HP: Wormwood and Lightning Wood

On Monday morning, Harry had his final training session in the cellar.

Harry, looking relaxed, dodged the Hungarian Horned Bee Dragon's attack in a few steps, and with a wave of his wand, shouted, "Broomstick, come here!"

The flying broomstick flew into Harry's hand with a "whoosh".

No one can question Harry's Quidditch talent.

Harry leaned close to the flying broom, drawing an elegant arc in the scorching heatwave of the dragon's breath.

The Hungarian Hornet Dragon spread its wings, obscuring the sky, in an attempt to catch up with Harry, but Harry easily dodged it with a spin.

As the Hungarian hornet clumsily turned around, he had already sped along the ground and circled around to the other side of the dragon.

The Hungarian Horned Bee Dragon swept around haphazardly with its long, spiky tail, scattering pebbles, but it couldn't get anywhere near Harry.

Harry hovered in mid-air, wand aimed at the Hungarian Horned Bee Dragon's wing, "Swift Dragon Bind."

Invisible chains bound the Hungarian tree bee dragon, rendering it immobile and causing it to fall to the ground.

Harry, pale-faced, slowly descended.

This modified binding charm by Wester can effectively trap dragons, but because it requires a huge amount of magic to use, Harry could only barely trap the Hungarian Hornbee Dragon for four or five seconds.

Although the time was short, it was enough for him to obtain the golden egg.

"Not bad," West clapped symbolically a few times, "Now, not only are we going to win, but taking first place is not a problem at all."

"Actually, I might not be able to use this spell on the field," Harry groaned, exhausted, and sat down against the tree trunk.

"Your firebolts alone are enough to win, Harry." West sat down next to Harry.

The two chatted casually.

"Sirius contacted me yesterday through the fireplace in the Gryffindor common room," Harry said. "He warned me to be careful of Karkaroff."

West chuckled. "He poses no threat. You don't need to worry about him."

Harry nodded, then looked up. "West, can we really defeat Voldemort?"

He was somewhat discouraged. "Although everyone calls me the savior, I haven't been of any use."

West turned to look at him. "Harry."

"Um?"

"What are you thinking about all day long?" West slammed into Harry, pinning him to the ground and pinching his face.

"Tonic, my foot!" Harry mumbled, pulling West's hand away. "I'm not a child anymore!"

West rolled his eyes. "Very well, a fourteen-year-old savior."

He suddenly dropped his playful expression, his gaze becoming serious and earnest. "Harry, although everyone calls you the Savior, you have no obligation to meet everyone's expectations."

"You've already taken on too much. You've been involved in the search for the Horcruxes, and now you're risking your life as bait to lure Voldemort out... Any one of these things would be enough to crush an adult. You don't need to push yourself any further."

Harry silently covered his eyes with his arm, the shadows obscuring his expression.

After a long while, a soft "hmm" finally escaped from his throat.

"By the way, did you tell Diggory any leads?" West asked casually.

"Of course, otherwise it would be too unfair to him."

"As expected...the great savior." West said sarcastically.

"...You know, West, sometimes you really are like Professor Snape," Harry said helplessly.

"My pleasure."

On the day of the competition, West attended as a judge, replacing Barty Crouch Sr.

West's gaze swept over Snape sitting in the audience, his mind completely calm.

The Warriors quickly completed the draw, and the game began.

Cedric Diggory was the first to go, and he drew the Swedish short-nosed dragon.

His gaze was firm and steady. He waved his wand and used a clever transmutation spell to turn a stone into a dog.

The Swedish short-nosed dragon was attracted and turned to chase the fake dog.

Cedric seized the opportunity to rush towards the dragon's nest, and just as he grabbed the golden egg, the dragon suddenly turned around, its breath scorching his arm.

Cedric endured the pain, gripped the golden egg tightly, and quickly left, completing the challenge.

"Excellent!" shouted host Bagman. "Now, judges, please give your scores!"

The second to appear was Hibiscus.

With a light tap of her wand, she cast a hypnotic spell on the Welsh green dragon.

After the dragon fell into a deep sleep, Furong was about to retrieve the egg when her skirt was ignited by the dragon's breath.

Hibiscus quickly swung her staff to spray water and extinguish the fire, and finally calmly obtained the golden egg.

The audience erupted in applause. Unsurprisingly, Furong escaped unscathed, earning a respectable score.

The third warrior to appear was Krum, who faced off against China's Fireball Dragon.

"Oh, poor Harry." West raised an eyebrow. Harry had actually drawn the Hungarian Hornet Dragon.

Krum strode onto the field, his expression stern.

Without the slightest hesitation, his wand traced a sharp arc in the air, and a powerful spell struck the dragon's eye.

Taking advantage of the dragon's temporary blindness due to pain, Krum rushed towards the nest, grabbed the golden egg, and completed his task amidst the swirling dust and the dragon's roar.

Krum was even more popular than Furong, and the stadium was filled with thunderous applause.

Harry was the last to appear, and facing the most ferocious dragon, he should have been under the most pressure.

However, he wore a faint smile on his face, seemingly oblivious to the Hungarian wood bee dragon glaring menacingly at him.

"Harry's gone mad?!" Pansy shouted.

"Trust him!" Draco said, his grey-blue eyes sparkling, his gaze fixed intently on Harry.

Harry flicked his wand, "Firebolt, here we come!"

His fire arrows, like loyal dogs summoned by a call, flew across the forbidden forest and came to his hand.

The audience gasped in surprise, almost never expecting such a thing to happen.

"My Merlin! He can fly!" Bagman exclaimed.

Harry deftly hopped on his broomstick, winked at the Hungarian Hornet Dragon, as if the enormous creature before him were nothing more than a minor obstacle on the Quidditch pitch.

The Hungarian Hornet Dragon roared and spewed out a scorching fireball, but Harry remained calm and nimbly tipped his broom to the side, easily dodging the attack.

After several attacks, the dragon couldn't even touch the hem of his clothes.

The time has come.

Harry squinted, maneuvering the fire bolt upwards at breakneck speed, and swooped down like a silver lightning bolt the instant the Hungarian Horned Dragon raised its head.

The Hungarian hornet dragon finally realized what was happening and hurriedly swung its tail to block, but Harry had already made a beautiful sharp turn, slipped under its wing, and accurately grabbed the golden egg.

He held the golden egg high, causing the entire audience to erupt in cheers.

Harry circled the entire area, and when he passed Draco, he paused for a few seconds, waved to Draco, and flashed a bright and handsome smile.

The dragon's furious roar echoed behind him, but it sounded more like a symphony celebrating his victory.

"Idiot Potter..." Draco muttered, feeling his cheeks burning.

"Our youngest warrior has retrieved the golden egg in record time!" Bagman shouted. "This will close the gap between Mr. Potter and the other warriors!"

West gave it a perfect score of 10 without hesitation.

Harry's average score reached an astonishing 9.75, until the last judge, Karkaroff, gave him a six.

A commotion erupted among the Hogwarts students.

West gave the former Death Eater a speechless look, then chuckled. "Mr. Karkaroff's grading system is truly arbitrary, automatically deducting points from Hogwarts students, is that it?"

Karkaroff was not familiar with the head of the Somerset family, but when he met Somerset's gaze, a chill ran down his spine and up to the back of his neck.

That cold, sharp color overlapped with a terrifying figure from the depths of my memory.

Karkaroff seemed to be hallucinating that those eyes had transformed into vertical snake pupils, coldly scrutinizing him.

"What...what nonsense are you talking about..." His voice was hoarse and dry. He gave an awkward laugh and quickly turned away.