With catastrophic destructive power, the Hungarian Horntail Dragon seems to be more than just enraged.

Its originally dark golden vertical pupils shrank into a thin line, its irises like rolling magma faintly revealed a hint of red light, and its jaw opened to reveal dagger-like sharp fangs.

Draco stood safely at the feet of the fire dragon. The debris carried by the hurricane could not hurt him, and even his hair was not blown up.

"Bang!" The fire dragon, who was protecting the dragon egg and the golden egg with one hand, slapped down heavily with his claw.

As expected, the claw was bounced off, but its powerful force was transmitted to the ground under Draco's feet through the defensive magic of the Mithril Amulet, compacting the ground and leaving a shallow mark.

"Roar!" This time its roar was particularly excited, and the hurricane created by its flapping wings was even more terrifying.

Draco subconsciously raised his hands to block the front of his face, not daring to look directly at the gravel that was shooting at him at high speed like bullets.

The mithril amulet protected him once again, and the next second, the fire dragon's claws slapped him from top to bottom again.

The loud noise made him cover his ears quickly, and then a tail covered with bronze spikes fell from his head.

The fierce attack of the fire dragon did not hurt him at all, but it caused the ground beneath his feet to sink little by little.

The boos from the stands disappeared instantly, and the wizards from all over the magical world who were watching the live broadcast fell silent again.

When the pit was half a person's depth, the Hungarian Treecrest Dragon suddenly stopped, seeming to be quite dissatisfied with its own destructive power.

It closed its mouth tightly and then suddenly opened it. A few wisps of white smoke rose from between its teeth, burning the air into ripples.

"This is..." Vincent frowned and looked at the fire dragon in the distance that opened its mouth wide towards him.

The destructive power at the catastrophic level was undoubtedly out of control.

The low growl coming from deep in its throat was disturbing. Draco, who was closest to it, felt his legs go weak and he sat down in the hole under his feet.

"Idiot!" Vincent stood up and shouted, "Run!"

Draco seemed not to have heard his warning and stared blankly at the flames that seemed to come from hell.

The breath of the fire dragon in its rampage state was completely different from before. The sea of fire mixed with magical aura was like a fierce fire from hell, constantly attacking the defensive magic of the stands. The audience at the back could clearly feel the hot air waves.

The faces of the five people in the referee's booth suddenly changed.

It happened too suddenly. Although both were fire dragons going berserk, judging from the destructive power alone, the Hungarian Treecrest Dragon on the field was obviously several levels more terrifying than the previous Chinese Fireball Dragon.

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