Summary: The male protagonist is always wrong

The next morning, Yin Li was having breakfast when Harry came over and stood beside him with a bad look on his face.

"Caroline would scold you if she saw you like this, saying you are unkempt." Yin Li helped Harry turn up the collar of his shirt.

Harry was dazed. "Oh, I didn't notice."

Yin Li glanced at the Gryffindor table. Hermione was having breakfast with Ginny, and Ron probably hadn't gotten up yet.

Yin Li took a few sandwiches and put them in the dinner cloth, then followed Harry out.

Harry told Yin Li about the fire dragon.

"A dragon's eyes are fragile. You can attack its eyes with something like a cutting spell. And thorn vines, throw them into the dragon's stomach." Yin Li took out a thorn vine seed.

This plant will grow rapidly when it comes into contact with blood. Its thorns will cut the skin of passers-by, and then it will extend its branches and wrap around the person until they suck their blood dry.

Harry didn't know whether to laugh or cry. "There's no need to be so cruel. Ron's brother Charlie brought these dragons with him, so he probably wouldn't want us to kill them."

What Yin Li said suddenly made Harry feel less nervous.

Yin Li put the seeds away. Of course he was just joking.

"Are you scared?" Yin Li asked.

Harry hesitated for a moment; he was indeed a little nervous and frightened.

After all, it is a dragon, a huge monster, very aggressive and with high defense.

But when he looked into Yin Li's eyes, he calmed down.

"I'm afraid, and so are the other warriors." Harry became calmer as he spoke. "So when everyone is afraid, my calmness becomes my advantage."

Yin Li smiled and nodded.

Harry began to recall everything Ron's brother Charlie had said.

"We need to pass by the dragons, or take something. Charlie said they want the female dragons sitting on their nests and incubating eggs..."

At this point, Harry had an idea.

His eyes sparkled. "We're going to get the dragon's egg. But it can't be a real egg. We might damage it."

"Amazing! You figured it out." Yin Li praised him with a smile.

Harry looked at Yin Li excitedly, "If it's just to get the eggs, I can use a flying broom."

Harry thought of his Firebolt, which Sirius had given him during the holidays.

"Just a Scythe." Harry muttered, "Firebolt!"

They waited a moment before they heard the sound of air breaking and the Firebolt flew into Harry's hand.

"I thought it wouldn't be useful this year." Harry looked at the Firebolt in his hand.

Hermione and Ron also came over slowly.

"Hey Harry, what did Hagrid tell you yesterday?" asked Hermione.

Ron stared at Harry's Firebolt, "Oh, this is the Firebolt Sirius gave you. Let me try it."

Harry handed the Firebolt to Ron. "Hagrid showed me the props for the first project."

He paused here to keep the subject in suspense.

"It's a fire dragon."

Hermione was horrified and Ron almost fell off his broom.

"We have to find information on how to deal with them. This is too dangerous." Hermione said anxiously.

Yin Li comforted them, "Don't worry, Harry has found a way."

Ron asked, "Did you find a way to deal with the dragon? What is it?"

"Charlie said they were looking for female dragons with eggs, so I guess we're going to get something like an egg from under a dragon. I can just use my broomstick and grab it like a golden snitch."

"Oh, Harry's really good at Quidditch. No problem." Ron turned to look at Hermione.

Hermione spread her hands, "Oh, okay."

She was also gradually coming to terms with the dangerous activities of the wizarding world.

Yin Li: "Trust Harry."

Harry remembered something, "I also need to tell Cedric that Madame Maxime and Karkaroff saw the dragon."

Ron sighed sarcastically, "Oh, you are so enthusiastic."

Ron still couldn't stand Cedric.

Hermione glared at Ron. She felt that Harry was right.

"Write him a letter. It's still two days and he will receive it." Yin Li suggested.

Yin Li didn't want Harry to come into contact with the group of Hufflepuffs who mocked him.

Tuesday is here soon.

During lunch, Yin Li saw Harry being called away by Professor McGonagall. They were going to prepare for the competition.

Harry walked into the tent under the guidance of Professor McGonagall. The other three had already arrived.

Furong sat in the corner, her expression no longer as calm as usual, and her face was very pale.

Krum was more sullen than usual.

Cedric paced anxiously.

Seeing the performance of the three people, Harry's nervous mood suddenly calmed down.

Ludo Bagman, Head of the Department of Magical Games and Sports, entered.

"You have to draw models from them. There are different types, and your task is to pick up the golden eggs."

After the audience arrived, Furong was the first to draw number two, the Welsh Green Dragon.

Krum No. 3, Chinese Fire Dragon.

Cedric is number one, the Swedish short-nosed dragon.

Harry already knew what was left for him: number four, the Hungarian Horntail.

Harry looked at the model in his hand. The little dragon spread its wings and showed its tiny fangs.

Harry had the leisure to find it adorable.

Before the game started, Bagman said he could help Harry, which made Harry feel puzzled, and of course Harry refused him.

He returned to the tent and waited for the runners ahead to finish their race.

Screams, shouts, and Bagman's commentary could be heard outside the tent. It sounded tense and exciting.

About half an hour later, it was finally Harry's turn.

He walked out of the tent, through the bushes, and into the grounds through a gap in the fence.

Hundreds of faces in the surrounding stands were looking at him.

The Hungarian Horntail was squatting at the other end of the field, guarding its nest, its wings half-folded, its yellow eyes fixed on Harry.

When its spiked tail twists, it leaves several meters long pits on the ground.

Harry stared at it carefully and waved his wand, "Here comes the Firebolt!"

Harry reached out, and the Firebolt fell into his hand.

He mounted his Firebolt and soared into the air.

The wind brushed across his cheeks, and he completely calmed down. He was back in familiar territory.

He used his most familiar method, just like facing a Quidditch match, observing calmly and making bold moves.

He first tried the Flying Spell on the golden egg, but it didn't work.

Harry attracted its attention, and its head kept following Harry, but it still did not leave the golden egg.

That does not work.

Harry fired Spring Blast at its eyes, and a ball of water shot towards it.

The Hungarian Horntail was enraged and angrily spit a fireball at Harry.

Harry dodged it like he was dodging a Bludger, and then another huge wind blade cut towards it.

The Hungarian Horntail finally couldn't bear it anymore, and it spread its wings, which were so big that they seemed to cover the sky and the sun.

Then it swooped down towards Harry.

Harry leaned over the broom, dodged it nimbly, and rushed towards the golden egg.

He released the Firebolt, grabbed the Golden Egg with his hand, and dove upwards, clutching the broom.

When the Hungarian Horntail saw that he had taken the eggs, it was completely enraged.

The dragon trainer on the sidelines quickly stepped forward to calm it down.

The professor waved at him from below, telling him to get down. Harry slowly flew back and got off the broom.

The judges then gave him a score, with Madame Maxime giving him a 9.

After Crouch was dismissed, Cornelius Fudge took the referee's seat and gave it an 8.

Bagman also gave it a 10, while Karkaroff gave it a 4.

Yin Li knew that Karkaroff deliberately gave only 4 points because that would make Harry and Krum share the same score.

Really annoying.

Harry returned to the tent and found the clue to the second level was hidden in the golden egg.

Yin Li and the other two went to meet up with Harry.

"Congratulations, Harry!" Yin Li congratulated him happily.

Hermione's face was covered with scratches from her own nails. She was still in shock. "This is horrible."

Even if you knew it in advance, the scene was still scary.

"Don't worry, isn't Harry okay? Congratulations, Harry, you tied with Krum." Ron comforted Hermione.