From Hogwarts to Strixhaven.

Chapter 331: Elements Concerto
As the last instrument fell silent, Ivy's audition was over, and what followed was the prelude to an audio-visual feast.

The powerful drum beats sounded first, and it was accompanied by a strong lightning that penetrated the sky and earth. This lightning illuminated the terrified faces of everyone in the stands, and also melted the iron chain on the Hungarian Horntail's feet with incredible precision.

Thunder is the power of nature, but it was tamed under the precise control of Ivy's magic. No overflow of energy appeared, and except for the iron chain tied to its feet, the Hungarian Horntail was not harmed at all.

But judging from its terrified scream, it must have suffered a lot of psychological damage.

The vicious mother dragon did not dare to get angry at the thunderclouds in the sky. She could only crawl on the ground trembling, using her tail covered with thorns to hold the dragon eggs under her, and spread her wings to try to block the wrath of nature.

However, Ivy's performance had just begun, and the lightning was just the first note of the concerto.

A deep trumpet sound poured out from the brass section, and a strong wind suddenly blew in the stadium. There was a cry of surprise from the stands, and many people's hats were thrown into the sky by the whirlwind and then sent to unknown directions by the whistling air flow.

Amid the clamor of arms reaching for hats, pulling scarves, and pressing wigs, the sound of piano dripping like drizzling rain began to sound.

The strong wind turned into a warm breeze, which only blew gently on the cheeks of the audience, sending away the cold of November. This warm wind and drizzle poured into the bare stadium, causing new shoots to emerge from the soil and buds to grow from the rocks.

Realizing that the strong wind and thunder had stopped, the Hungarian Horntail Dragon poked its head out from under its broad fleshy wings and carefully observed the surrounding environment that was changing rapidly all the time.

Plants kept coming out from under the fire dragon's nest and entangled the Hungarian Horntail that stayed in place. Most of them were thin grasses and vines, and the black fire dragon could break free from their branches and stems by just moving slightly.

But these plants grew wildly under the gradually becoming passionate and bright melody, and soon trees as thick as bowls appeared.

The Hungarian Horntail no longer had the curiosity and caution it had at the beginning, and was constantly spewing dragon flames, sweeping away all the plants near its nest.

The plants created by Ivy's magic were not afraid of the burning of flames. They quickly turned into ashes in the flames, and gave birth to new life in the ashes. In the end, many plants twisted and entangled with each other, forming a huge monster that looked like a human. Its size was not much different from that of a fifty-foot-tall tree wasp.

The monster roared silently and rushed straight to the dragon's lair. The Hungarian Horntail felt its life was threatened and no longer guarded the dragon eggs in the dragon's lair, but flapped its wings and flew into the air.

The fire dragon attacking from the air undoubtedly has more advantages. Seeing this scene, the wizard couldn't help but slide down from the chair, trying to make his body area as small as possible to avoid attracting the fire dragon's attention.

But everyone in the stands understood that the wonders that kept happening before their eyes were the magical effects of the music played by Ivy. They couldn't help but want to know what would happen next, so they had to hold on to the backrests of the seats in front of them, exposing part of their forehead and eyes, and carefully watched the changes on the field.

The flying fire dragon sprinkled blazing dragon flames, and the plant monster, which had no mobility advantage, quickly turned into a fiercely burning human-shaped torch. The Hungarian Horntail flew around the field, unable to help but let out a triumphant hiss.

However, before it could be happy for a while, the instruments conducted by Ivy entered the next movement, with drums and strings playing together in an intense and compact style, like the sunshine shining on the earth, bringing endless heat.

The plant giant, which had gradually stopped moving due to the fire, once again regained new vitality, but this time it no longer appeared in the form of a plant. Instead, it danced its body made entirely of flames and threw fireballs one after another at the fire dragon flying in the air.

The scales of fire dragons have a certain degree of fire resistance, but that doesn't mean they can bathe in flames without dying, otherwise no one would try to roast fire dragon meat.

Therefore, the fireballs thrown by the Fire Giants are attacks that the Hungarian Horntails must avoid. They are well aware of the power of fire. After all, countless lives are lost every year under the flames they spew.

The Hungarian Horntails flew back and forth in the air, not knowing how to attack the Flame Giant below. Although their IQ was not high, they knew that their greatest weapon could only increase the power of the Flame Giant, but could not completely destroy it.

The Fire Giant was soon no longer satisfied with just standing on the ground and launching ranged attacks. The updrafts brought by the heat surrounded it, forming a circle of orange-red gas turbulence. Riding on this hot wind, the Fire Giant actually flew up, determined to continue fighting the fire dragon in its home turf.

The Hungarian Horntail dodged the exploding fireball, let out an angry hiss, and lashed and swept with its thorny tail, turning the fire giant's distal limbs into sparks.

Seeing that its attack was effective, the Hungarian Horntail tried again, but Ivy's concerto quickly entered the next movement.

The fire giant soared into the air and danced to the melody. Its size began to become smaller and smaller, but the light it emitted became stronger and stronger.

The Hungarian Horntail lifted its body high and watched the development of the situation closely together with the audience hiding behind their chairs.

As many musical instruments roared together, the fire element, which had shrunk infinitely in size, burst into a huge explosion, spreading endless light and heat.

The Hungarian Horntail in the air felt threatened, wailed, and then pulled its body higher and higher. The spectators who were closer to the center of the explosion had nowhere to hide. Many people could only put their hands in front of their chests, hoping to play a role in cushioning the impact.

Those wizards who reacted quickly waved their wands, hoping that the Shield Spell would help them survive.

However, the spells that usually worked were not working. Many people's wands only produced one or two sparks before completely stopping working.

However, the shock wave and heat caused by the explosion did not hurt anyone because a blue magic curtain wall blocked them all.

As a listener of the Elemental Concerto and a spectator of the Triwizard Tournament, Ivy, the conductor, would not allow them to get hurt.

The wizards, feeling that they had survived a disaster, slumped in their chairs and sighed towards the ground in the center of the arena.

The ground that was originally covered with plants turned back into a bumpy rocky ground, but many of the rocks were molten due to the previous high temperature, leaving countless glowing small lava pits on the surface of the stadium.

"He's going to get the golden egg!" Many quick-reacting viewers remembered that this was still the first event of the Triwizard Tournament, exclaimed, and looked towards the dragon's lair.

The golden egg and its five brothers and sisters were all staying well inside, not affected at all.

The tree bee, which had been hovering in the air for a long time, was also worried about its dragon nest. Just as it was about to land to check it out, it heard the harp solo again.

This time dark clouds appeared in the sky, and soon it began to rain heavily. The rain met the hot surface of the stadium, stirring up waves of white water vapor.

The Hungarian Horntail undoubtedly hated this kind of environment very much. After a few angry howls, it quickly landed back around its dragon nest, preparing to transfer all the dragon eggs in the nest to a safe place.

In fact, it had already had this plan when it just woke up. But the iron chain tied to its feet made it stay in the dragon's nest. Now that the shackles are gone, it is time for the fire dragon to be free. Moreover, this land has undergone many changes in just a few minutes. It has long wanted to stay for a long time, and even the noisy humans in the stands cannot arouse its interest.

The violin and double bass joined in, followed by the flute and piccolo. The melody changed faster and faster, and the rain from the heavy clouds increased.

In less than a minute, the water on the ground was above the calves.

New changes immediately appeared. The accumulated water in the stadium began to move in an abnormal way, and a huge vortex gradually appeared.

The fire dragon that had just caught the dragon egg in its claws let out a terrified roar. A giant hand made entirely of water stretched out from the huge vortex of the arena, and this giant hand continued to expand under the increasing rain. The Hungarian Horntail flapped its wings and tried to fly, but the giant hand grabbed it with one hand. The fire dragon's struggle could be easily seen in the transparent water. The bubble path left by its waving limbs in the liquid was clearly visible, and every audience member could feel the panic of the Horntail.

After all, the giant hand made entirely of rainwater has no boundaries. It is not so much that the giant hand catches the fire dragon, but rather that the water that makes up the giant hand wraps around or submerges it.

So after a difficult struggle, the fire dragon finally poked its head out from the back of the water element's giant hand, and launched a fire attack without even thinking about it. The tree bee, whose life was seriously threatened, spewed out flames that were more intense and violent than ever before.

But it was raining heavily and the entire arena was dominated by water elements, so apart from stirring up a little steam, the Hungarian Horntail's fire attack had no effect at all.

The Hornet flapped its wings twice in despair, and was pleasantly surprised to find that it could actually swim in the giant hand of the water element.

This is undoubtedly a hope for it to escape. Although it is called a fire dragon, this flying lizard-like creature can actually move in the water, and they also have a unique skill of catching fish.

After all, water and air are both fluids, and the buoyancy of water is even greater, so it is not difficult for a fire dragon to swim in water. The wing membrane that can displace a huge amount of air can also be used underwater. It only needs to flap its wings to displace the water, and it can move forward in the giant hand of the water element, while the head exposed on the back of the hand completes breathing.

The Hungarian Horntail, having regained its ability to move, flapped its wings violently, trying to escape before the giant water elemental's hand could react.

But Ivy, who controls the entire magic, will not give it this opportunity. The concerto has come to an end, and the coordination of many instruments is becoming more and more exquisite.

Another giant hand of water element rose into the air and pressed back the fire dragon that had half of its body sticking out. This giant hand, carrying a body of water of terrifying size and mass, was like a hammer, smashing the fire dragon dizzy.

Then he clasped his two hands together and firmly controlled the fire dragon, which had completely lost its direction and strength.

Before the fire dragon could find its brain that had flown into the sky, Ivy's concerto had already reached its last note.

Bone-piercing frost rose from the center of the vortex, and in the blink of an eye, it completely froze all the liquid in the stands. The fire dragon, tightly held by the water element's big hand, had no chance of escaping because it was completely trapped in the ice, like a fly wrapped in pine resin.

Ivy put away the silver lime tree wand that served as a baton, and led the musical instruments he had conjured to bow to all the audience again to announce the official end of the performance.

No one made a sound. The audience all stared blankly at the stadium that had changed drastically, losing all their strength and spirit.

It wasn't until Ivy waved his wand and made all the musical instruments disappear that Bagman, who was in charge of the commentary, came to his senses.

"By Merlin! ... No! This is Merlin in the flesh! Maybe even Merlin doesn't have this kind of power!" Bagman began to ramble. "We can see that Mr. Doom got his golden egg, and he managed to preserve it when the magic was raging... I just don't know if the frozen Hungarian Horntail and the two eggs it carried with it were irreparably damaged..."

"This is a real visual and auditory feast... I think... I won't give it any score other than full marks..." Bagman's voice gradually weakened. He saw the fire dragon researchers who had been blocked outside the venue by Ivy's magic jumped into the venue one by one and were circling around the fire dragon that was frozen in the air.

"Mr. Doom..." Charlie walked up to Ivy with his head held high. Faced with a wizard who could play with a fifty-foot-tall fire dragon at will, even though he was still a student, other fire dragon researchers did not have the courage to face Ivy.

"Don't worry, Mr. Weasley." Ivy looked over her masterpiece with a smile. "The Hornet is still alive and well. It may have a cold, but I promise it's fine."

"Great..." Charlie seemed to feel that Ivy was not difficult to talk to, so he breathed a sigh of relief and let his heart return to his chest. "Then... could you please let it out? We think it needs comfort and treatment... I don't know... maybe we should give it some cold medicine?"

Ivy didn't answer anymore. He just smiled and snapped his fingers. The two giant crystal clear arms immediately disintegrated into countless tiny pieces, and the fire dragon inside also fell heavily to the ground.

The fire dragon researchers who had cast spells to avoid the ice crystals stepped forward and carefully checked the situation of the Hungarian Horntail.

"It's still breathing!" a researcher shouted, "But it's shivering! Shivering from the cold? I've never heard of a dragon shivering from the cold..."

"Maybe we should get it a blanket?" suggested another researcher.

"Carry it back to the dragon's lair and make a fire for it! Maybe we have to stay in Hogwarts for a while. If we make another long journey, no one can guarantee that this Horntail can arrive in Romania alive." said the oldest-looking researcher.

After receiving unanimous approval from his colleagues, Researcher Fire Dragon gestured toward the stands.

Bagman's voice sounded again: "The dragon researchers have determined that the Hungarian Horntail is not in danger of death, but I think it still needs medical treatment... Well, let's get back to the Triwizard Tournament... The next step is the judges' scoring. That's right, that's it..."

"Then I'll start with you," Bagman said without asking the other wizards for their opinions. "Ten points, no doubt about it... Even if the Hornet does die, I'll still give it a ten."

"Professor Dumbledore?" Bagman asked.

The old wizard with white beard smiled and sprayed out two colorful ribbons with his magic wand, forming two Arabic numerals in the air.

"Ten points! Ah, that's pretty much what I thought." Bagman was not surprised. "Perhaps we will witness the first warrior to get a perfect score, and his opponent is a fifty-foot-tall Hungarian Horntail! Well, let's leave the time for Madame Maxime."

The big witch's move was very swift, and a piece of silver smoke formed the shape of a "10".

"Also a ten! Not surprising." Bagman looked at the next judge, "Professor Karkaroff."

Karkaroff's whole body shuddered, and he finally woke up from his confused expression. He looked at the dark clouds in the sky that had not yet completely dispersed, as well as the scores given by the previous judges, and took out his wand very hesitantly.

"1? One point? For some reason, Professor Karkaroff doesn't seem to agree with the judgment of other referees. This undoubtedly puts him under great pressure. I remember that he generously gave his student a score of ..."

Before Bagman could finish his words, Karkaroff changed his mind because he suddenly remembered the scene on his right where Lucius explained the rules to the four warriors after selecting them in the Goblet of Fire.

"...I also noticed that some people need to take the NEWT of the British Ministry of Magic...The relevant certificates will be issued based on the individual scores in the Triwizard Tournament..."

Although Karkaroff knew that Ivy was just treating the Triwizard Tournament as a joke, if he thought he was interfering with his NEWT...

Karkaroff shuddered, and quickly used his wand to spray out a big "0" following the "1", forming the shape of a "10".

"...Yes, ten points." Karkaroff defended himself, "My wand just had a small problem, maybe I should find a wand maker to check it out... Yes... That's it..."

"Let's ignore Professor Karkaroff's wand. Mr. Doom's score right now is 50 points. He is only one point away from the full score of . We all know that Lucius is from Slytherin House. I am not surprised that he would support Mr. Doom." Bagman directed everyone's attention to the last referee, Lucius, who was sitting on the far right of the referee's seat.

"11 points! Oh my God! Lucius went so far as to violate the rules of the Triwizard Tournament to express his appreciation for Mr. Doom, an unprecedented eleven points! If any warrior in the Triwizard Tournament has ever received full marks in history, then Ivy Doom's total of fifty-one points is absolutely unprecedented! Wizards, witches! Students! Professors! We have witnessed the birth of a historical moment together! The unique fifty-one points in the Triwizard Tournament was born! Applause! What are you waiting for? Mr. Doom's superb magical level is fully worthy of this score!" Bagman shouted with a hoarse throat.

(End of this chapter)