The Return to Hogwarts

The Welsh Green Dragon let out a clear, long roar. Wizards unfamiliar with this type of dragon were all astonished; they simply couldn't believe that a ferocious fire dragon could produce such a beautiful cry.

In fact, the Welsh Green Dragon is probably the most docile of all fire-breathing dragons. They prefer to feed on sheep and generally avoid humans unless provoked. Wizards have established protected areas for these dragons in the Welsh mountains, where they prefer to inhabit high cliffs, which makes them particularly adept at rock climbing.

However, a mild temperament doesn't mean a lack of temper, especially since this Welsh green dragon is at a crucial moment.

After the green dragon let out its characteristic roar, Fleur's steps did pause for a few seconds, but she immediately resumed. With no need to conceal her tracks, Fleur reached the top of the hill faster than Cedric. Knowing they were facing a fire dragon, each warrior surveyed the area affected by its breath, and Fleur stopped about fifty or sixty feet from the dragon's lair.

What does she plan to do?

Ludo asked the question that had been on everyone's mind.

"A head-on confrontation with a fire dragon? Oh, forgive my bluntness, but that's not a wise choice!"

Everyone eagerly awaited Fleur's performance, but then, something completely unexpected happened. Seeing that Fleur ignored its threatening roars and raised her wand, a flicker of fear flashed in its beautiful, vertical emerald pupils. The dragon remembered how, not long ago, a wizard had brutally ravaged it and several of its kind. Then—

Whoops!

The Welsh Green Dragon suddenly spread its left wing and swept it to the ground. After a cloud of dust, the dragon eggs that had been lying in the hay all disappeared. The Green Dragon's wings curled up, and then it glanced at Fleur with apprehension before turning to face the rock wall. With a snap, its sharp claws swiftly pierced the mountainside!

Click, click, click--

Smoke and dust filled the air, chaos raged, and the sound of rocks shattering finally ended with a heavy clang. Everyone, including Furong, stared dumbfounded at the Welsh green dragon hiding halfway up the artificial hill.

Chapter 623 The Dance of Enchantment

2023-11-29

In the arena, Fleur finally arrived at the dragon's nest covered with hay. She looked up at the Welsh green dragon that planned to make its home on the rock wall, her exquisitely sculpted face filled with astonishment.

Phew——

In the arena where you could hear a pin drop, laughter suddenly erupted from somewhere. This laughter acted as a signal, spreading rapidly and filling every inch of the Noda Arena in the blink of an eye. Even the high-ranking wizards, who were used to keeping their emotions hidden, began to smile.

Hahaha!

The young wizards didn't have many inhibitions; some of the more lively ones even slammed their fists on the table with laughter.

This unexpected scene was truly hilarious, and many people, looking at Beauxbatons' warriors and the dumbfounded Fleur Delacour, were thinking the same thing.

"Oh, everyone—"

Ludo Bagman addressed everyone in a chuckled tone,

"See what's happening now? The dragon has been frightened by Miss Delacour's bravery and has hidden on the rock wall. But what can she do? Our dragon took all the dragon eggs with it before it moved. Maybe she can climb up the chain!"

"Dumbledore!"

Madame Maxim glared fiercely at Ludo Bagman, wishing she could punch the ill-known fellow in the nose with her fist, which was as big as a sandbag. However, her primary concern at the moment was her warrior. Madame Maxim stood up anxiously, her tall figure immediately attracting the attention of many.

"This must be an unexpected situation. How should we handle this?"

To be honest, Dumbledore was also surprised by the Welsh Green Dragon's unexpected behavior. When Maxim's gaze locked onto him, Dumbledore closed his slightly open mouth, a hint of helplessness flashing in his azure eyes. What a pity, the scapegoat isn't here.

“I understand what you mean, Orim. You think the current situation requires off-field intervention?”

"Of course!"

Mrs. Maxim said without hesitation, "We have to drive the dragon down there, otherwise, how will Hibiscus get the dragon egg?!"

"I do not think so!"

Professor Karkaroff smiled shrewdly, and after successfully drawing everyone's attention to him, he continued,

"This isn't an insurmountable problem, is it? Warriors use their wisdom, courage, and magical skills to overcome various difficulties on the field. That's the rule of the Triwizard Tournament. If this little difficulty requires extra intervention, oh, why don't we just go out and play for our respective warriors?"

A surveillance camera suddenly flew through the air, broadcasting the dispute taking place on the judges' platform to all the spectators.

"This requires a vote from all the referees, Orim--"

Dumbledore, not wanting the conflict to escalate, stood up and addressed Karkaroff and Mrs. Maxim, who were engaged in a verbal exchange. Mrs. Maxim offered no comment on his suggestion.

The Warriors and the Dragons were still on the court, and the referees quickly held a vote by raising their hands to decide whether to intervene in the current situation.

The vote infuriated Mrs. Maxim. In addition to her unwavering support for intervention, Igor Karkaroff, Ludo Bagman, and Barty Crouch all stood against him, as did Albus Dumbledore.

"Okay, then let's leave it at that!"

Since that was the case, Mrs. Maxim had nothing to say. She sat down angrily and then looked worriedly at Hibiscus on the big screen.

During the brief moment the referees argued, nothing changed on the field. Hibiscus paced anxiously near the dragon's lair, hoping the Welsh green dragon would suddenly change its mind and come down on its own. However, only large and small rocks fell from the rock face. The Welsh green dragon tucked its body into its shell, crouching in a small, hastily carved hole in the rock face, peering out warily at her.

"Hey, get down, you can't stay there!"

Fleur forgot her fear of the fire dragon and cried out in a near-collapse, but of course, her cries had no effect on the Welsh green dragon either.

Fleur bit her pale lips, hesitated for a moment, then stepped back. She raised her wand and fired several dazzling bursts of fire at the fire dragon that seemed to be perched on the rock wall, but to no avail. So, Fleur increased the power of her magic. Her spell, after traversing space, struck the dragon's wings, which enveloped its body, creating brilliant sparks.

In this situation—Furong looked helplessly towards the referee's table—

Those inside the arena couldn't hear what was happening outside, and Furong was unaware that the referees had already voted on the situation.

“You have to solve your own problems, Miss Delacour--”

Ludo conveyed this regrettable decision to Fleur through special channels.

Well—Hibiscus looked even more devastated, but she knew that her every word and action was being watched by thousands of people.

Splash--

The chains binding the fire dragon trembled, as if a giant monster stood below, desperately shaking the chains and trying to pull the dragon down. People looked expectantly at Hibiscus's new idea, wondering if it would work.

However, the power of the spell could not shake the fire dragon. Instead, it angered the gentle Welsh green dragon. It roared at Hibiscus a few times, and a beautiful flame, like a bellflower, surged from the sky. Although the flame could not reach Hibiscus, the surging heat still made Hibiscus's expression change in surprise, and she retreated a distance.

"Oh, what a pity—"

Ludo said disappointedly,

"Miss Delacour tried very hard, but all her methods failed—"

Could it be that Hibiscus will be defeated in the first round of challenges? If so, Beauxbatons will be embarrassed!

Even though the Welsh Green Dragon isn't necessarily known for the power of its dragon breath, it is still the flame of a fire dragon. Hidden by the heat of the Flame Peak, beads of sweat rolled down her cheeks. She hid behind a rock, brushed aside a few strands of dry hair, and stared up at the Welsh power that was determined not to come down. Struggle flashed in her blue eyes.

She did have some special moves that could deal with the fire dragon, but she couldn't use them now. Because this green dragon was at least a hundred feet off the ground, if it lost consciousness and fell—of course, for such a strong and powerful magical creature, this might not be fatal, but the dragon eggs would certainly face annihilation!

She has to get the fire dragon to come down on its own.

Furong looked up and around. She couldn't see the expressions of the spectators in the stands, but she knew they were all watching her, including the young professor.

The flames subsided, but the air remained hazy from the scorching heat. The Welsh Green Dragon shrank back into itself, staring intently at Fleur with only its eyes, showing no intention of coming down.

Fleur knew she couldn't wait any longer; she had already exceeded Cedric's allotted time. So, Fleur emerged from behind the rock.

For some reason, Furong's originally pale cheeks flushed red. She took a deep breath, walked gracefully to the edge of the dragon's nest again, and then stretched out her arms like a Muggle gymnast.

A murmur of discussion rippled through the arena. Ludo was about to say something, but upon seeing Furong's next move, he exclaimed in surprise,

"Oh, this is... did you see that? Miss Delacour is dancing!"

On the field, a gentle breeze suddenly swept by, causing Fleur's high ponytail to fall loose, her silvery hair floating slightly in mid-air. Fleur, wand in her right hand, began to dance gracefully. With each exquisite movement, her fair skin began to glow with a luminous light, like the bright moonlight of a summer night!

The hibiscus spun faster and faster, and a mysterious wave was radiating outwards. This invisible and secretive wave covered a very large area, and even the spectators in the stands were affected.

The scene of Bulgaria's mascot making its appearance at the World Cup was repeated once again. However, this time, it wasn't just the young wizards who were affected; the girls at Hogwarts were also gazing adoringly at the charming Fleur.

Of course, the adult wizards invited by Amosta were all elites, and even though they were affected, they were still able to control their behavior.

"Wow, this is really something else!"

"What is this—" Ludo Bagman exclaimed, turning to Dumbledore in bewilderment.

“Ah—” Dumbledore smiled calmly, “This is a special kind of mental magic, which should be Miss Delacour’s innate talent, is it?”

“But!” Ludo said, puzzled. “Shouldn’t the Veela’s allure only work on men? Look at those little wizards… Oh, and that’s a female dragon on the field!”

Chapter 624 Drunk by Drugs

2023-11-29

Ludo looked blankly at Madam Maxim. He assumed that since Fleur was her student, Madam Maxim must know something about her. However, Madam Maxim did not respond to Ludo's questioning gaze. She kept her mouth tightly shut, her handsome olive-colored face flushed.

What could she say?

She couldn't very well tell everyone that the dance Fleur performed was a Veela dance specifically for courtship, possessing extraordinary 'lethality' against creatures of all kinds and genders!

"Look! The fire dragon is coming down! Miss Delacour has overcome her predicament!"

Helpless, Ludo could only focus on the situation on the field again, and when he saw the latest development, he exclaimed in surprise.

Fleur's 'Courtship Dance' was indeed incredibly powerful. Those young wizards who weren't mentally strong left their seats, gazing at Fleur with fascination. Some unlucky ones even fell onto the seats in front of them, causing quite a bit of chaos. On the other hand, the physical education students in Amosta, after going through repeated trials, had become mentally resilient. They were not bewitched and dutifully maintained order.

So many young wizards, even those further away, were deceived, not to mention the Welsh green dragons, who were Fleur's primary targets. These creatures were physically powerful, and their scales possessed excellent magic resistance, but that did not mean their mental strength was superior to that of wizards.

A look of bewilderment flashed across the Welsh Green Dragon's emerald vertical pupils. It unconsciously exhaled a few feet of dragon breath between its thin upper and lower jaws, and its sharp claws, which were firmly stuck to the rock wall, gradually loosened.

A primal urge arose in the heart of the Welsh Green Dragon. It pulled its claws from the rock wall, and a last shred of reason prevented it from loosening its curled wings that were protecting the dragon eggs. Step by step, it slowly climbed down the rock wall and fell to the ground.

Seeing this, a strange light flashed in Furong's eyes, it was hard to tell whether she was happy or ashamed and angry.

Boom——

When it was still twenty feet off the ground, the Welsh Green Dragon leaped down and crashed to the ground with a roar. Instead of attacking Fleur, it spread its wings and stretched its neck, emitting melodious low cries, as if responding to Fleur's dance in this way.

Looking at the few dragon eggs scattered on the ground, a clear look of joy flashed in Hibiscus's blue eyes. Suddenly, Hibiscus stopped dancing, and the green dragon, regaining its senses the instant the spell wore off, began to dance again before it could react.