The sword is already in hand, so what else is there to say?

Harry flicked the handle of his broom again, and when he turned around, the Gryffindor sword in his hand glittering in the sunlight.

The dragon and lion were right in front of him, its massive body obscuring Harry's vision. At this time, in his eyes, he could no longer see anything except the crimson dragon scales.

At this moment, Harry took his talent as a Seeker to the extreme! The broomstick seemed to come alive under his control, carrying its owner around the bite of the dragon lion, almost grazing the scales under its neck.

Harry's eyes were sharp, and he quickly swung the sword in his hand, and the blade, which was not too sharp, exploded with astonishing power in his hand.

In an instant, the scales on the dragon lion's neck were like butter, and the Gryffindor sword easily broke through the defense, and even the neck was cut in half!

In the next second, the warm dragon's blood sprayed out as if it didn't want money.

"Boom!"

The lion's body lost its strength and landed heavily on the ground with the inertia of a swoop, plowing the ground into a deep ravine.

The audience was in a state of flux, a few of them feeling uncomfortable with the spectacle, but most of them were cheering for Harry's bravery.

A true dragon slayer warrior is born!

Although no wizard has long since pursued dragon slaying, and the fire dragon has long become one of the magical creatures in captivity of wizards, the power of the fire dragon is still recognized in the world.

However, it doesn't seem to end there.

I don't know what happened to Harry, but in the midst of the laughter and laughter of the audience, he did something that no one expected!

"Drink"

Harry's eyes were red, and he let out a wild roar, turning his broom around and charging towards the dragon lion on the ground again.

The sword light flashed several times, only to hear a soft "click", and the dragon's head was completely cut off. Hot dragon blood continued to flow from the flat fracture, and the shocking bright red quickly spread.

But Harry still didn't seem to stop, he took the Gryffindor sword, and kept swinging, falling, and swinging again, and the dragon's blood splashed again and again, inevitably spilling on his face and body.

The audience's boiling blood cooled down with the spilled dragon blood, and everyone looked at Harry in the stadium blankly, all dumbfounded.

What's wrong with him?

Just as everyone was so surprised that they couldn't close their mouths, a beam of red ** force shot from Harry's side, knocking him down easily.

The Gryffindor sword in his hand flew out of his hand, and then slammed diagonally into the ground with a "swish". It can be seen that even though there was so much dragon blood splashing everywhere just now, the sword body of the sword was not stained with a single star, and it was as clean as new.

"Harry...... What's wrong? ”

When the dragon and lion landed just now, Maca had already pulled Hermione to her side, saving her from the tragic end of being crushed into a patty by that huge body.

"I want to know what's wrong, too."

Maca withdrew her wand into her sleeve and frowned and walked over there. As he passed the Sorting Hat, he picked it up.

"Do you know what's going on?" Maca asked casually.

"Finally someone remembered the hat, and the poor hat had enough on the ground...... Oh? You are Macka McKellen...... I remember you! Yes, remember very clearly! The Sorting Hat exclaimed, "Have you seen that silly bird?" ”

"Answer my question first." Maca flicked her hat and asked again, "What was going on just now?" ”

"Don't shake! Don't shake it......" the Sorting Hat said hurriedly, "Just now?" You mean that...... Well...... Harry potter? Oh, yes...... I don't know, but ......"

"But what?"

"I've seen something like it...... though," the Sorting Hat seemed to recall, "I remember when Godric and Salazar were still in the castle...... You may know that the two of them always like to fight loudly, and they are like children when they are so big! Well...... Speaking of which, Godric never wore a hat well, he always hung me on his back and dangled when he walked......"

“…… Talk about the point. Maca couldn't help but flick her hat again, interrupting its nagging.

"Alright! Isn't that almost to the point...... One day, Salazar's snake was taken by Godric to make Helga stew, and the two of them fought again. But that time was different from usual, Godric was endless, and the attack was heavy. Salazar was also beaten out of his temper, and these two guys broke the ceiling of the castle auditorium! ”

"It wasn't until Rowena came over, I don't know what method I used, that I separated the two of them."

Maca listened intently, but the Sorting Hat stopped in the middle of speaking.

"And then?"

Noticing that Harry had scrambled to his feet, and that the rescue team had been around Harry, he turned his attention back to the Sorting Hat.

"And then? It's gone...... Didn't I just say it, and I don't know...... Ouch, don't shake it......"

Ignoring the Sorting Hat, Maca glanced at Harry from a distance, then walked briskly towards the Gryffindor sword stuck diagonally on the ground.

However, when he grasped the hilt of the sword and tried to pull it out, the sword did not move.

"Could this thing really be a sword in the stone?" Maca grinned.

"Sword in the stone? Of course not! The Sorting Hat exclaimed exaggeratedly, "How can that stupid sword compare to this one!" It's a but"

"What is it?" Seeing that it was silent in the middle of speaking, Maca habitually shook it again.

"Don't shake! Don't dangle anymore...... You can't say ...... Sorting Hat no matter how you shake," the Sorting Hat screamed, "remember what I said when I gave you the Sorting House?" This sword is destined to have nothing to do with you! ”

"Okay, okay......"

Maca shook her head and tossed the Sorting Hat in her hand. In the midst of the hat's babbling scolding, it landed in Hermione's hands, who had just walked to the side.

"In terms of rudeness, you're a match for Godric!" The Sorting Hat shouted at the top of his voice, "Remember, you'll always know when you need to!" When the time comes, ask the stupid bird yourself! ”

Ever since Harry had been knocked down by Maca, he seemed to be back in shape. At this time, he was looking at the corpse of the fire dragon with a complicated expression, and his heart was already in chaos.

Today's plans seem wonderful, but they are all predetermined by others. Harry wasn't overjoyed that he had actually killed a dragon.

On the contrary, he himself remembers the last ten seconds of madness very clearly. He could even clearly recall the almost overflowing obsession in his heart when he raised his sword and slashed the fire dragon just now.

It was so pleasant that he still felt the urge to regain his grip on the hilt of his sword when he thought about it, but the feeling of not being able to help himself also made him feel strongly uneasy.

Around Harry in a daze, the rescue team didn't come over to talk to him. They hadn't come here because of Harry, but to drag back the body of the dragon lion in front of them.

Under Bagman's questioning, all members of the referee team unanimously stated that the match would continue as normal.

Over the next few days, Hermione stepped forward and spoke to Harry. Harry looked better, and he stepped on his broomstick and sped towards the summit again.

Hermione, on the other hand, easily pulled out the Gryffindor sword and sent it back to the hole under the Sorting Hat.

Then, she walked briskly towards a yew forest in the distance.

The magic hourglass that timed the race was still leaking sand down, and when the last grain of sand quietly settled, the first event of the Triwizard Tournament was finally over.

“…… Ok ok! Let's see...... Still ladies first! Bagman said aloud, "Miss Fleur Delacul, the warrior of Beauxbatons School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, it only took about three-eighths of an hourglass to find the box that belonged to her!" ”

Beauxbatons' teachers and students immediately applauded neatly, and they were all delighted for Fleur.

In fact, just after Maca lured the dragon lion away, Fleur ran blindly along the river, and who knew that she would find her!

"Then there's Miss Hermione Granger, the warrior of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, she's taken a little longer, but she's doing well five eighths of an hourglass time!"

The students at Hogwarts also applauded vigorously, and although most of the little snakes were perfunctory, the numerical advantage remained, and the applause was much more enthusiastic than Beauxbatons.

"Harry Potter, the same Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry!" Bagman paused, then said in a loud voice, "Just half of the hourglass time!" ”

"Finally, the Warrior of Durmstrang Academy, Marka McLean! One-sixteenth hourglass time! You heard it right, it only took him one-sixteenth of an hourglass's time! ”

To be honest, the hollow rock where Maca's box was located was craggy and everyone couldn't see it very clearly. In addition, Maca deliberately hid it, and most people didn't notice that he had already taken the box.

"Of course! You have to pay attention! "It's not just time that determines the score, the judges will also determine each warrior's score based on their performance!" ”

"Now, please go to the first-aid tent to check your physical condition, and take a break by the way, the referees are already carefully considering your scores, presumably ......"

Bagman continued as the four warriors led Madam Pomfrey made their way to the emergency tent outside the wall.

But when they had been in the tent for a short time, Harry and the others saw Ron come in with heavy footsteps. His face was frighteningly white, and he stood at the mouth of the tent staring at Harry as if he were looking at a ghost.

Harry...... You...... You okay? ”