Train to Another World.

Chapter 543 Completed
Lucia looked miserable, with not much of her long hair left, and her robe had been burnt. But she didn't have to worry about exposing herself, because the robe stuck tightly to her body after being burnt.

If an ordinary person had suffered such burns in the 1990s, the chance of survival would be almost zero. But fortunately, there was magic here, and with Madam Pomfrey's initial treatment, Lucia's injuries had stabilized.

The next step was to remove the clothes covering her body, which was not convenient to do here. Madam Pomfrey used a levitation spell to carry her stretcher to the hospital wing.

Li Zhuoguang sat on a stool in the tent and watched for a while. Even though Lucia was seriously injured, Madame Maxime of Beauxbatons did not appear. In the original book, Fleur only had some of her hair burned by the fire, and she hurried to the tent.

Andrew swallowed his saliva as he watched Lucia being taken away. The weakest green dragon drawn by the other party was injured like this. Was the fire dragon prepared by Hogwarts so exaggerated?
What's more, the dragon he drew was a more powerful short-nosed dragon. The dragon breath of the short-nosed dragon cannot be blocked by the Iron Armor Spell. Anyone who is hit by its dragon breath will probably have their body tissue carbonized.

But he looked back at Li Zhuoguang and Harry, and felt a little better. Although the short-nosed dragon was stronger than the green dragon, it was still much better than Fireball and Shufeng, especially Shufeng. Even though Li Zhuoguang's strength was far superior to his peers, it would probably be a fierce battle against Shufeng.

Hearing Bagman calling his name outside the tent, Andrew took a deep breath and walked out of the tent. Soon, he heard the roar of a dragon, the exclamations of the audience, and the sound of heavy objects hitting the ground from outside.

Harry could even feel the ground shaking as the heavy blows came. Although he couldn't see the outside, he had already imagined a fierce battle in his mind.

He was only in his second year this year, and his spell skills were not ideal. God knew what would happen when he faced the dragon. When Harry thought of this, he felt as if his internal organs were being stirred by an invisible hand, twitching in waves, accompanied by nausea and nausea.

Harry glanced at Li Zhuoguang who was in the same tent. He saw him sitting on a stool and eating rock cakes nonchalantly, making a crunching sound, without any sign of nervousness at all.

Harry approached Li Zhuoguang and said, "Give me one too."

He didn't really want to eat Hagrid's rock cake, he just wanted to say something, do something to relieve his tension. Li Zhuoguang shook his head: "This thing is not suitable for you. If you really eat it, you will probably be injured before you leave the tent. If you really want to eat it, I will give you a piece after the game. You can put it in milk and boil it for fifteen minutes before eating. Now..."

As he spoke, Li Zhuoguang took out a piece of dried meat and handed it to Harry: "Eat this, you should feel better after eating it."

Harry took the jerky and looked at it carefully, then asked in astonishment: "Isn't this what you gave to the dragons..."

Realizing that Bagman was still at the door of the tent, Harry lowered his voice. Li Zhuoguang nodded: "This is good stuff, and people can eat it."

Harry took a bite with some doubt, and the rich meaty aroma filled his mouth. As he swallowed the jerky, a wave of warmth began to spread in his body. It was just as Li Zhuoguang said, and he felt much better.

The canvas of the tent was opened and Andrew was carried in. His legs were twisted unnaturally and bleeding, and even in some places one could see the bones piercing through the flesh.

Although the rest of his body was better, it was also covered with wounds of varying sizes, bleeding profusely. His left hand, the only part that was not seriously injured, was tightly holding onto the golden egg.

Andrew's face was pale, and he pursed his lips tightly to prevent himself from screaming, but a heavy gurgling sound still came from his throat.

Harry saw his miserable state and felt that the warmth brought by the jerky suddenly lost its effect, and his muscles began to twitch slightly again.

"Harry Potter!" Bagman called out from outside the tent, and Harry walked out with heavy steps. Bagman lifted the canvas at the door of the tent for him, and the sudden sunlight from outside made it difficult for him to open his eyes.

Bagman held his back and whispered in his ear, "Kid, you're still young. There's no shame in giving up. If you're not sure, ask for help from the staff around you."

Harry nodded woodenly, and Bagman patted him on the shoulder and guided him into the field. Harry looked around, and the stands were full of people, who seemed to be cheering loudly, but Harry felt that their voices were so small that he could not hear anything.

But then, he noticed a small figure lurking on the top of the high platform in the direction of the Gryffindor stand. At this moment, she cautiously showed her head, waved at him, and showed him the broom in her hand.

Harry felt a little relieved and continued walking towards the venue.

As soon as we entered the venue, we saw the fireball lying on the dragon's nest. It seemed to sense something and began to raise its head to smell the surrounding air.

Harry didn't dare to hesitate, and raised his wand directly: "Nimbus 2000, come here!"

He didn't know whether his spell was successful, but the Nimbus 2000 was indeed flying straight towards him from the sky above the venue.

"Wingardium Leviosa!" Harry caught the broom with a levitation spell and sat on it. The familiar touch and the height that began to rise gave him great comfort.

He quickly climbed up, avoiding the fireball's sight, and came to the top of the fireball. He looked at the fireball that had completely stood up, and the golden eggs mixed in with the dragon eggs in the dragon's nest, and a crazy idea emerged in his mind.

He rode his broom straight down from above the fireball, and continued to accelerate. Seeing his suicidal behavior, the wizards around the stands had already drawn their wands.

Both McGonagall and Snape stood up.

The fireball was still sniffing something beside the dragon's nest. Suddenly, it seemed to smell something, and raised its head suddenly, just in time to see Harry diving down.

It jumped aside as if startled. The dragon's nest was now more exposed in Harry's eyes. When it was about to hit the ground, he made a sharp turn and passed the dragon's nest, reaching out to grab the golden egg.

Then he quickly flew away from the fireball and flew towards the tent. He slowed down and jumped off the broom until he was close to the tent, then staggered into the tent. Bagman, who was guarding the door of the tent, played for the Wimbourne Wasps when he was young, so he still had some reaction time.

He quickly moved to the side, avoiding Harry's charge.

Harry returned to the tent at this time, holding the broom in one hand and the dragon egg in the other, standing in the middle of the tent, breathing heavily, with confusion in his eyes, as if he had not yet reacted.

It was not until Bagman came in and called him that he woke up and checked his body, only to find that he was unharmed. "Harry, the judges are scoring you. If you are not injured, you can go out and take a look."

Harry gave Li Zhuoguang a stiff smile, then followed Bagman out in a daze.

After a while.

"Li Zhuoguang!"

Li Zhuoguang stuffed the rock cake in his hand into his mouth, clapped his hands, and walked out of the tent calmly. Bagman wanted to tell Li Zhuoguang something, but he saw that he walked into the stadium without stopping.

Bagman raised his hand to call out to him, but then shook his head and dropped his hand.

As soon as Li Zhuoguang appeared on the stage, the stands of Hogwarts erupted in warm cheers. Except for Gryffindor, who unconditionally supported Harry, the other three houses knew it well. Li Zhuoguang was the warrior who was most likely to win the championship for Hogwarts.

When Li Zhuoguang entered the venue, Shufeng had already been released. Perhaps the previous imprisonment made it very uncomfortable, and it did not rest on the dragon's nest at this time, but paced back and forth around the dragon's nest anxiously.

Li Zhuoguang walked directly towards Shufeng, and Shufeng also recognized Li Zhuoguang. He just watched him approaching him step by step until he was only one step away from the huge dragon head.

The cheers in the stands stopped, and the audience seemed to be under a spell. In the eyes of many people, Li Zhuoguang's behavior at this time was more like suicide than Harry's.

Only a few people in the stands began to show embarrassment. Dumbledore stroked his beard and began to think about how to comfort Hagrid.

Li Zhuoguang stood in front of Shufeng and said softly, "According to our agreement, give me the golden egg."

The muffled roar of Shufeng sounded in the dragon's mouth, but when it reached Li Zhuoguang's ears, he heard it saying: "There are no golden eggs, they are all my eggs."

Li Zhuoguang raised his eyebrows, knowing that the school must have tampered with the dragon eggs, making the golden eggs in the eyes of the fire dragons no different from their own eggs, so that they would protect the golden eggs.

So Li Zhuoguang said, "Then I'll get it myself."

Shufeng folded his wings and covered the dragon's nest: "You are lying. There is no golden egg. Give me that, or I will eat you."

Li Zhuoguang rubbed his brows, took out his wand, and scratched his back. Hagrid and Maxim put on the masks of pain when they saw the wand again.

Although Dumbledore had repeatedly assured him. Although Dumbledore was highly praised. However, no matter how you look at it, that wand looks like it was made from the hand bones of a half-giant!
Li Zhuoguang pointed his magic wand at the distance and said to Shufeng, "Do you see that?"

Shufeng looked in the direction that Li Zhuoguang pointed, and could only see a distant mountain beyond the edge of the stands. There was nothing else.

The huge dragon head shook: "Nothing."

Li Zhuoguang grinned, and the deep red magic power in his body suddenly burst out, and red flames rose around his body. Shufeng was so frightened that he retreated repeatedly and moved away from Li Zhuoguang.

The wizards in the stands were looking at this scene in amazement. This... is this thing really a wizard? !
The surging crimson magic poured into the wand, quickly dyeing the pale shaft crimson. The red bone hand extended its index finger and pointed at the mountain in the distance: "Thunder Explosion!"

A thick beam of light shot out from the tip of the bone claw's index finger and hit the mountain in an instant. With the earth-shaking explosion, a mushroom cloud slowly rose.

When everyone came to their senses, only the lowest part of the magnificent mountain remained.

Li Zhuoguang looked at Shufeng who was huddled in the corner. Shufeng shuddered suddenly. He immediately crawled over, opened his mouth wide and took all the dragon eggs, and carefully placed them in front of Li Zhuoguang: "I don't want to eat anything anymore. I don't want to eat anything anymore. All the eggs are yours."

Li Zhuoguang reached out and scratched Shufeng's chin, but Shufeng was not moved at all.

Afterwards, Li Zhuoguang used a cleaning spell to remove the saliva on the surface of the golden egg, took it in his hand, and walked back to the tent leisurely.

As for the ratings, he was too lazy to look at them, he was just here to have fun anyway.

Only after he entered the tent did deafening cheers begin to sound outside.

The next day, the hall.

At the Slytherin table, Li Zhuoguang looked at the timid Malfoy: "What?! Karkaroff only gave me 7 points?"

Seeing Li Zhuoguang's bad face, Malfoy shrank back again: "The other referees all gave 10 points. Karkaroff is really shameless. But boss, don't be angry. After all, you are here to have fun."

Malfoy tried to comfort Li Zhuoguang. After all, Karkaroff was not here. If Li Zhuoguang was really angry, who knew if he would take it out on him. His small body was not as strong as a mountain.

Li Zhuoguang smiled wryly: "You're right, I'm just here to have fun. After I finish the Triwizard Tournament, I'll go play with him."

(End of this chapter)