Everyone looked at what was happening on the field with a look of surprise, only to see that the attack of the short-nosed dragon was blocked in the air by an unknown force, but Holly was not affected in the slightest. The www.biquge.info of the pen and the fun pavilion slowly took the golden egg out of the dragon egg and held it high. An astonishing burst of screams and cheers erupted from the stands in an instant. As if the space around the short-nosed dragon had been imprisoned, the other claw that was originally prepared to be freed up was also met with a huge resistance in the process of swinging, and there was no way to stop Heli's action......

When Holly gets the golden egg, her mission is over. The rest of the part, naturally there are other wizards in charge, seeing a group of wizards running in the distance, it seems that they are ready to deal with the dragon, Holey quickly left the playing field, not wanting to be affected by the dragon that is going crazy next.

Leaving the grounds, Holly was first ushered into the emergency tent, where Mrs. Pomfrey was ready, ready to respond to any situation. Holly himself knew his situation, and he had not been hurt in the slightest bit in the game just now, but even so, he was still watched by the teacher and came to the emergency tent to be examined by Mrs. Pomfrey.

Lifting the curtain of the tent, I heard Mrs. Pomfrey ask directly without looking back, "What hurt did you receive?"

Professor Flitwick, who had come with her, looked at herly, not knowing what to do with Mrs. Pomfrey.

"Isn't it badly wounded?" said Mrs. Pomfrey, who heard no reply. I didn't seem to have received the slightest ripple from Holey, of course, if there was any impact, maybe the beads of sweat on his forehead counted as one, but I couldn't be sure if it was caused by the way from the arena.

"Well, even though you say it doesn't have any effect, I'm going to check it out. Listening to Professor Flitwick's explanation of the game, Mrs. Pomfrey did not stop her wand, and from time to time tapped various parts of Holly's body, casting various inspection spells.

"Well, it doesn't seem like I'm being fooled, but there's still some mana drain. Well, there's a magic potion from Severus here, so take a bottle and drink it yourself. Even after making sure that Holly didn't have the slightest problem, Mrs. Pomfrey still picked on Holly and prescribed some potions.

"As you wish, ma'am. Holly shrugged, for Snape's potion, just drink it, it won't be a toxic side effect.

Just as Holly finished drinking the potion and was about to return to the arena to see his final score, he heard an exclamation from the arena, followed by Dumbledore's voice.

"Everyone, please don't move, and the staff should quickly move the wounded to the emergency tent. Please be prepared for the first aid. Hearing this, Mrs. Pomfrey gave up the idea of continuing to chat with Professor Flitvier, and turned to prepare again, and Holly quietly withdrew from the tent when she saw this.

Looking at the group of wizards surrounding the dragons in the venue, everyone was also a little puzzled when they saw the short-nosed dragons that moved slowly or were limited there, after all, these dragons were under their care for the past few days, and everyone also had some understanding of the character of each dragon. Although the short-nosed dragon is not overly grumpy, it is not the kind of person who has no temper, at least, no dragon will let the act of taking an egg from it.

In such a puzzled thought, everyone's vigilance also decreased, and they didn't notice the anger in the short-nosed dragon's eyes at this time. A dragon was actually confined in a small space, and an egg was taken away from him in the open. Although the perpetrator left, the spatial barriers around him seemed to have begun to loosen. Constantly using the strong flesh to hit the invisible barriers around the body, and the few humans who were talking and laughing in the distance became the objects of the short-nosed dragon to vent.

After using the greatest strength to completely get rid of the power that imprisoned him, the few people not far away didn't seem to notice the abnormality on the dragon's side, and several people still walked towards several directions with a smile, preparing to work together to send the dragon back to the place where it was before entering the field.

The unexpected happened, and the Swedish short-nosed dragon suddenly went berserk under everyone's gaze, only to see it use its tail to flick away a few wizards walking behind him, and its nostrils began to spew a large number of dazzling blue flames. The sudden appearance of the situation caught everyone a little off guard, and at this time, what should have been the referees scoring Holly's performance turned into a confrontation between wizards and dragons.

After throwing off a few wizards and photographing the remaining few with brushes in the stands, the Swedish short-nosed dragon did not take off, perhaps because the feeling of being imprisoned just now made it a little afraid, for fear of encountering such a situation again, but even so, it kept spraying blue flames into the sky, venting its dissatisfaction.

Dumbledore, who were originally sitting in the referee's seat to score, also had to leave the table temporarily, ready to go off the field to help control the dragon.

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When Holly returned from the emergency tent, he saw several groups of people hurriedly carrying stretchers, and the stretchers were covered in blood, shuttling back and forth between the emergency tent and the arena. It wasn't until Holly found Luna and Erinka in the stands that he learned from them what had happened after he left.

Shaking his head, Holly didn't tell them exactly how he imprisoned the dragon through space, in fact, Holly didn't know anything about it, but he knew how to use the ability that he didn't know where he got it.

After a period of chaos, the arena finally returned to normal, except for the blood spilled on the ground and the scattered dots of the walls, which still remained. I don't know if it's Dumbledore's mischievous psychology or other ideas that want to put some pressure on other players, in short, a clean magic can be done, Dumbledore didn't arrange for people or take the initiative to do it.

"Well, now for the judges to score. Bagmun shouted loudly, continuing the task that should have been done a long time ago.

I saw each judge take out his wand and raise it to the sky. Long silver ribbon-like objects erupted, condensed in the sky, and then turned into numbers.

"Well, don't worry, you've done a perfect job, and I'm sure the judges won't give you a low score. Professor Flitwick followed back to the stands and explained.

After Professor Flitwick finished saying these words, his face instantly turned ugly when he saw the five numbers floating in the sky, and in the same way, all the students in the stands could not see much at this time.