A certain Hogwarts professor of runes.

His voice trailed off as Fudge's gloomy eyes turned toward him.

Bagman stammered for a moment, then finally realized what he was about to do. He stood up and shouted, "Then, please welcome all the warriors!"

The cheers were deafening, and the extremely piercing whistle rang out through the sky. The fire dragons raised their heads and looked around cautiously and uneasily. Soon, a wooden gate opened, and a group of people walked in.

"Sigh~"

Harry saw someone in front of him fall backward, and he quickly reached out to help him up. It was a Beauxbatons champion. Harry didn't know the boy's name, but he was clearly not in good condition, with snot and tears streaming down his face.

“François…” Fleur whispered, “For Nicolas Flamel’s sake, be a little braver!” She turned her head to one side and instructed, “Jacqueline!”

Another girl trembled as she helped François up, though from Harry's perspective, she was also terrified.

His dislike for Furong intensified until he saw the mist in her eyes. He paused, perhaps because his expression was too direct, and Furong glared at him.

The lead staff member led them to an open area where the air was much hotter than outside. The rocks in front of the blue Swedish short-nosed dragon seemed to melt like liquid, becoming soft and limp.

He couldn't hear any sound, but he could see hot, lava-like droplets falling continuously, as if dripping onto his heart. But that wasn't his problem. He heard Ron swallow, and following his gaze, he saw their target: a massive, black hill.

However, that hill could move, and it was covered in barbs.

Harry regretted not getting a good look at it that night. This Hungarian wood wasp was taller than ten of him stacked on top of each other, covered in black scales, and had a lizard-like appearance. It had yellow eyes and bronze horns, and its tail was covered with sharp spikes that were also a bronze color.

He heard Hermione hoarsely reciting information about this fire-breathing dragon: "...The Hungarian Hornet is considered one of the most vicious and aggressive fire-breathing dragons... It is one of the fire-breathing dragons with the longest range, reaching up to 50 feet. It is even more aggressive when protecting its eggs... Female dragons are generally larger than males..."

“I’m just glad my mom didn’t come…” Ron said with a bittersweet smile as he saw Sirius waving from the stands.

At that moment, Charlie walked over. His calm voice calmed Harry down a little. Then, they were led to their respective positions by staff members who kept appearing. As they passed by, Charlie patted the three of them on the shoulder, opened his mouth several times, and finally squeezed out a muffled "Good luck."

In front of Harry, Ron, and Hermione was the Hungarian Hornet, completely different from the one they pulled out of their pockets. Only up close could one feel its terror. Compared to this fire dragon, they were like three mice.

"This is classroom number seven, classroom number seven..." Ron kept hypnotizing himself.

Hermione's face was as white as paper. She tried her best to keep her voice calm, "There are dragon trainers and Ministry of Magic staff around. Even if you don't believe them, you should believe Professor Hyp... He's right above us!"

The three looked up at the sky, where a blurry shadow stood against the light, giving them immense courage.

Bagman's passionate voice rang out again: "All warriors are ready. They are only seventy feet away from their opponents, a relatively safe distance, because the fire dragons are chained to their legs."

"Once you hear the whistle, you may begin your action. Time, strategy, effectiveness, and the courage you demonstrate will all be factors in your scoring. Good luck! Ready—three—two—one! The competition begins!"

The surrounding chaos seemed to be paused. Harry didn't have time to look at anyone else; he had to get to his own business. He shouted from the bottom of his heart, "Firebolts, come here!"

After waiting quietly for a while, he accurately distinguished the familiar sound waves from the tidal wave of noise. A red shadow flew from the direction of the castle. He flipped over and soared into the sky. The familiar sense of speed calmed his heart.

I belong to the sky.

Harry told himself that he was climbing upwards at maximum speed, and in just a few seconds he had overtaken a figure—Professor Hyp. He caught a glimpse of the professor rolling his eyes at him.

He turned the broom handle around and glanced down. At a height of seven or eight hundred feet, the fire dragon looked just like the salamanders Hagrid had talked about in class. He also noticed that the entire arena resembled a daffodil, with a fire dragon standing near the center of each petal, while the warrior stood on the other side of the petal.

From the air, of the six groups of warriors, only the group of Vargadu and Cedric moved first. Harry didn't remember the name of that unassuming wizard, only that he had a pointed eagle-shaped hairstyle. Suddenly, he rolled off the ground and transformed into a lithe eagle. He flapped his wings and soared into the sky, bravely flying towards that beautiful Australian eggshell eye.

A gasp rippled through the stands; they too were stunned by the actions of the Vagado students. "Animagus!" someone shouted.

“Not Animagus!” Bagman’s voice rang in everyone’s ears. “That’s Vagado’s unique human transformation. As far as I know, all three warriors can do it!”

"Wow~"

The eagle's bronze feathers gleamed in the sunlight. The Australian eagle sensed a threat and stared at them with its pupil-less, shimmering, multicolored eyes, opening its mouth to spew out a fan-shaped ball of bright red flame.

The blue eagle nimbly dodged, while continuing to provoke the eagle.

On the other side, Cedric raised his wand, and wisps of mist gathered, growing wider and darker in color, until they finally formed a deep-colored rain cloud that rose hundreds of feet high.

The rain drizzled down, extinguishing the sparks rising from the blue Swedish short-nosed dragon's nose. Annoyed, it tilted its head back and spewed out blue flames, flames so hot they could melt even rock. But being only about twenty-three or twenty-four feet tall, even with the flames, it couldn't reach the rain clouds above its head.

The rain was nothing, but it got heavier and heavier, making the Swedish short-nosed dinosaur very uncomfortable. It became agitated and tried to move its eggs, pulling the chains on its feet so hard they creaked.

Collins Foley had disappeared sometime earlier, but he grinned, already knowing they had chosen the most suitable strategy.

Harry swooped down, glancing out of the corner of his eye that Fleur's group seemed to be having problems; apart from Fleur, the other two warriors were hesitant to move forward.

Bagman's commentary came at just the right moment: "It seems there's some conflict among the warriors of Beauxbatons, which is really unacceptable... Look at Durmstrang's side, they're throwing black magic from afar, but it's only making the dragon more agitated... Oh no, look at Krum, he's cast some kind of spell on himself to reduce his presence, he's sneaking closer, does he think he can snatch back the dragon egg with his bow legs? He should be sitting on a broom, Durmstrang's strategy hasn't utilized his greatest advantage!"

On the referee's stand, Karkarov looked annoyed. "What is he doing? He's bothering Krum."

The headmaster of Vagado, the skinny witch sitting next to him, grinned. Karkaroff glared at her angrily: "What's so funny? Your other two students are just standing there watching!"

Chapter 396 Fire Dragon (Part 2)

The headmaster of Vagado sat next to Mrs. Maxim, the two forming a stark contrast, as if Mrs. Maxim had placed her doll beside her. The witch said in a hoarse voice, "My students have no shortage of courage. The reason they haven't moved is because there are more important things to do."

"Is she casting protective magic on her companion? African hand gestures are so unique, like a dance..." Dumbledore said with a smile, stroking his beard.

They both looked towards a corner of the field.

The lithe warrior, as agile as a leopard, swiftly swung his arms, manipulating the air as he chanted incantations. Colorful lines appeared in the air, looping around the largest of the Vagadu warriors like ropes. He grimaced, his face contorted in pain, but his body remained stiff and motionless.

The most impressive was Iphamoni, whose three warriors wielded wands that resembled long whistles, unleashing powerful spells that combined red and black flames with swirling whirlwinds to create a spectacular composite magic.

The powerful winds even affected the warriors of Durmstrang, who were hiding and getting closer to the fire dragon. Krum was forced to show himself, and he retreated quickly with a grim face. The fire dragon had already looked over and was keeping a closer eye on the dragon eggs in its nest.

“How could you do this!” shouted a Durmstrang warrior to the side.

“This is allowed by the rules. One of the troubles for warriors comes from other warriors, as you should know!” Victor Grevis said coldly as he and his companions struggled to control the black whirlwind, sending flames flying out like tattered silk, drifting far away to the areas of other fire dragons.

Durmstrang's warrior gritted his teeth, wishing he could cast a spell on him, but that was against the rules.

Harry, who was dealing with the Hungarian hornet, suddenly raised his broom, dodging a beautiful but dangerous black flame flower. A corner of his robe turned to ash, and he broke out in a cold sweat.

He also realized the danger; the field was fraught with peril. He had almost been hit by the flames of the somewhat crazed Australian Eggshell Eyes earlier, and even the sky, shared by him and that Vagado Blue Eagle, had become even more treacherous.

He had to make way for the Blue Eagle, letting it entangle with the Australian Eggshell Eye. He himself moved closer to Beauxbatons, where only Fleur was. She stood about forty feet from the dragon, seemingly casting a complex hypnotic spell. The dragon was drowsy, but at crucial moments, several black flames would fly over from the Iphamoni Field on her other side and land on the Welsh Green Dragon. Although they didn't have much effect, they were enough to wake it up.

Fleur glared angrily at the flames, while Beauxbatons' other two warriors were distracted helping her with her troubles.

Harry, standing on the high vantage point overlooking the entire situation, had a sudden realization. To end the match undisturbed, he needed to act quickly. He descended and shared his thoughts with Ron and Hermione.

The two men hadn't been idle; one was erecting a high earthen wall, the other digging a deep pit, making it look like a makeshift defensive fortification. Even Bagman kept glancing in their direction. But perhaps there was nothing to say, he quickly turned his head away again.

"The scene is quite intense, even though only two minutes have passed... But if you ask me, if we don't achieve anything within half an hour, it will be very difficult later... Oh, look, the Hogwarts champions and the Vargadu champions are making a new move! Are they going to cooperate? Good heavens!"

He exclaimed in shock, drawing everyone's attention.

At this moment, on Cedric's side, the blue Swedish short-nosed dragon had reached its limit of endurance for the rain clouds overhead. What was worse, a thick fog enveloped the area outside the thick rain curtain, making it unable to see the distance and even blurring the ground beneath its feet.

It lowered its head, and blue flames sprayed onto the chains on its feet. The chains, which had been enchanted with fireproof spells, became scorching hot. After half a minute, the chains finally could not withstand the high temperature and were violently broken free by it with a strong tug.

The Swedish short-nosed dragon is free!

Excitedly flapping its wings, it soared straight into the sky, shattering the annoying rain clouds. The Swedish short-nosed dragon caught a glimpse of a wizard riding a broom and a large blue eagle, but it glanced warily at the giant Hungarian hornet and did not approach, instead flicking a long streak of fire at him.

It immediately turned and swooped down, disappearing into the thick fog. The annoying wizard was no longer in sight; instead, a goat stood there, looking rather hungry. The Swedish short-nosed dragon glanced at its lair, sensing some danger. It flew to the lair, grabbed the dragon eggs with its hind legs, intending to place them in a safe place before going to catch the goat. But just as it took flight, it heard someone chanting a spell, and a patch of black thorns suddenly appeared from a dozen feet away, rapidly extending towards it.

It stared wide-eyed, and in the blink of an eye, the black thorns climbed up its claws onto its blue scales, wings, and neck. It struggled fiercely, flapping its wings as it did so. The black thorns split open like biscuits, but even more black plants surged up.

The wretched wizard who had disappeared earlier reappeared and began chanting spells at it.

“I’m collapsing! I’m collapsing! I’m collapsing!” Cedric shouted.

With the black thorns that Roger Davis had created using the Growth Charm, the Riduan Short-nosed Dragon was temporarily fixed in mid-air. He could chant the spell without restraint, and beams of red light struck its belly area, which was not protected by scales.

The Swedish short-nosed dragon, dazed and confused, flapped its wings aimlessly, struggling on instinct, and unknowingly approached the area of ​​Vagado nearby. Suddenly, a silver tail, shimmering with iridescent light, flew out from nowhere and slammed directly onto its head.

Finally, it couldn't hold on any longer and plummeted from mid-air, crashing heavily to the ground and kicking up a cloud of dust.

But it was still conscious. It still carefully clutched the dragon egg on its left foot, and turning its neck, it spewed out blazing blue flames in the direction of Cedric and Roger Davis, forcing them to keep their distance.

Just then, the Swedish Brachyrhinosaurus felt a mosquito nudge its left foot, but it ignored it and continued to breathe fire with gusto. A numbness then appeared, and it stopped, bewildered to see that its claws had somehow loosened their grip, and the dragon egg had rolled to the side.

Was it out of strength? It wondered, but it immediately opened its mouth wide, not to spew flames, but to show utter astonishment.

My own dragon egg... it actually grew legs and ran away, and it's getting farther and farther away?

Collins Foley, now under the Disillusionment Charm, finally got her chance. She was already skilled in the Silent Charm, and during this time, she had repeatedly practiced the Disillusionment Charm and the Dissociation Charm, all in preparation for this opportunity.

Heaven knows that when the Swedish short-nosed dragon grabbed the dragon egg, she had already crept up to the side, but she trusted her companion and hid according to plan until the dragon was locked by Roger Davis's Blackthorn. She used the silent spell "Release Power" more than ten times in one go to make the dragon release its claws.

Clutching the dragon egg, each step felt like a pounding on her heart, the thumping sound seemingly resonating with her entire being. She had finally escaped the most dangerous place. Turning around, she saw Cedric and Roger Davis casting a stun spell on the Swedish short-nosed dragon.

She tossed the dragon egg far away and jogged back, only to find her wand missing when she reached for it. Oh no, she must have dropped it on the field. The scene was chaotic, with dust flying everywhere. Looking around, she spotted a dusty, mace-like stick, bent down, picked it up, and smashed it hard against the back of the dragon's head.

"Bang bang bang bang!"

After an unknown amount of time, Roger Davis stopped her again, saying, "Stop hitting it, or you'll wake it up." Collins was stunned for a moment before realizing that the Swedish short-nosed dragon had already passed out.

She sat down on the ground with a thud.

Bagman shouted excitedly, "Look! The first team to succeed has appeared! They not only got the dragon egg, but they also stunned the fire dragon! Bonus points! They absolutely have to get bonus points!"

The stands erupted in thunderous applause, cheers, and screams.

"Where did you get that stick? Did you use a Transfiguration spell on your wand? It looks so familiar," Roger Davis said.

Collins stared blankly at him, then pointed in a direction that led to Vargadu's team.

Roger and Cedric turned their heads, their expressions becoming blank. At the location of the Australian white eye, a huge African elephant had appeared out of nowhere. It was only ten feet tall, less than half the length of the fire dragon, but with the help of its teammates, it still managed to seize the opportunity to stomp the fire dragon under its feet and was stomping on it like a madman.

“My God!” Roger Davis exclaimed in disbelief.

“Yes, the fire dragon is going crazy…” Cedric said.

Chapter 397 Fire Dragon (Part 2)

Cedric's hunch was right. The Australian white-eyed eagle was relatively docile, but with a blue eagle constantly provoking it, and then a leopard joining in, even the best-tempered eagle couldn't tolerate it.

But before it could do anything, a burly wizard ran up to its feet. Although he was quite big, it depended on who he was compared to.

It extended a claw, intending to crush him, but right before its eyes, he transformed into an African elephant half its height, suddenly accelerating and charging towards it. Long tusks pressed against its scales, the immense force knocking it off balance, and then it felt a sharp pain at the joint of its wings—

It stepped on me!

The Australian white-eyed creature fell uncontrollably, and the elephant added more force, then violently stomped on its head, extinguishing the fire dragon's burgeoning flames, before leaping onto its fragile wings and repeatedly trampling on them.

Dragon eggs? The eggshell-eyed creature had long since forgotten about the dragon eggs; it just wanted to tear this suddenly appearing elephant apart piece by piece.

"Elfendi! We can leave now!"

The female warrior of Vagadu cried out, transforming from her leopard form back into human form, cradling the dragon egg at a distance. But Elifendy was trapped, one of her white-eyed claws gripping his elephant leg tightly. The magical light on the elephant leg flickered and then quickly dimmed, the protective magic rapidly waning.

The blue eagle swooped down from the sky, and the broomstick-riding wizard who had been working in tandem with the burning phoenix suddenly vanished. Without a second thought, he instantly reverted to human form and began casting a spell as he fell.

Eye Curse! Just like Krum's strategy, only his actions were more risky.