Compared to the light-heartedness on Maca's side, Harry's situation was a little worse.

First of all, one thing must be understood - most dragons like heights, and Harry's goal is the highest point in the field.

Around that peak, there were at least three fiery dragons hovering continuously. Although Harry's ability to wield broomsticks is getting higher and higher, there are also crises at the moment.

A fiery dragon spewed flames behind him, looking like he couldn't catch up and wouldn't give up; There are also two fire dragons hovering in the sky, eyeing each other.

What if Harry's draw was "both unfortunate and challenging"?

I saw that his legs were tightly clamped on the broom handle, and he lowered his body and flew at high speed, but the speed was not mentioned as the fastest. Because, under the chase of the fire dragon behind him, he had to dodge every flame dragon breath in time, and in this case, agility and speed were obviously equally important.

The wizard's robes rattled in the wind, and his black hair fluttered in the wind, revealing the iconic lightning scar on Harry's forehead.

The crowd was eagerly watching Harry's side, after all, of all the warriors in the room, Harry was the most exciting and at the same time the most nervous.

With each of Harry's tumbles and change direction, everyone couldn't help but let out a burst of exclamation. On several occasions, the corners of Harry's clothes were brushed to the edge by the flames, and it was almost a dangerous situation.

But Harry always avoided it at the most critical moment, gritting his teeth and keeping an eye on everything around him.

He was truly a true Gryffindor, heroic, fearless, adventurous, and in the face of danger, he forgot all his nervousness and insecurities and grew through the experience.

"It's really worthy of the new generation of the Lion King of Gryffindor House, rowing without oars......"

At this moment, the vast majority of the audience was focused on Harry and the fire dragon, and only a few people accidentally caught a glimpse of the fact that Maca had sneaked up on a small grove of trees under the central peak at some point.

And in the clearing in front of the woods, Hermione was hiding in the shadow of a giant rock, staring up at her good friend Harry in the distance with a worried expression.

Although Maca didn't know why Hermione had been staring at Harry all the time, he had a little realization in the general direction.

He subconsciously glanced in the direction where the dragon lion was, and said secretly in his heart: "Dumbledore's actions are fast this time, it seems that the plan is about to start officially......"

Just as Maca was thinking, the audience suddenly erupted into a jumble of shouts, pulling him back to reality from his heavy distraction.

He immediately controlled the levitation charm into the air, and his gaze was rightfully on the position of the dragon lion.

It's gone!

The lawn was empty at the moment, except for a flattened patch of grass that proved that there was indeed a behemoth who had enjoyed a sweet nap here.

Where did it go?

Maca stepped on the stone and flew up, her eyes moving rapidly, and soon she saw the dragon lion covered in conspicuous fiery red scales.

At the same time, a girl's scream reached Maca's ears.

It must have been Fleur's scream, but of course, it could only be her—because the other girl was still in the direction behind Maca!

If it was other fire dragons, Maca naturally didn't bother to care, and if that Meiwa hybrid encountered mortal danger, the rescue team would arrive immediately.

But if the dragon and lion suddenly attacked, the meaning would be completely different.

At this time, Maca had already squatted down on the stones, leaning forward in order to maintain her balance more steadily while speeding up.

It didn't take long for him to see Fleur running desperately.

And right behind her, the dragon lion was spreading its wings, gliding almost against the ground, the lion-like dragon head was extremely hideous, the mouth was full of smoke, and the corners of the mouth faintly brought out a few traces of sparks.

The distance between it and Fleur was rapidly shrinking, and the latter was soon to be caught up.

Maca noticed that the dragon lion's eyes had been occupied by an eerie black, and as it swept through the air, two long black gases dragged out.

He was all too familiar with this kind of black gas - Voldemort had indeed already started to do it!

"Get down!"

Maca shouted at the running Fleur, and then stopped paying attention to whether she did or not, and drew his wand in a series of red flames, predicting the direction of the dragon lion's flight and rushing away.

The string of fire accurately hit the dragon lion's strong body, and although it interrupted its intention to spew dragon breath, it only made it roar sideways for a short distance. Once it flapped its wings and kept its balance, it roared and changed its target, slamming towards Maka's side.

It was just an ordinary silent stun spell, and of course it wouldn't hurt a fire dragon in any way. What's more, the fire dragon in front of him is obviously extraordinary.

But that's what Marka wants, all he wants is to attract the other person's attention!

When he saw the dragon lion charging at him, he immediately turned around and fled back, heading for the mountain in the middle of the field, where Harry and Hermione were.

Closer, closer! But Maca was about to be caught up by the dragon and lion behind her!

At that moment, another cloud of mist exploded at the tip of Maca's staff, spreading through the air. The dragon and lion that kept chasing each other recklessly plunged into the gray mist, and the huge dragon wings stirred the gray mist, and soon rushed straight out from the other end.

But Maca was gone.

The dragon lion let out a furious dragon roar in a frenzy, and naturally locked his eyes on Harry in mid-air.

"Roar--"

It seemed to be incredibly powerful, and in one fell swoop it smashed away from the Hungarian tree wasp that had been following Harry, and then flapped its wings and accelerated towards Harry.

Now, the vast majority of the audience had already seen the anomaly of this dragon lion, and they looked at Harry in the air with anxiety, and they forgot to blink their eyes.

But in the middle of the high wall that was the auditorium, Dumbledore just calmly watched what was happening in front of him, and he even ignored Professor McGonagall's constant persuasion, and his eyes shone with wisdom.

Faintly, a vague anticipation crept over Dumbledore's wrinkled face. And his gaze was actually on Hermione at the foot of the mountain.

It was the moment Dumbledore looked at Hermione that Harry, who was trying his best to avoid the dragon and lion's pursuit, suddenly flicked the broom handle to the lower left, spun down, and swooped down at a very fast speed towards Hermione's location.

"The Sorting Hat is flying!"

Hermione burst out of the shadows behind the rocks, and with a flick of her wand, the already prepared Flying Charm was pronounced accurately.

It takes time to summon items, but it only takes a few seconds to get here from Hogwarts Castle. In the moments when Harry swooped down, a strange scream flew from far and near, all the way from the sidelines to Hermione's hands.

"Damn it! It must have been more than two hundred years! I must have not flown like this in over 200 years! It's all to blame on those fools who call themselves 'Calling the Night', they have nothing to invent any flying spells! Once is not enough, come a second time! Don't let the hat live? Damn, which fool is it this time......"

With a barrage of curses, a patched, dirty old wizard's hat cut through the air in a graceful arc and landed accurately in Hermione's hand.

“…… What's going on? It's you! The folds on the spire of the Sorting Hat snapped one by one, and he cried out, "I want to think about it...... Hermione Granger, yes...... Oh, what are you going to do? ”

Before it could finish speaking, Hermione reached into her hat.

"Hey! I said, what are you looking for? The Sorting Hat screamed, "Don't dig into it, tickle!" ”

"Gryffindor Sword!" Hermione looked up at Harry, who was about to rush in front of her, and shouted anxiously.

"Say it earlier!"

Before the Sorting Hat could finish speaking, Hermione suddenly felt a hard touch in her palm, and she hurriedly grabbed it, then jerked it out.

Suddenly, under the illumination of the sun, a cold light flashed in front of everyone's eyes, and the exquisite sword body was as smooth as new, like a mirror light that could be recognized; A crimson gemstone sparkles at the end of the hilt, accentuating the fine carvings of the handshake.

But Hermione didn't even bother to look at it, she tossed the Sorting Hat aside, and threw her sword with all the strength of her body.

"Harry, catch!"

The sword spun in the air, and the cold sword light flickered with the rotation of the sword body, making people want to take a few more looks.

Harry, meanwhile, jerked the broomstick handle - he had to stop himself before he could catch the Gryffindor sword, or he would be a lump of fresh meat as he shot straight to the ground.

Dive stops are something every Quidditch Seeker practice, but no one has ever tried to dive at full speed at such a high altitude, and Harry certainly hasn't tried it.

But he knew that if he wanted not to get hurt, he had to leave enough distance to brake.

"Just a little bit!"

Harry, who had just stopped his dive at a low altitude, stretched his right hand straight forward. His height above the ground was low enough, but the lateral distance was only a few inches away!

He saw that his fingers had touched the hilt of the Gryffindor sword, but that meant that he couldn't grasp it anymore. And just above Harry's head, the distance between the dragon lion, who had lost his mind, and him was not enough for him to try again......

Just as Harry was so anxious that he almost cried out, somehow the hilt of the sword moved into his hand out of thin air - he held it!