I'm the king of the roll at Hogwarts

Chapter 270 The Brave Egg Thief

Logically speaking, as a girlfriend, you shouldn't feel offended when your boyfriend praises a male idol.

But this was England, and Hermione couldn't help but think about it.

How did that sentence come about? Britain has its own national conditions. It's not Hermione's fault for being sensitive. It would be the same for everyone.

The saddest thing in the world is not women fighting over men, but men fighting over men.

Hermione didn't like Viktor very much in the first place, and this made her impression of him even worse.

Ron spread his hands helplessly: "I'm just guessing how he can pass this project. I don't mean anything else. Besides, I don't think he can do better than Harry."

Hermione looked at him without saying anything, then lowered her head and began to flip through the book in her hand.

"He really didn't choose to fly. I don't understand why." Elizabeth said suddenly, "Logically speaking, his performance in the Quidditch World Cup was actually very impressive. If he can maintain that level of performance in the game, I think it won't be a problem for him to get the golden egg."

"Maybe he didn't think about it that way." Ron shrugged and looked up at the venue, just in time to see Viktor throwing a spell at the Seris Fireball Dragon.

The spell hit the head of the Seris Fireball Dragon. It became sluggish for a moment, then began to roar aimlessly, and its limbs were stomping around aimlessly, with mushroom-shaped fireballs constantly spewing out of its nose.

"Oh, it's the Eye Disease Curse. A very clever method." Mr. Bagman explained to the new students at the right time. "We can see that the temporarily blinded Seris Fireball Dragon has gone mad. It can't see the person who cast the spell on it, so it can only hit the ground randomly... Oh, this tail looks so scary, the rockery is broken in half..."

The Seris Fireball Dragon swung its tail and broke the rockery not far from Viktor in half with a bang. Fortunately, Viktor's Iron Armor Spell came in time, thus avoiding the fate of being hit by the big rock.

He took advantage of the Fireball Seris's blindness and quickly climbed up the rockery to take away the golden eggs. The moment he picked them up, the Fireball Seris seemed to sense his presence and stomped on the original position, crushing several of its own eggs.

"I'm going to lose points for this," Elizabeth said gloatingly. "It's impossible not to lose points if this dragon crushes the eggs."

Sure enough, in the following scoring session, except for Karkaroff who gave 41 points, the other judges did not give particularly high scores, and Viktor received a total of points.

Vasily, another Durmstrang warrior, was the next one, the second to last. He faced the Romanian Longhorn.

The Romanian longhorned dragon is as its name suggests, with a long horn on its head, which is even more exaggerated than that of a unicorn. Vasily swallowed his saliva and was not optimistic about his prospects.

I have to say, these horns are a bit scary.

Fortunately, he was relatively successful. He used his movement to lure the silly dragon into crashing into the rockery. Apart from the fact that he slipped and fell while going down the mountain after getting the golden egg, which scratched his face, everyone was happy.

Karkaroff still gave a very high score. Even though he didn't like this student who acted on his own initiative, he still represented the face of Durmstrang.

Vasily's final score was 44 points, one point more than Viktor. Karkaroff's face was a little gloomy, but he still smiled and patted Vasily's shoulder to show encouragement.

This guy's fake smile looked very gloomy, as if he was forcing a smile when he had a toothache.

"The last person to appear is our savior, Harry Potter from Hogwarts! The dragon he will face is the Norwegian Spinosaurus!"

Mr. Bagman shouted, looking at Harry with shining eyes.

The Norwegian Spinosaurus was also an old acquaintance of Harry... no, an old familiar dragon. What was even more unexpected to him was that this Norwegian Spinosaurus was actually an old acquaintance of his - he discovered from the small mark left by Hagrid that year that this was not another dragon, but Norbert, whom Hagrid sent to Charlie that year.

Norbert also felt that Harry looked a little familiar, but as a fire dragon with a not very high IQ, it didn't care about familiarity or unfamiliarity, it only made people become familiar.

From a distance of about a hundred meters, Norbert blew a puff of fire at Harry from a distance. The enthusiasm of reunion after a long separation made Harry no longer sleepy.

Good fellow, he exclaimed, and he drew his wand and pointed it at the sky.

"Accio Firebolt!"

After chanting the spell, Harry began to get nervous. This was a spell he had just started practicing last night. What if it didn't work? His best record today was a book flying over, and it only flew halfway before falling to the ground. And the Firebolt... was still at the school gate. Could it fly over?

If it can't fly over, then it will be troublesome, and Harry will have to face this fire dragon head-on. It's not that Harry thinks he can't beat Norbert, the Norwegian Spinosaurus, but why must he use his fists if he can save trouble?
Just as he was thinking about it, he heard something whizzing through the air behind him. He turned around and saw the Firebolt that he had been thinking about day and night and hugging even when he was sleeping, flying towards him quickly around the edge of the Forbidden Forest; it flew into the arena and suddenly stopped in the air beside him, waiting for him to sit on it.

Firebolt, it's broken!
The noise in the crowd became louder. Mr. Bagman shouted excitedly, "This is incredible! Harry Potter! A fourth grade student can actually use the Summoning Charm so skillfully. My god, Merlin, this world is crazy! Even Viktor Krum, the genius Seeker of the Bulgarian team and the pride of Durmstrang, never thought of using a flying broom!"

Grindelwald, who was playing wizard chess with Emma, ​​curled his lips and thought, what is the pride of Durmstrang? Who is the real pride of Durmstrang? Say it again?
Viktor Krum stared at Harry in the field dully, an inexplicable, indescribable feeling rising in his heart.

Yeah, why didn't I think of using my best skill, flying? Victor thought with some frustration.

Harry no longer cared what Mr. Bagman said. As soon as he stepped on the broom, he felt like the most powerful person in the world. That confidence and the feeling of being like a fish in water surged into his body again.

With one push of his strength, he pushed off the ground, and the fire crossbow carried him into the sky like an arrow from a bow.

As he spiraled upward, the wind whirring in his hair, as the audience below became ants and the Norwegian Spinosaurus shrunk to the size of a dog, he realized that he had abandoned not only the ground, but also his fear: he was back to where he was at home. This was just another Quidditch game, that's all... This was just another Quidditch game, and the Norwegian Spinosaurus was just another tough opponent team.

He looked down at the nest of eggs, and the Seeker's keen eyesight enabled him to quickly identify the golden egg, which lay safely among the Norwegian Spinosaurus's forelegs.

Eyesight and vision are actually two different things. Vision determines whether you can see things clearly, while eyesight determines your ability to distinguish and find objects.

Now Harry's strength is not only flying, he is also an expert in Transfiguration. He took out his wand from his flying broom, pointed it at a stone and chanted a spell loudly, turning it into a quaffle. At the same time, he turned a rock into a bat and used a slingshot to get them into his arms.

He put away his wand, threw the Quaffle, and with one blow, the rock-turned-Quaffle hit Norbert in the face.

Norbert was enraged, he never expected that this familiar-looking man would dare to hit him with something. He flapped his wings and howled at the sky, but was hit hard on the throat by the Quaffle.

It choked, and Harry took the opportunity.

He pushed his speed to the extreme, almost becoming a black lightning. In the few seconds that Norbert was stunned, Harry flew past Norbert's temporary nest, reached out his hand, grabbed the golden egg in his arms, and then quickly distanced himself and flew into the sky.

"Oh my god! What did I see! Just one minute passed! One minute! Our Harry Potter contestant attacked and got the golden egg under the strict defense of this fire dragon! Oh my god, it's true that heroes emerge young and a strong dragon can't cross the river! He is worthy of being the youngest seeker in the history of Gryffindor... As expected, the fourth-year student who signed up with confidence is someone that this fire dragon can't afford to mess with!"

Mr. Bagman was shouting at the top of his lungs, totally disregarding his image, his saliva splattering everywhere, making him look disgusting.

Harry flew to the guest of honor seat, jumped lightly to the ground, and placed the golden egg on the table of Louis and the others.

"I did it! Ron! Hermione!" Harry grinned happily and hugged his good brother Ron tightly - there was a little episode. At the beginning of the school year, Ginny broke up with him because he stared at Zhang Qiu.

But this did not affect the relationship between Harry and Ron.

At this time, Viktor also came over. He looked at Harry meaningfully for a while before he stretched out his hand: "Your ball-finding skills are very strong. I hope we will have the opportunity to compete with each other."

Harry certainly would not show weakness. He shook Viktor's outstretched hand and nodded heavily. "I hope that day will come. You are an amazing Seeker, Mr. Krum."

"Just call me Viktor. I hope we can become friends... Are you free tomorrow? Perhaps we can have a quick meal together and exchange ideas about how to be a ball seeker." Viktor asked with a smile, but judging from his sturdy appearance and temperament, it looked more like he wanted to recruit Harry to become a bandit than he wanted to invite Harry to dinner and chat.

"Of course, ah, I mean, no problem." Harry said hurriedly. This was a chance to have dinner with the best Seeker in the world, how could he miss it?

Viktor smiled, patted Harry on the shoulder and turned away.

Perhaps this is the mutual respect between Seekers...

Hermione looked at Viktor's back, then at Harry, shook her head and sighed, "Boys are so complicated..."

Ron, on the other hand, looked at Harry excitedly, stretched out his hands and grabbed his shoulders: "Oh my God! Harry! This is the best Seeker in the world! He actually wants to invite you to dinner! Oh my God...you must help me get an autograph..."

"I still suggest you talk to him yourself." Harry said cheerfully, "We'll go together tomorrow."

"Really? Can I?" Ron was overwhelmed by this huge surprise and it took him a long time to react.

"Of course, we are best friends." Harry smiled and bumped his good brother with his shoulder.

Mr. Bagman's voice also rang out at this time: "Well, the first event is now over. Now we will start to score the last contestant, Harry Potter. I believe everyone has seen his excellent performance. So... the scoring will begin now!"

Without a second thought, Headmaster Dumbledore sprayed a 10 from his wand into the sky; Mr. Lovegood and Mr. Bagman followed suit and gave a high score of . Madam Maxime thought about it and gave a , and she added a loud statement to herself, saying that she thought Harry was being opportunistic by using the broomstick - but Harry's performance was so outstanding that she still gave him a after comprehensive consideration.

Karkaroff was as shameless as ever. He gave Harry five points, which caused boos from the whole audience. Even Seamus from Gryffindor began to imitate Tian Wenjing.

"Well, it seems that our Harry Potter contestant's score will not be too high this time - well, after comprehensive calculation, the overall score of the Potter contestant is - forty-five points! Let us congratulate him!"

There was a loud booing - not at Harry, but at Karkaroff.

Karkaroff knew that he had gone too far, but he was a former Death Eater after all, and his skin was as thick as the walls of Hogwarts Castle. He sat there with a calm face, looking calm and at ease.

"Then... the overall ranking of the contestants is - first place, Miss Catherine Worley from Hogwarts! With her outstanding performance, she won a perfect score of 50! Let us congratulate her!"

Louis patted Catherine's thigh, smiled and praised her: "You are worthy of being my baby, you did a great job."

The corners of Catherine's mouth curled up slightly, and a sweet feeling arose in her heart, but she still hummed softly, and her tsundere little look was so adorable.

There was warm and overwhelming applause and cheers. Everyone shouted Catherine's name loudly. Catherine stood up, walked to the stands and bowed slightly to express her gratitude to everyone.

When the celebratory noises died down, Mr. Bagman shouted again, "The second place winner is Miss Marilyn Chabanol from Beauxbatons! Let us congratulate her!"

(End of this chapter)