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Within seconds of Fleur's match, Harry re-entered and sat next to Qiming, and soon Bagman's commentary was heard. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Qiming wanted to hear Bagman's explanation, but Harry leaned his head over, secretly glanced at Krum, who was sitting alone on the other side, and said in a low voice:

"Bagman just told me a method that you might be able to use. ”

"Oh?"

Qiming looked at Harry in surprise, it is said that Harry Potter has a very stubborn personality and is generally not willing to accept the help of strangers, but he didn't expect that this time he actually got a way to deal with dragons from Bagman, which made Qiming a little surprised.

"The dragon's skin is immune to most magic, but its eyes are its weak point, if you can hurt its eyes in any way......"

Harry whispered in Qiming's ear, and Qiming nodded. It was a good idea, but if he remembered correctly, it would soon be that way for Krum to deal with the Chinese Fireball Dragon.

"Thanks, Harry. ”

Qiming thanked him, although he didn't know how to use this method, but no matter what, the boy was willing to take the initiative to help him, and he showed this feeling.

Soon, the game outside entered the white-hot stage, and the audience began to let out bursts of exclamations, and after a few minutes, the audience erupted in cheers again, and Seremban's game was over.

Then, Krum went out as well.

Bagman's commentary was heard clearly into the tent, and Qiming sat there yawning boredly. But Harry wasn't as calm as he was.

It would be his turn after Krum, and Harry was subconsciously clenching his fists, his joints turning white from the force that had made them too strong.

"Relax, Harry, relax. ”

Looking at Harry, whose face was pale, Qiming couldn't help but be a little amused, and comforted:

"Don't worry, you'll be fine with Dumbledore. ”

Sure enough, Dumbledore's name seemed to have some kind of magical magic, and Harry's clenched fist suddenly loosened most of it, although he was still very nervous, but it was already within the normal range.

"Thank you, Kaiming. ”

Harry's face was pale, and he reluctantly smiled at Qiming.

Qiming waved his hand casually, signaling that he didn't care, and then teased the model of the Hungarian tree bee again.

"Very bold!"

Suddenly, Bagman's shouts came in, and at the same time there was an earth-shattering roar, and the audience invariably took a breath,

"Mr. Krum, he's shown great guts! Yes, he's got the golden egg! Congratulations!"

The applause poured in waves, and Harry took a deep breath and got up from his seat - Krum had finished the game and it would be his turn to play at any moment.

Finally, when the whistle blew, Harry strode towards the entrance of the playing field, and Qiming looked at his back, no matter how he looked at it, it seemed to have a tragic sense of generosity to death.

"Oh my God, he can fly!"

About two minutes later, Bagman's voice came from outside the tent, and the audience was screaming and panting,

"Do you see, Mr. Krum?"

Bagman shouted.

Kaiming knew that Harry should have summoned the firebolt with the Flying Charm and sat down.

Then, after a few more minutes, there was another earth-shattering cheer outside the tent.

"Look!"

Bagman was shouting,

"Look! The youngest warrior in our grade got the golden egg as fast as he could! This will greatly improve Mr. Potter's impression in the minds of the judges! Very good! We see that the judges have scored!"

Qiming got up from his seat and walked slowly to the door, Harry got the golden egg, and then it was his turn to play.

A sharp whistle sounded, and Qiming took a deep breath and walked out.

Compared to the dim light in the tent, the clear sky outside made the light a little too bright, and Keiming had to blink to get used to it.

Then, Qiming began to look around, and directly opposite him, hundreds of faces sat on a high platform and looked at him.

With his superior vision, Qiming could see at a glance that Hermione was also among them, looking at him nervously. Qiming smiled and waved at the girl, and his action made everyone can't help but look back, when they saw that it was Hermione, many people's faces showed a look of sudden realization, Qiming keenly noticed that Hermione's face turned red.

"Alright, our last warrior is on the court, let's see how he plays!"

Ludo Bagman's voice came from the left side of the stand, and Qiming looked for his reputation, and saw him standing in the center of the stand on the left, with three school principals including Dumbledore sitting behind him, many Hogwarts staff, and a few Qiming who couldn't be named, presumably Ministry of Magic officials.

Under the gaze of thousands of pairs of eyes, Qiming didn't feel nervous at all, he had experienced too much, it was difficult for him to have something to make him have mood swings, and his daily reaction was more of a superficial habitual action.

Then, Qiming looked at his goal for the competition—at the other end of the field, where the Hungarian tree bee that Qiming had drawn was standing.

It crouched low, guarding its nest of eggs, its huge wings halfway folded, and a pair of vicious yellow eyes staring at Qiming. It was an incomparably large, scaly-clad lizard-like reptile. It writhes its spiky tail violently, leaving a trail of several meters of craters on the hard ground.

At this time, Bagman's commentary also sounded at the right time,

"The tree bee dragon that Mr. Qiming drew is the fiercest of all the four dragons, which should be a big challenge for Mr. Qiming. Let's see, now, he's going to start!"

In the voice of Bagman's commentary, Qiming moved.

In front of all the audience, Qiming actually ran towards the tree bee dragon.

"Oh my God, what is Mr. Qiming going to do? Does he want to rush over and snatch the golden eggs like this?"

Bagman's voice resounded throughout the audience, everyone was surprised by Qiming's actions, and there were bursts of screams and gasps from the audience, and no one knew what Qiming was going to do next - if he continued to run like this, Qiming would have sent himself directly into the mouth of the tree bee dragon.

"Qiming, is he crazy, what the hell is he going to do?"

In the audience, beside Hermione, Ron shouted in shock. It can be seen that after seeing the danger of the previous games, he is no longer angry with Harry, and at the same time, the suspicion of Qiming has also disappeared.

Hermione didn't speak, she didn't even dare to look at Qiming, she was clasping her fingers crossed, putting her eyes closed in front of her forehead and praying.

No one could understand Enlightenment's actions at this time, the previous warriors, including Harry, all of them were casting spells from a long distance away from the fire dragon, and no one was stupid enough to lean directly into the fire dragon - that would be suicide at all.

Now Qiming did do this, and after a few seconds, Qiming had rushed to a position less than five meters in front of the tree bee dragon, but he still did not stop.

On the faculty chair, Dumbledore and several professors and officials from the Ministry of Magic had already stood up, ready to rescue.

There was also an uproar in the audience, and the students looked at the audience with uneasy expressions, and several girls had closed their eyes.

At this moment, Qi Ming ran forward two or three meters, and the tree bee dragon's already sharp teeth were already able to reach him, of course, this fierce fire dragon would not refuse the delicious meal delivered to the door, opened its bloody mouth, and bit towards Qi Ming.

"Ahh

There was a scream in the audience, and everyone foresaw the next scene - Qiming was torn to pieces by the sharp teeth of the Tree Hornet, and in the teaching chair, Professor McGonagall and several other professors had already taken out their wands and were about to cast a spell to save Qiming, but Dumbledore's eyes flashed with a strange light, and the wand he raised was lowered again.

Then, just as the Tree Hornet's sharp teeth were about to bite Qiming's body, Qiming's body began to change.

In everyone's eyes, Qiming's whole person began to shrink rapidly, his limbs began to deform, his arms turned into a pair of wings, his legs shortened into a pair of sharp claws, and feathers appeared on his skin, and finally, in less than a fraction of a second, a golden eagle with a wingspan of more than two meters and a length of more than one meter took his original position, and at the last moment, directly through the giant mouth of the tree bee dragon, straight into the blue sky.