Hogwarts: My name is the Unforgivable Curse...

Chapter 328 Veela's Other Talent

"First like this, then like this, and then like this again..."

Unseen by Barty and the spectators outside the arena, Fleur, hidden beneath the thick fog, was tightly clutching a crimson pebble in her left hand, which was not holding a wand. If someone were to examine the pebble closely, they would discover that its material was exactly the same as that of the Power Pillar—yes, it was a fragment of the Power Pillar that had been destroyed by the fire dragon.

At this moment, a few drops of crystalline golden-red liquid still clung to the surface of that fragment, swaying precariously in the gust of wind stirred up by the movement of the lotus flower. It seemed as if it might be blown off the stone at any moment, but for some reason, it remained firmly stuck there, like a tiny piece of jelly.

Meanwhile, Hibiscus, who was tightly gripping the rubble, was rapidly maneuvering through the thick fog she had created to evade the fire dragon's attacks. At the same time, she pressed her wand against the rubble, her eyes slightly closed, and occasionally she would furrow her brows slightly, as if she was concentrating on analyzing something—under the pressure of the fire dragon.

"One last verification...it worked!!"

Suddenly, a red light flashed from the wand that was firmly pressing against the rubble, and Fleur's face lit up with delight: "I knew it!"

"Heh heh, how could a mere Enrage Curse possibly restrain me? Did you really think that the Veela's bloodline only contains mental magic...?"

"Miss Delacour suddenly dissipated the smoke!"

"Bagman" exclaimed from the stands: "She was lurking in the smoke for almost twenty minutes, doing practically nothing—I bet she had some kind of surprise in mind!"

"...What surprise?"

Avada narrowed his eyes slightly, but still couldn't discern any obvious magical traces. He even examined the fragment of the charged stone pillar in her hand, but still couldn't figure out why Fleur would choose to dissipate the smoke now...

The liquid on the fragments of the powered pillar appears to be a magical potion capable of mimicking the breath of a fire dragon.

After observing carefully for a while using the telescopes provided at the venue, he finally noticed another detail: 'Stone pillar fragments, potions... what is she trying to do?'

"Wait... I remember now! Besides charm, Veela's innate magic also seems to have another one..."

"Could it be that she wants to...?"

Avada's expression suddenly turned strange—if he was not mistaken, the route he had originally thought only he could take and had abandoned due to its excessive flamboyance had actually been used by Furong.

As time passed, a long-absent red light shone again on the ground.

"It's coming."

A beautiful smile curved at the corners of Hibiscus's lips. Then, she suddenly cast several speed-boosting spells on herself, followed by a barrage of curses, some damaging and some harassing, all aimed at the massive body of the Ukrainian Iron-Belly Dragon. Sure enough, she once again guided it to pounce on her—in a direction away from the red light.

"The charging pillar is about to rise, and this time Miss Delacour seems to finally be planning something! She first lured the fire dragon further away to prevent the pillar from being destroyed again... but isn't that a bit too far? This distance seems to exceed the range of the Ukrainian Ironbelly Dragon's breath attack... What is she planning to do?"

Bagman's voice rang out again in time: "She left behind several curses to bind the fire dragon—it seems that's enough to hold until the pillar is retracted, and then...then she returned to the pillar alone? What is she trying to do? Guide the fire dragon to breathe fire?"

"But this distance is far too short for the dragon's breath to reach the charging pillar... Merlin, what am I seeing?!"

As Bagman's exclamation rang out, everyone in the audience—including Avada—wore expressions of utter shock, almost unable to believe what they were seeing.

A pair of long, scale-covered wings, like a ghost, slipped through the cloak and slowly unfurled from Hibiscus's back. Her long silver hair began to move without wind, fluttering up and down as if submerged in water, and her eyes transformed into beautiful, yet dangerously sharp, vertical pupils. A fierce flame ignited in her hands, yet it did not scorch her sleeves or skin in the slightest…

boom!

A fireball burst forth from the hand holding the fragment of the stone pillar, slamming squarely into the newly risen, charged pillar. Then, something even more astonishing happened—as if the pillar had truly been spewed with dragon's breath, a pure magical energy slowly rose from within, gathering at the top and forming a thread that floated towards the platform in the sky… followed by the appearance of a large number "1".

"Merlin's beard! What is that?!"

Although he already knew the truth, Avada was still astonished to hear such a cry of surprise, and similar calls continued to come—

"Those wings and flames...it seems like the kind of magic a Veela only displays when she's angry! Isn't that warrior just a half-Veela? How can he use magic like that?!"

"That's not the point! The point is, why can her flames power the stone pillars?! She's a half-Veep, not a half-dragon!!"

Boom boom boom boom!!

Hibiscus, whose appearance had drastically changed, was oblivious to the chaotic noise. Seeing one fireball succeed, her face lit up with joy, and she immediately followed up with four more, each hitting the charged pillar precisely. The result was four streams of pure energy that flew almost simultaneously from the top of the pillar to the platform in the air, instantly changing the number below from "1" to "5"...

She thus completed the energy replenishment of the stone pillar in a way that no one had anticipated.

Before the crisp sound of breaking chains and the roar of a dragon pulled the audience back to the arena, an indescribable silence enveloped the entire place. Even the most lively commentator, Ludo Bagman, was temporarily speechless, staring blankly at Furong, her silver hair flying and bathed in flames, in the center of the arena. As if sensing the gazes around her, Furong even had the leisure to gently toss her hair, revealing her face completely, and gave a dashing smile to the stunned students in the audience.

Then, with a powerful flap of her wings, she soared into the sky, aiming a fierce Obstruction Spell at the base of the fire dragon's wings, which had just spread out but hadn't yet taken off!

"An unimaginable scenario!"

Bagman seemed to finally recover from his shock, excitedly shouting, "What did we just see?! A man—a warrior—was flying in the sky attacking downwards, while the fire dragon that should have dominated the sky was suppressed by a dense barrage of spells, unable to even spread its wings! I bet this fire dragon has never encountered anything so outrageous in its life!"

Finally, as a stun spell carrying a fireball slammed heavily into the skin between the dragon's eyes, it let out a mournful howl of despair, then its limbs went limp and it collapsed heavily to the ground.

(End of this chapter)