"Very brave!" Bagmun cheered again.

Harry heard a terrifying rumbling scream from the Chinese fire dragon, and the audience held their breath.

"That really shows his guts—and—great, he's got the golden egg!"

The applause shattered the winter air like broken glass, and Krum was done—it would be Harry's turn at any moment.

Harry stood up, vaguely realizing that his legs seemed to be made of swamp grass.

He waited there, followed by a whistle. He walked out of the tent, the panic growing like a crescendo. Now he was walking through the woods, through a gap in the fence.

Everything he saw was like a dream of extreme color. Ever since he stepped into the place, hundreds of faces had looked down at him from the magically conjured stands. And the horn-tailed dragon, at the other end of the fence, crouched down to look at her eggs, her wings half-open, her wicked, yellowed eyes looking at Harry, the large, full-body phosphorus-flaked black scorpion, waving her spike-like tail, leaving a yard of holes in the hard ground.

There was a loud noise in the audience, but whether it was friendly or not, Harry didn't know or care.

It's time to do what he has to do. He can concentrate his mind, concentrate on that object completely, completely, completely, and feel the mark he has left on himself.

"What is he doing?" asked Hermione, nervously. "Got it and forgot how to cast a spell?"

"Don't worry, Hermione, your trust Harry still has my means. "The flames of the Hungarian horn-tailed dragon are not strong, and Harry only needs to dodge its physical attacks......"

Before Verlin could finish speaking, Harry suddenly raised his wand.

"AccioFirebolt!" shouted Harry.

He waited, every nerve in his body tensed, praying.

If that doesn't work, if the rocket crossbow doesn't come...... It was as if he was looking through a glowing, transparent barrier, like a hot mist, that caused the fence and the hundreds of faces to float strangely around him.

Then he heard the thing speeding behind him, and he turned to see his rocket crossbow crashing into the woods, whistling into the fence, stopping in mid-air beside him, waiting for his dispatch.

The crowd was even louder. Bagmun was shouting something too, but Harry's ears weren't working properly anymore, and hearing didn't matter anymore.

He straddled his broom and kicked off the ground, and a second later, the unthinkable happened.

He rose from the ground and soared into the sky, the wind whistling across his hairline, the spectator's face turning into a tiny flesh-colored bell hole below, and the horn-tailed dragon shrunk to the size of a dog, and he realized that he had not only risen from the ground, but also thrown away his fears and returned to his true place.

It's just another Quidditch match, that's all. Another Quidditch match, and the dragon was just another ugly enemy team.

Hermione screamed excitedly, it was enough to make the girl excited, it turned out that the most difficult thing to do was overcome by Harry Potter, it was enough for everyone to get excited.

Gryffindor never shy away from complimenting his own people, and Van Lin, feeling the excitement he hadn't felt in a long time, stood up and cheered for Harry like Hermione.

Malfoy, on the other hand, was still talking trash talk, but the voices were drowned out by Gryffindor's cheers.

......

Harry in the sky was calmer than ever.

He looked down at the nest of eggs and recognized the golden one.

The golden egg glows differently than other silver-gray companions, and rests firmly between the dragon's front legs.

"Alright!" Harry said to himself, "Strike at the West, let's go." ”

He dived downward. The head of the Hungarian horn-tailed dragon followed closely. He knew what the beast was trying to do, and he pulled out in time, and a flame erupted into the position where he would have reached if he hadn't dodged, so dangerous, but Harry was not afraid, it was not much harder than dodging an eagle.

"Great Scotland, he can fly!" Bagmun shouted excitedly, and the crowd screamed and gasped. "Are you watching, Mr. Krum?"

Harry spun and ascended, the trumpet-tailed dragon still in hot pursuit, its long neck twisting and twisting like a twist - if Harry continued, the dragon would definitely get dizzy - but it was better not to tease it for too long, or it would breathe fire again- Harry descended sharply as the dragon's mouth opened again, but this time he was not so lucky—though he avoided the flames, he slammed into the whip of the dragon's tail, and as he flashed to the left, a spike grazed his shoulder, tearing his robes- He felt a tingling pain and heard the screams and moans of the crowd, but the wound didn't seem to be deep.

It still doesn't look like it's enough insurance.

Harry rose into the air, and under the cover of his robes, he drank the potion that Van Lin had given him.

A cold sensation ran down his throat, and his body shivered unconsciously.

It's a familiar feeling, and that's what he did in a year.

Now he circled to the dragon's back and saw an opportunity.

The horn-tailed dragon didn't seem to want to take off, she wanted to protect her eggs too strongly. Even as she twisted and twisted, her wings spread and folded, those terrifying yellow eyes never left Harry, she was afraid to get too far away from her eggs, but he had to walk away persuasively, or he would never get a chance to get close to them.

The key is to tread carefully and seduce slowly.

He began to fly one way and the other for a while, staying out of range of the dragon's fire, but still threatening enough for the dragon's eyes to look at him.

Her head swayed, staring straight at Harry through her pupils, her fangs baring.

He flies higher.

The dragon's head then rose, and the dragon's neck was now the longest, still rocking around like a snake in front of a mage.

Harry rose a few feet, and the dragon roared.

Harry was like a fly, so annoyed that she wanted to kill, and the dragontail began to swing again, and because Harry was too tall to reach, she breathed fire into the air, but was dodged one by one.

Although it is said to have the protection of a potion of potions, it was unscathed by the flames in the frontal spray, which is strange in itself.

"Come on," Harry hissed, dodging teasingly over her head, "come on, come up and get me, now you come up." ”

Harry's hand didn't stop, and one eye curse after another struck the Hungarian horn-tailed dragon's body.

Harry's spell wasn't that powerful.

The effect of these spells on Van Lin is that it can only be harassing, but it is enough.

Interfere with eyesight and then provoke it so Harry has a chance......

Finally the dragon stood up, spreading her massive black-skinned wings, the width of a small plane—Harry swooping down.

A mouthful of flame erupted at Harry.

There is no doubt that the fire dragon was successfully enraged.

Harry frantically stood in front of him with his wand, and gently recited the incantation of the armor talisman in his mouth.

It was a modified version, Professor Snape's.

There was no doubt about the strength of his defenses, and in fact, Harry needed to make an appearance that he would be safe in the face of flames before the potions wore off.

The brilliance of the spell shattered at the touch of a button, but that was enough time, and the rocket crossbow was fast enough.

As Harimon lifted up, the rocket crossbow turned high into the air, and it seemed that Harry had noticed the wings hidden behind the flames.

"Well done, Harry!"

There was a howl of excitement coming from inside the venue.

Everyone was cheering for Harry's calmness. The Weasley brothers, in particular, were Harry's big supporters.

Van Lin held the wand in his hand, it wasn't enough to do that, the Horntail's flames weren't the most powerful.

But Harry got the effect he wanted.

The Hungarian horn-tailed dragon broke free from his chains, its wings flailing, and the dragon's speed was almost unimaginable.

It seems to have turned into a chase.

However, Harry's speed was not covered, and to be exact, the rocket crossbow did not disappoint Harry.

Van Lin had told Harry that the Eye Curse was an important distraction, and Harry had always remembered it.

Harry hovered in the sky, the Eye Curse almost draining his mana, and he had been hit by the flames several times, but thankfully the potion was powerful.

Harry seized an opportunity, and before the horn-tailed dragon could seem to turn around, Harry swooped down from the sky.

Before the dragon could figure out what he had done, and before he could find out where he had gone, Harry sprinted as fast as he could, flying towards the now lost she-dragon front paws

Egg ......

The dragon reacted, and it accelerated its dive, but Harry was faster, so to speak, and he was even crazier.

He let go of a hand and no longer grasped the rocket crossbow - he finally caught the golden egg - and with a dash, Harry quickly left.

He screamed and flew over the stands, the heavy egg sitting safely under his injured arm, as if someone had just turned on the volume – for the first time, he could clearly hear the noise of the crowd, the screams and cheers, as loud as the Irish supporters at the World Cup.

Hermione was so excited that she almost jumped up, she didn't hesitate, she just pulled Van Lin down, she wanted to celebrate her friend.

Ron's face was a little pale, but at least, Ron was following the two men.

"Look!" cried Bagmun. "Look, our youngest warrior got the golden egg the fastest! Ah, that's going to make Mr. Potter's strange behavior much less!"

Harry saw the dragon's caretaker rush to reassure the trumpet-tailed dragon, in fact, the big guy was a little miserable, and he crashed into the rock.

Also, at the exit of the fence, Professor McGonagall, Professor Moody, and Hagrid all hurried up to meet him, all waving, and the smiles on their faces were clearly visible from a distance.

He flew back to the stands, where the noise nearly punctured his eardrums, and he landed smoothly, in the lightest mood in weeks, and he passed the first mission, and he survived.

"Very good, Potter!" shouted Professor McGonagall as Harry stepped off the broomstick—quite a high estimate for her.

Harry also noticed that her hands were shaking, "You'll have to go to Ms. Pomfrey to see the injuries before the judges score them." Over there, she'd cured Diggory. ”

"Well done, Harry!" Hagrid said hoarsely. "Well done, defeat that horn-tailed dragon and everything else, and you know that Charlie said that she-dragon was the toughest thing to deal with—"

"Thanks, Hagrid. Harry shouted that he had to stop Hagrid from chattering so much that he had revealed that he had seen the real dragon beforehand to Harry.

Professor Moody also looked quite satisfied, his eyes rolling happily.

"Well done and beautiful, Potter. He growled.

"Alright, Potter, it's time to go to the emergency account, quick. Professor McConaughey said.

Harry stepped out of the fence, and in the distance, he saw Miss Pomfrey standing in the doorway of another tent, looking worried.

"Dragon!" she said with a word in a disgusted tone, pulling Harry into the account. The tent was divided into two small rooms, and through the canvas Harry recognized Cedric, who did not seem to be seriously injured, but at least could still sit.

Pomfrey examined his injuries and kept saying angrily, "Last year it was a werewolf, this year it was a dragon, what are they going to bring into the school? You are very lucky, this is just a flesh wound, but I still have to clean it before I treat it." ”

She patted the wound with some purple potion, the liquid smoking, tingling, but then Madam Pomfrey poked Harry's wound with her wand, and Harry immediately felt all right.

"Now, sit down for me for a minute, and then you can go away and listen to the score." ”

She hurried out of the tent, and Harry heard her walk to the next room, "What do you think now, Diggory?"

......

Harry didn't want to sit still, he had a lot of adrenaline in his body. He stood up and wanted to go out to see what was going on outside, but before he could reach the tent door, three men rushed in—Hermione, Van Lin, and Ron, who was close behind.

"Harry, you're so good!" Hermione screamed. She had nail marks on her face because she covered her face tightly when she was scared. "You're amazing, really!"

But Harry only looked at Ron, and Ron was pale and looked at Harry like a ghost.

"Harry," he said very seriously, "whoever puts your name in the goblet...... I...... I think they want you to compete!"

It seemed as if nothing had happened in the last few weeks - as if Harry was now meeting Ron for the first time, just after he was chosen as a Warrior.

"You're catching up, aren't you?" said Harry coldly, "It's taken you long enough. ”

Hermione stood nervously between them, looking at this and at that. Ron stopped talking.

Harry knew he wanted to apologize, and suddenly, he realized he didn't want to hear it at all.

"It's alright," Harry said, stopping Ron from what he was about to say. "Forget it. ”

"No," Ron said, "I should have been—"

"Let the past be in the past. Harry said.

This result is not difficult to accept, at least, that's what Van Lin thinks.

"How do you feel?" asked Van Lin, "I almost knocked the dragon away with a spell, and in fact, I'm scared of ......"

"The potion didn't work. Harry said, "I'm glad I'm alive. ”