Hogwarts: My name is the Unforgivable Curse...

Chapter 325 Directly Feeding the Enemy

"Let me take a look at the items I got before. I think this is supposed to be an item-based competition..."

Avada rummaged through the pockets of his specially made cloak—the pockets of which had been specially enchanted with a Seamless Stretch Charm, large enough to hold all the various trinkets he had taken from the fragile pillar earlier: "Potions, potions, and more potions... Oh, here's a cloak that can block one dragon's breath, but what do I need it for? It's not like I can't block it on my own..."

"Aren't there any of these props specifically designed to deal with flying fire dragons? Does the organizer really intend for students who haven't even graduated yet to take on the world's largest fire dragon, completely unrestrained?"

"Let's not even talk about whether the most professional dragon hunters could take on the Ukrainian Iron Belly one-on-one—isn't that a blatant slap in the face to Gringotts?"

While holding up his wand to maintain the Ironclad Charm against the dragonfire above, Avada used his other hand to rummage through his pockets, taking out the small items, most of which were potions, and throwing them on the ground. He was still pondering the problem—luckily, the fire dragon seemed to be breathing quite vigorously and had no intention of stopping its breath for the time being, which allowed him to check his belongings in peace…

Although it's absurd to consider being attacked by dragon breath as a safe bet.

"Gringotts keeps a Ukrainian Ironbelly in its underground vaults. I even saw it once. It's in the deepest underground vault, used to protect the most secure and secretive vaults. Even the vault where Dumbledore stores the Philosopher's Stone and the Potter family's vault don't reach that level of security—and yet, this dragon, bearing such an important mission, was taken down three times in a row by students who hadn't even graduated yet??"

"Isn't this basically telling Gringotts that your defenses can't even stop a single student?"

"Uh, no, it seems like we really can't stop them. Didn't Harry and Hermione sneak in during their seventh year...?"

"..."

While inwardly grumbling, Avada suddenly felt the pressure on his hands ease—the fire dragon in the sky had finally paused its surging breath and instead flapped its wings, charging downwards with a gust of wind carrying rubble and weeds. Although the ground had been reinforced incredibly solid by special magic, it couldn't withstand the ravages of at least a dozen dragon breaths, not to mention the pressure of the hundreds of tons of its own body…

However, Avada was not surprised but delighted by the overwhelming pressure – it was actually willing to come down on its own.

His biggest worry was that the fire dragon would stay in the sky and kite him, which would not only prevent him from being defeated directly, but would also delay him a lot of time and affect his final score in this event... But he didn't expect that the fire dragon would be so cooperative?

Then I'll go easy on you later.

While it was pondering, the Ukrainian Ironbelly had already accelerated to its maximum speed in the air. With a violent flap of its huge wings, its entire body swooped down like an arrow, while extending its sharp forepaws toward Avada's location—this should be a standard hunting move for a fire dragon, but if this hit it, Avada wasn't sure how much of its intact body would be left...

Thus, an Eye Strike spell struck the dragon's eyes with perfect precision as it swooped down.

With a loud scream, several more Obstacle Charms struck one of the dragon's wings in succession, causing the wing to twist grotesquely, almost breaking off in mid-air—and the poor dragon completely lost its balance, screaming as it swept past Avada before crashing heavily to the ground...

At a speed roughly equivalent to that of an airplane.

This is where Avada is relatively lucky. Ordinary dragon hunters might not encounter a fire dragon charging straight at them, which is practically suicide. Charging straight at them means that it is almost impossible to turn in the air and dodge the oncoming magic. In the process, it exposes the eyes, nostrils, neck, mouth and other vulnerable parts to the target all at once. For a wizard, a creature that specializes in ranged spellcasting, what difference is there between this and suicide?

Fire dragons prefer to attack enemies with flames when they are flying. They only use their swooping attacks to catch prey when chasing away. This fire dragon probably had enough hatred for Avada and felt that burning him to death with its breath was not enough to vent its anger, so it did this. But this was also thanks to Avada for drawing aggro earlier, otherwise it would not have been able to create such a one-hit kill opportunity.

To put it simply, it all came down to the key to winning this match – understanding the mindset of the Fire Dragon.

"With an impact of that magnitude... this fire dragon shouldn't die, right?"

After timely deploying the Ironclad Charm to block the impact and dust from the fire dragon's collision with the ground, Avada gazed at the center of the still-lingering smoke—the once blazing red life force had weakened by more than half, now reduced to a mere flickering ember enveloped by a small amount of golden spiritual energy. Fortunately, that bit of life force was relatively stable and showed no signs of further loss… The vitality of this creature was terrifyingly tenacious.

As the dust from the impact slowly dissipated, Avada and the many spectators outside the arena finally saw the pitiful state of Ironbelly—its head was covered in blood, its eyes were closed, and it appeared to be unconscious. Its entire body lay limply on the ground, its wings drooping helplessly to the side, and one of its front paws was clearly broken, its fingers still twitching slightly…

Unless this fire-breathing dragon is actually a phoenix in disguise, it should have already lost the ability to get up and fight again. In other words, it has completely completed the second task.

"Merlin's beard!"

"Bagman" shouted, his voice trembling with genuine emotion: "Look! The youngest warrior has defeated the world's most powerful fire dragon with unbelievable speed!"

"His previous provocations weren't just to provoke the fire dragon to breathe fire; they were also intended to further intensify its hatred for him by provoking the curse, causing it to relinquish its aerial superiority and thus creating this opportunity!"

The barrier on the field opened again, allowing a large group of people, presumably dragon tamers, to rush in. They anxiously checked the fire dragon's condition, and after confirming it was not in mortal danger, they breathed a sigh of relief. After quickly treating its wounds, they used magic to lift its massive body and carry it off the field. At the same time, the roar of the audience outside the field came in, which startled Avada—he realized that the outside world was actually so noisy during his match.

Ludo Bagman jogged to the front of the judges' table, exchanged a few words with the other four judges, quickly jotted down some notes in a small notebook, and then returned to his own table, cheerfully announcing, "Now, I will announce Mr. Ken's final score in this match, based on the combined scores from the five judges, is..."

"Forty-seven points!"

(End of this chapter)