Hogwarts: Don't call me Wandmaker

Chapter 358 Fire Dragon and Cerberus
I don't know how much time passed, maybe half an hour, or maybe only a dozen minutes, when the audience suddenly erupted in deafening cheers.

This can only mean one thing: Hibiscus successfully passed the fire dragon she was about to face.

Xilun stood up and took a deep breath.

Then he heard a whistle outside, so he lifted the tent flap and went outside.

The bright sunlight shone evenly on the smooth grounds of Hogwarts.

Xilun, who had stepped out of the tent, also took out a green whistle, put it to his lips, and blew it hard.

The sharp sound briefly drowned out the cheers that were ringing out, echoing across the empty field.

The whistle, made of arrow grass, was delivered by Sprout yesterday evening. The sound produced by blowing it can travel very far, and can be heard clearly even in the Forbidden Forest.

After doing all that, Xilun continued forward, passing through a gap in the field fence.

The next second, hundreds and thousands of faces looked at him from both sides of the stands, and all kinds of different gazes converged on him like raindrops.

In the middle of the stands was a huge platform where five referees sat. Ludo Bagman was fiddling with a whistle in his hand with a puzzled look on his face, occasionally squinting as he looked inside.

On the other side of the field, the Swedish short-nosed dragon was guarding a grassy nest, its cold yellow eyes fixed on this uninvited guest.

Sure enough, the real Swedish short-nosed dragon was far less cute than the model.

Another cheer erupted from the crowd.

It was only then that Xiren realized that the game had already begun the moment he crossed the gap.

With a flick of his wrist, the silver hair fell straight into his hand.

"Axio-Kale!" Xiren murmured, then stood quietly in place waiting.

To be honest, he didn't know if the magic would work. If it failed, he would have to use the backup plan: summoning his flying broom.

Most of the time, if possible, Xilun really wouldn't want to do this.

Although he had modified the flying broom into an oversized wand that could unleash spells, the dragon was least afraid of spells.

Another big problem is the speed of that broom. Can an old broom from decades ago really be faster than a fire dragon?

Anyway, Xilun was quite unsure.

As he pondered these thoughts, the cheers from the stands on both sides gradually subsided, eventually turning into a buzz of discussion.

"What is he doing?"

"You must not know that the match has already started."

“I saw him chanting a spell, but nothing seemed to change around us.”

"Wasn't he scared out of his wits?"

"That's possible... I heard he's only fourteen years old."

People were talking about it, and even the Gryffindors who would definitely support Celeste were starting to wonder what he was doing.

"Is Siren really scared?" Hermione said nervously, glancing again at the fire dragon that was over fifteen feet tall.

Not counting the dragon egg that Hagrid hatched when she was in first grade, this was the first time she had ever seen an adult fire dragon.

The powerful visual impact was unmatched by any animal; just a glance from the stands made her heart race.

Hermione kept wondering if she could pass the project if she were a warrior.
No matter how many times she thought about it, the answer was always no. Hermione couldn't figure out how she could get the golden egg from under the claws of that terrible monster.

One minute, two minutes... Xiren remained standing there, motionless.

The crowd grew louder, and many complaints could be heard.

However, at that moment, Dumbledore, who had been calm on the high platform, suddenly raised his head and glanced in the direction of the Forbidden Forest.

About five seconds later, Maxim, Barty Crouch, and Karkaroff also looked up.

But instead of looking at the forbidden forest, they looked up at the sky.

I don't know when, but something appeared in the air above the field, though it was a bit far away and I couldn't see it clearly.

"what is that……"

"I don't know, it looks like a Quake."

"Idiot, it's definitely not a Quake ball, I bet it's a cloud."

"No, it's alive, I saw it moving."

"Is it a bird? Oh—am I seeing things? I think it has three heads..."

"Wait, I think I know what it is... but how is this possible? It must be a joke."

The object in the sky grew larger and larger until it crashed heavily to the ground with a deafening roar, raising clouds of dust.

From the dust, a colossal creature, twenty feet tall and even taller than a Swedish short-nosed dragon, gradually appeared before the crowd.

"It's Cerberus!" someone screamed. "I saw it in the Magical Creatures Conservation class, that three-headed dog from the Forbidden Forest."

Perhaps it was because the surrounding noise was too loud, or perhaps it wasn't quite used to the magic ritual it had just performed, but Luwei shook its three heads, which were bigger than a carriage, with some irritation.

Behind him, Xilun couldn't help but click his tongue.

Putting everything else aside, this way of appearing out of nowhere really opened his eyes. What's even more amazing is that Lou Williams was completely unharmed after falling from such a height... probably due to the effect of the curse.

Finally, the dust settled, and the three-headed dog, Lou Williams, appeared before everyone for the first time in its entirety.

The students at Hogwarts were alright; anyone who had taken the class on the protection of magical creatures basically knew about this "teaching assistant" specially hired by Professor Hagrid, and even those who hadn't taken the class had heard of him to some extent.

But Beauxbatons and Durmstrang's students were different; they all sat there dumbfounded, speechless.

Not to mention the students, even Maxim and Karkarov subconsciously stood up from their seats.

"Dumbledore, you, you..."

“Ah, yes, Cerberus.” Dumbledore looked calmly at Barty Crouch. “We’ve already reported it to the Ministry of Magic, haven’t we?”

“That’s right.” Barty Crouch nodded.

"That's good," Dumbledore said with a smile. "Please sit down; everyone's watching."

Meanwhile, Lou Williams on the field finally found Siren at the base of his hind legs before all three pairs of eyes were crammed together.

“That one up ahead…” Xilun pointed in the direction of the Swedish short-nosed dragon.

As soon as Luwei landed on the ground, the fire dragon sensed a strong threat and immediately flapped its wings and took flight.

However, Xiren knew very well that the dragons' pride would not allow them to retreat or run away. Once he got close to the golden egg, the Swedish short-nosed dragon would definitely pounce on him, and then Luwei would have to stop it.

However, Celen was also well aware that it would be difficult for him to make Lou Williams, whose three brains combined were no bigger than an apple, understand such a complex requirement.

After thinking for a moment, Xilun changed to a simpler way of saying it.

"Kill it!"

Lou Williams understood immediately, and without any hesitation, he roared and charged forward.

Siren waved his wand again, and the positions of several stones on the ground changed, gathering together to form long ramps.

"A brilliant Transfiguration Charm!" Ludo Bagman exclaimed, finally snapping out of his daze.

“Well, although I don’t know where this big guy came from, Mr. Ollivander’s Transfiguration skills have really opened my eyes. I bet he did very well in his Transfiguration class.”

Professor McGonagall unconsciously sat up straight in her seat behind the platform.

She could testify that Ludo Bagman was right; Siron's Transfiguration grades were indeed excellent. Even most graduated adult wizards would find it difficult to cast such a wide-ranging Transfiguration spell.

Of course, Xilun has even more unbelievable experiences, but it's just not something he wants to talk about.

On the field, Lou Williams had already run to the vicinity of the Swedish short-nosed dragon, and with the help of the ramp built by Xilun, he jumped straight into the air.

Unfortunately, it was just a hair's breadth away. Its dagger-like canine teeth grazed the broad wing, biting through nothing.

Xilun walked over unhurriedly, came to the grass nest, and reached out to take away the unique golden egg.

The whole process went so smoothly it was like picking up a stone from the roadside.

However, everyone's attention was focused on the fire dragon and the three-headed dog, and they seemed to have completely forgotten about the warrior, Siron.

Of course, it wasn't that no one saw it.

For example, Garrick, Garian, and Lila, as well as Harry, Hermione, Fred, George, Luna, and others, were watching Siron the whole time as special spectators.

When they saw him pick up the golden egg, they couldn't help but cheer.

However, their voices were so quiet that they made no sound at all in the stands with thousands of people.

By the way, the Swedish short-nosed dinosaur also noticed that Siron had taken the golden egg.

This enraged it instantly; its neck, covered in blue scales, began to surge, spewing out a dazzling ball of blue fire.

It is beautiful, but also extremely dangerous.

Even from a great distance, Xilun could clearly feel the intense heat emanating from the blue flames.

Forget about appearances, Xilun stumbled forward and hid behind a large rock.

Even though his movements were fast enough, he still couldn't completely dodge. The blue flames fell to the ground and scattered like raindrops, instantly covering the place where Xilun was hiding.

Many people in the stands stood up nervously.

"Oh!"

"How about it!"

"Is Xilun alright?"

Everyone watched the arena with tension, but Dumbledore remained calm on the high platform, not only ignoring the situation in the arena, but also having the leisure to turn around and chat with Snape sitting behind him.

But there's really nothing to worry about.

As the flames subsided, Xilun stood up as if nothing had happened, calmly taking off his still-smoking robe and tossing it aside.

As for him personally, there is absolutely no problem.

A cheer erupted from the stands, which then turned into screams, interspersed with the roars of the dragon breeders.

"Stop it!"

"Let go, the match is over..."

"Collapse!"

It's Lou Williams.

Just now, when the Swedish short-nosed dragon breathed its dragon flames at Xilun, it instinctively lowered its altitude.

It is not a Hungarian wood bee, nor can it shoot flames forty miles; it can only descend to a lower altitude.

But this gave Louie an opportunity; with a powerful leap, he bit its drooping tail.

The dragon's hard scales and back skin were bitten through in an instant by the three-headed dog, just like a boiled potato.

Hot dragon blood gushed out like it was free, while Luwei continued to pull the Swedish short-nosed dragon down from the sky. Then, its left head suddenly stretched forward, about to bite the dragon's neck.

The dragon's neck isn't much harder than its tail, so if Ruwei manages to bite it, the outcome is obvious.

This is also why the dragon breeders reacted so strongly.

After all, by this time, Xiren had already obtained the golden egg, the competition was over, and they could intervene.

Seven or eight powerful stun spells struck Luwei simultaneously.

The three-headed dog swayed, its two heads drooped limply, and it began to fall down very, very slowly.

Even so, its middle head still instinctively bit down hard.

"Boom!"

The Swedish short-nosed dragon's tail was bitten off just like that. As soon as Xilen threw out his already burned robe, a piece of the tail tip hit him with a thud, still covered in Luwei's saliva.

The dragon breeders were going crazy because they had to allocate more of their manpower to calm the fire dragon, which was about to go berserk.

"Come over here quickly..."

"Collapse!"

……

The entire arena was in complete chaos, and nobody was paying any attention to Siron, who was playing as a warrior.

Fortunately, Ludo Bagman remembered his responsibilities.

"Our youngest warrior has won the golden egg!" he shouted. "Now, let the judges score!"

Professor McGonagall rushed onto the field and led Celen away.

“What a magnificent transformation!” she exclaimed.

Xilun smiled but didn't say anything.

He looked towards the high platform.

Normally, the judges should have started scoring, but instead they were huddled together, having a heated discussion.

Clearly, Lou Williams' appearance was unexpected by the referees, who are urgently discussing the feasibility of this approach and whether it violates the rules.

About ten minutes later, we finally got the results.

“There is no such thing as cheating in the Triwizard Tournament,” Dumbledore said. “And you should be able to sense that Cerberus was summoned by Siron Ollivander through magic, and there is absolutely nothing wrong with what he did.”

After a moment's thought, Barty Crouch nodded.

Although Maxim and Karkarov were unwilling, they had no choice but to accept the outcome.

"Alright, let's start scoring."

Dumbledore said, and raised his wand first.

A long silver ribbon shot out from the wand, twisting to form a large "9".

"Fantastic!" Fred waved his hand vigorously. He and George were in the first aid tent, next to Siron. Harry and Hermione were there too.

Lady Pomfrey was terribly worried when Siron was engulfed by dragonfire, but after checking on him, she found that Siron was actually fine.

It was as if what struck Xilun wasn't scorching dragonfire, but lukewarm water. Afterwards, she agreed to Fred and the others' request to visit.

Now, everyone was staring nervously at the high platform.

The second person to give a score was Mr. Crouch, who pointed a "10" into the air, which was also the first perfect score.

“Undisputed,” George said with a smile.

Next is Ludo Bagman...8.

Maxim...8.

"What a joke!" Fred shouted angrily. "She also gave that Fleur Delacour 8 points, but you got the golden egg in only a third of her time. That's not fair!"

What Fred didn't know was that he had called too early.

Because Karkaroff, the last one to give a score, spat out a big "5" from his wand.

……

(End of this chapter)