367. Harry Potter and the Hungarian Tree Bee

In front of the monitor, Field patted Gore, who was shocked, and said, "I'll go out for a while." Then he ran out without waiting for the other party to agree.

Going around and around, Field finally ran into Cedric, who was holding the golden egg, in the aisle leading to the stands.

The two faced each other and laughed silently.

"Damn it, Seid, be honest when did you learn ventriloquism. Field asked, pretending to be vicious.

He wasn't hot for magical resonances and magical reverberations. He'd learned the magic resonance, and he just didn't have that much time to practice. But ventriloquism is different, after the senior brother Fu Qingcheng demonstrated it once last year, he pestered Master Yang Xiao to learn this skill, but he never learned it. Unexpectedly, Cedric, who was accompanying the practice, had already learned.

Cedric didn't speak, just stepped forward and patted Field on the shoulder, then walked around his neck to the stands.

When they walked to the stands, the entire Hogwarts students in the stands went crazy, and they crowded over and spoke loudly to Cedric. Cedric was also happy to laugh with his friends, and from time to time high-five people in celebration. Not only the Hufflepuff badgers, but also the students of the other three houses, everyone was happy for Cedric from the bottom of their hearts, because he represented the glory of Hogwarts at this moment.

On the other hand, Mrs. Diggory was receiving constant compliments from Mr. Bagman, which kept the smile on her face.

"It had to be said that it was a shocking and perfect game, and Mr. Cedric Diggory was enough to make any adult wizard look sideways. ”

"First of all, his opponent, the Black Dragon of the Hirshidi Islands, is itself an opponent that most wizards feel desperate, the black dragon's rough dragon scales can almost block most of the magic damage, and the black dragon in this competition is too tired to lie on the dragon egg and is unwilling to move, which is even more of a headache. ”

Then, Mr. Cedric Diggory cast a beautiful transfiguration charm, and although his Newfoundland Dog failed to deflect the black dragon, it must be said that the spell itself was used beautifully. ”

"The next one - it should be an illusion, it was simply eye-catching, and it perfectly achieved the purpose of luring the black dragon away. ”

"Later, although there were some accidents, the magic skills and the transfiguration that Cedric Diggory showed in the final stage were absolutely shocking, at least I had nothing to say. ”

"If there is any fly in the ointment in the whole game, it is that the game dragged on for too long, and the black dragon stepped on one of the dragon eggs because of anger when he left the dragon egg. ”

At this point, Mr. Bagman noticed that there was a broken dragon egg in the shallow pit in the field, which was presumably broken by the tired black dragon when he got up.

In the field, the staff are cleaning up the field, and the unconscious black dragon is getting out of the field, thinking that they should be grateful to Cedric, and their workload is much less at this time.

It was the judges' turn to score the players.

Madame Maxim gave 9 points, which is very reasonable, Cedric's performance on the scene was almost perfect, but the breaking of the dragon egg is a mandatory deduction item, and she gave this score very reasonable.

Mr. Barty Crouch then gave him a 7, which caused the Hogwarts students to boo him and cause Field to frown. Mr. Barty Crouch had always seemed to be impartial before, but now he seemed to be doing something inauthentic, and anyone with a discerning eye could see that Cedric's performance on the field was already amazing. This made Field wonder if his father, Mr. Diggory, had been in conflict with Crouch recently.

Subsequently, Dumbledore also gave a 9, well, Field didn't expect their headmaster to favor the warriors of his own school.

Kakaroff then unsurprisingly only gave 6 points, which diverted the target from the boos of the students at the scene.

In the end, Mr. Bagman also gave a 9, and he said that he would love to give 10, but the rules did not allow it.

Cedric received the highest score in the tournament so far, much to the delight of the Hogwarts students. After all, they still have a Warrior who hasn't played, although they don't expect much from the next one. However, after seeing the danger encountered by the warriors in the previous game, everyone who was originally a little prejudiced against Harry began to gradually change their mentality, and everyone hoped that Harry could get through the difficult situation safely, after all, they already knew what kind of dragon Harry was going to deal with.

At this time, directly above the field, on the main screen of the suspended scene, the left and right sides are displayed separately for the next game. On one side is Harry with black-rimmed glasses, and on the other is a ferocious-looking Hungarian tree bee.

"In the final match, our Warrior, Mr. Harry Potter, was the youngest Warrior of the Triwizard Tournament, at the age of 14. Mrs. Diggory introduced Harry's age, but said nothing about the rules of the competition that did not allow students under the age of seventeen to sign up.

And what he will face on the field is the Hungarian tree bee, which is 34 feet long and weighs 4.35 tons, according to the Romanian dragon field staff, the Hungarian tree bee is the most ferocious of all the fire dragons in this competition. ”

"Roar—" "Roar—" seemed to be in line with Mrs. Diggory's explanation, and in the playing field, the Hungarian tree bee, covered in black shiny scales, tilted its head and spewed flames, forcing the staff back fifty feet away.

"Oh, it's so far, and Mr. Harry Potter will have to be careful, the treebee's fire-breathing distance is no closer than the previous Chinese fireball. ”

Through the stands, Field had seen the giant Hungarian tree bee, which from a distance looked a bit like a lizard, with yellow eyes, a pair of bronze horns on its head, and almost bronze spikes protruding from its long tail.

Field sighed, "It's really like Noble!" and then he suddenly thought of the Norwegian Ridgeback that Hagrid had raised when he was in first grade. At that time, Field also used a modified magic camera to record the birth of the little dragon Norber.

Indeed, the Hungarian tree bee and the Norwegian spine are indeed very similar in appearance, except for the size, except for the size of the Norwegian spine, the Norwegian spine does not have spikes on its tail, and it has a particularly swaggering black jade spine on its back, in addition, the fangs of the Hungarian tree bee are not poisonous, while the Norwegian spine is poisonous.

On the field, the fire dragon was ready, and Mr. Bagman loudly announced the start of the game.

Field looked down at the inverted opening, which was the entrance to the warriors, where Harry's figure appeared, and he couldn't read Harry's expression because of the distance.

"Hell—" Field grumbled, then looked up and turned his gaze to the huge screen floating above the field. They were taken directly from the venue of the last Quidditch World Cup, and Field always felt that watching the live game was not as clear as watching the screen.

In the picture, Harry's face is a little dazed, and he doesn't seem to have adjusted his mentality yet.

After Harry walked out of the gap, the students in the stands shouted one after another, there were voices of encouragement, and there were also angry scoldings (from Slytherin), Field looked at Harry in the field a little nervously, he was very worried that because of his little butterfly, Harry had something wrong in the game, and four years of acquaintance had made the two friends.

Harry stood quietly at the entrance, looking at the tree bee standing at the other end, and the nest of dragon eggs of the same color as the concrete. Then he took a deep breath and began to distract himself from distractions and concentrate.

Seeing its opponent, the Dryad slowly crouched down, guarding its nest of eggs, and gathered its wide wings, its snake-like yellow pupils focusing on Harry's wand.

"Firebolts are flying!" Harry suddenly shouted.

The firebolt seemed to be far away in the castle on the other side of the Forbidden Forest, and it would take some time to fly over, which made Field in the audience hammer his head: "Stupid, why didn't he think of bringing the firebolt to Hermione." ”

At this time, the tree bee seemed to be enraged by Harry's shout, and let out a loud roar.

"Whoosh-" The sound of the broom breaking through the air came from outside the arena, and everyone in the audience looked at the broom that was flying quickly, and then began to cheer, as if everyone had already thought of what Harry was about to use.

The firebolt flew swiftly into the arena, coming to a steady halt in mid-air beside Harry, waiting for him to step on.

"Pretty Flying Charm—" Mr. Bagman shouted excitedly, stirring the emotions of all the audience in the audience

。 In the middle of the crowd, Field felt as if he had a giant tweeter in his ears. He heard the cheers of Ernie and Justin not far away, who seemed to have forgotten that they were wearing the badge of 'Potter stinks' not long ago. He heard Rolf's shout, and it was hard to imagine that Rolf, who had always been silent and reserved, was so excited now. He heard many familiar voices, everyone was cheering and shouting, and suddenly a burst of heat and blood suddenly appeared in his heart. He wanted to scream, he wanted to release the depression in his heart, so he separated his sanity and cheered for Harry in the arena like a normal spectator, shouting, and it felt like watching a game live.

Harry in the arena was unaffected by the noise in the audience, he raised his leg and stepped onto the broomstick, kicked the ground, and flew into the air.

The moment he took off, the roaring wasp on the opposite side spewed a huge burst of fire in Harry's direction, but it was dodged by the extremely fast fire bolts.

Around the field, five winged magic cameras were aimed at Harry, who was hovering up at speed. Harry, who had sat on the firebolt, was now alive. On the main screen, Harry leaps into the air above the audience, the wind blowing his hair and a confident smile on his face. Field knew that Harry had treated the match as a Quidditch match in a different situation the moment he sat on the firebow bolt, and that Harry would be at home in the Quidditch arena.

On the playing field, the tree wasp took a few steps closer to the shallow pit where the dragon's egg was placed, but did not take off to catch up with Harry in the air. Field looked up at Harry, the size of an ant in the air, and Harry seemed to realize that he wasn't distracting the dragon, so he swooped down.

On the ground, the head of the tree wasp bobbed in the direction of Harry's swoop. Harry knew what to do with the Tree Wasp's actions. He stopped the dive just in time, and then took control of the fire bolt and leaped up.

The enraged wasp spewed dragon breath at the swooping Harry, at least fifty feet away, and if Harry hadn't stopped diving, he must have been sprayed.

There was a loud exclamation from the audience, and Field felt his ears swell a little. However, he was not worried about Harry in the air, and in the previous days of assault training, Field and Hermione had instilled a lot of knowledge about the dragon in Harry, believing that Harry now only needed to see the preparation of the tree wasp to know what it was going to do next.

"Oh my God, he can fly!" shouted Bagman, who was screaming and gasping for breath, "did you see that? Mr. Krum? Maybe Mr. Potter will play for England at the Quidditch World Cup in the future, maybe you'll meet in the final." ”

Mr. Bagman joked what he thought was funny, but no one in the room could laugh.

Harry came to an abrupt halt and continued to hover higher and higher, and it seemed that he wanted to dive again. On the ground, the treebee's gaze still followed him, its head spinning around its long neck, and Field felt that if Harry kept circling like this, the treebee would definitely be fainted, provided of course you don't push the drybee too hard, otherwise it will breathe fire again-

Harry held a firebolt in one hand and a wand in the other, keeping his eyes on the head of the wasp below.

As the drybee opened its mouth in frustration, Harry controlled the fire bolt to descend suddenly.

The flames of the tree bee burst into flames, and Harry made a nice stop, then made an arc around the flames. Field remembers that it seemed to be a Quidditch move, as if it was called 'Thomas Roundabout' or something.

"Oh, Merlin is up-" Mr. Bagman exclaimed, as Harry had dodged the flames and turned to the left, the tree wasp flicked its thorny tail and slammed it at Harry. Harry's reaction was quick, and he dodged a sideways dodge the dragon's head-to-face volley, only to be plunged into the shoulder by a long spike thrown from its tail.

On the main screen, Harry just frowned, and then began to hover into the air again.

This time, Harry flew higher, and Field in the audience saw Harry almost above the clouds.

The Hungarian Tree Wasp, which had been spending most of its energy protecting the dragon eggs, was still staring at Harry with a pair of terrifying yellow eyes, its neck fully straightened and still swaying from side to side as Harry flew higher and higher. This reminds one of the snakes in the hands of the snake charmers of India.

Harry continued to climb altitude, and now he was about the size of a needle in the eyes of the tree wasp. Harry's form finally disappeared into the clouds.

Losing sight of its target, the tree wasp let out an angry roar. The pesky 'fly' disappeared after playing with himself.

Just as the Tree Hornet was about to turn to examine his egg, Harry's figure appeared beneath the clouds. And so, the dragon roared and spewed flames into the sky, and frustrated its tail in frustration.

But Harry was flying so high that the flames couldn't reach him, let alone its tail.

Harry walked in and out of the clouds, swooping down from time to time, circling around the tree wasp and giving it a look.

Eventually, his provocation worked, and the treebee stood up, its large, black, gnarled wings fully extended, with a wingspan of at least thirty-five feet, looking like a small airplane. The dragon kicked its hind legs violently, and flapped its wings, ready to soar into the sky and bite the little man to death.

Just as the Tree Wasp was in the air, Harry immediately dived down, and before the dragon could react, Harry, who was diving at full speed, had already bypassed the Tree Bee, which had just been steadily balanced in mid-air, and rushed to the ground, rushing towards the nest of eggs.

The tree bee roared in horror, and strained to turn its head to look at Harry as he swooped. At this moment, Harry let go of the hand that was holding the firebolt, and scooped up the golden egg in one hand as he skimmed the shallow pit.

"Roar—" The Tree Wasp roared, then flapped its wings and charged towards Harry. Harry, who had already obtained the golden egg, soared into the air with a swish, dodging the impact of the tree bee in reverse.

Watching Harry fly away, the tree bee was not reconciled, and it also forcibly reversed direction in the air, aiming its head at Harry in the distance.

At this time, Harry, who was holding the golden egg, quietly glanced back at the fire dragon, and from its slightly lowered jaw, he immediately judged that the fire dragon was ready to breathe fire. At this moment, Harry almost instinctively drew his wand and pointed it at the fire dragon behind him, and then he felt the arm holding his wand start to heat hot, and the magic power in his whole body seemed to rush to the wand in his hand.

"Bang-" There was a muffled sound, and the tip of Harry's wand erupted into a massive white mass that flew towards the dragon's open mouth. The white object flew into the treebee's throat just as it was ready to spew flames.

"Whew-" The imaginary flames didn't appear, but instead a huge bubble blew out of the treebee's toothy dragon's mouth, as if it had just eaten a bubble gum.

"Smack-" The bubble rose to the limit and burst, and the slimy white bubble suddenly wrapped the head of the tree bee in its entirety, and the tree bee, which had lost its sight, crashed into a pile of rocks in a panic and fell into a rolling gourd.

"Hahahaha-" The students burst into laughter from the audience.

Field also cracked his mouth and smiled proudly, because this spell was actually invented by him, and it was the only original spell he had created over the years, and he had been forcing Harry to practice desperately for the first two days.

When he was in first grade, he used a Transfiguration Charm to conjure slime to kill a troll, which gave him the idea of inventing a similar spell. Unlike using a Transfiguration Charm to create a glue, this is a single-action spell. The main role is to deal with many large magical creatures, and the fire dragon happens to be completely restrained by this spell, and no matter what kind of fire dragon it is.

Field calls this spell the Sticky Charm, the glue emitted by this spell has a very strong sticky force, once shot, like a fire dragon or other magical creatures that do not have front paws to peel off the viscose, it is very likely to pose a huge threat to them, for the specific effect, please refer to the Hungarian tree wasp on the playing field that is about to suffocate with its head covered in sticky. Dragons are generally large in size (with the exception of the Peruvian Poison Fangs) and can have a huge impact on their movements if they are hit by a sticky spell in places like their heads, wings, or joints, and if it is their throat and eyes, they are almost certain to win.

In fact, the effect of this spell can be imitated with a transformation charm, but in that case, the difficulty of casting the spell will be greatly increased, and Field feels that if it is Cedric, there will be no problem, but if it is replaced by Harry, Field does not think that he can master it in just two days before the game, and it is much easier to change to this sticky charm. (Harry would have protested strongly if he had known what Field was thinking at this point, as he was in a mess when he got the twelve-page spell model and magic formula containing the sticky spell.) Eventually, he was able to master the spell, and he felt grateful to Hermione for constantly whispering in his ear, 'If you don't want to be dragon dung, you have to learn it.' ’）

In the audience, the students let out deafening cheers and applause.

Harry calmly landed in front of the stone gate, dragged the broom, and carried the golden egg into the stone gate. Behind him are dragon trainers rushing into the arena and starting to deal with the desperately tumbling and somewhat suffocating Hungarian tree wasps.