Chapter 422 Hungarian Tree Bee

Fleur's spell worked, surprisingly well, her spell drew out the intense tiredness and drowsiness of the dragon itself, as well as the potion in its body. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

The fire dragon fell asleep, it even snored, and it slept soundly.

This image made George a little helpless, and he knew that Harry was ready to sleep with him.

These controlled fire dragons did not exert their true strength at all, for such fire dragons, it was the direct sleep spell that could exert the best effect, and perhaps the winner of this game would be Fleur.

George saw that Fleur was lightly getting the dragon egg from under the fire dragon, and she quickly stepped back.

She was careless, the plan was a little too smooth, it was unimaginably smooth, maybe she was surprised, she took the dragon egg and quickly retreated, but she didn't expect the fire dragon to suddenly snort. A burst of flame erupted and set her clothes on fire.

Although Fleur was careless, her response was still George's admiration, she didn't yell like a little girl, and she didn't rush around.

She held the dragon egg in one hand, and the hand holding her wand transformed into a clear spring, and water gushed out of her wand, extinguishing the flames on her.

Just like Cedric, she got the dragon egg and walked to the fence without any problems. Handing the dragon egg to the staff, she was also taken down.

The classmates continued to cheer for this amazing girl, shouting her name loudly.

Madame Maxime looked triumphantly at the others, as if to remind them that this was her student, a student who had excelled and looked just as good.

Next came the scoring session, and Mrs. Maxim gave her outstanding students a score of 10 without any suspense.

In addition to Professor Karkaroff, the other professors also gave Fleur a good score.

"Next up is Mr. Krum!" Bagman shouted.

When he came out of the tent, Krum looked a little listless, shrugging his shoulders and grim face.

Looking at his indifferent appearance, George was a little curious about what kind of state Krum would show.

He's the best chaser at the Quidditch World Cup and he's seen enough big scenes. The on-the-spot reaction also seems to be good, and maybe it can show a different state.

What happened next gave George a surprise, but Krum was calm enough not to be nervous at all. At least mentally, Krum, who has experienced many major tournaments, is better than anyone else.

But his mental qualities seem to be too good. I don't know if it's Durmstrand's tradition, or the way they teach, or if it's simply Krum's own personality at fault.

When Krum came on, he didn't have any expression, he didn't have any tactics. He grinned like this, and walked directly towards the fire dragon.

At least his movements and skills were still very agile, and he nimbly dodged several flames from the fire dragon, getting closer and closer to the fire dragon.

The fire dragon seemed very irritable, and the flies in front of him, although weak, were flexible enough, and the flames were dodged again and again. This provocation stimulated the fire dragon to spew more flames.

In a fire-breathing space, Krum was close enough to the dragon. He is like every Quidditch match, and no flaws or gaps can escape his eyes.

His wand shot out a white light that pierced the dragon's eyes.

The fire dragon howled in pain and roared angrily, and the flames flew around like bombs, almost flying into the stands. George had already pulled out his wand to prevent the mad dragon from spraying in the wrong place.

"Oh, that's an amazing move, I don't know what to say about him. Bagman, the host, said with surprise in his tone.

Krum's game ended in a special format, and he showed enough bravery, enough to be amazing enough. But he didn't have to think about those dragon eggs, the crazy fire dragon had already trampled all the dragon eggs in the process of struggling and trampling on them.

"Should I say that Quidditch is a game of savages?" George couldn't help but complain, "If he was facing a fire dragon in full state in the wild, such a move would have prepared for his own funeral." ”

Krum's astonishing actions stunned the crowd and even forgot to cheer and applaud until he was taken off the field.

The dragon was replaced by a Hungarian tree bee, a hideous dragon covered in black scales, bronze horns, and a long tail covered with bronze spikes. It was more ferocious and dangerous than the three dragons that had preceded it, and its flames could spew fifty feet.

"The final contestant was Harry Potter. Bagman exclaimed.

The last contestant in the tent stepped out, and Harry stepped out of the tent with a determined stride.

"If nothing else.," George looked at the Hungarian tree peak, and anger rose in his heart again, "It's really an accident...."

Compared to the other three drugged and restrained dragons, this Hungarian Tree Bee is noticeably more nimble and irritable.

Perhaps others will only feel that this is because the fire dragon itself is more dangerous. But George could see that the fire dragon was obviously unrestrained, and that it was a wild dragon in its almost complete state.

"Who's doing all this? George couldn't help but wonder who was secretly working on the fire dragon under the care of someone from the Ministry of Magic.

Before he could come up with a reason, Harry had already stepped into the stands, and like Cedric, he bowed down, lowering his presence.

Of course, this is completely useless, the Hungarian tree bee has amazing eyesight, and it can see the running creatures from hundreds of feet away, let alone just across the field.

But with the next action, this low body becomes meaningful.

The Hungarian Tree Bee spewed a flame that exploded in front of Harry, and with a bang, smoke billowed and Harry disappeared into the explosion.

There was all sorts of shouting from the stands.

"Harry was burned to ashes. Neville burst into tears.

"Potter is going to be burned to ashes?"

The Slytherin students couldn't believe their eyes, this was too easy, was it time for them to celebrate?

It didn't take long for them to learn that Potter wasn't dying that easily.

Harry disappeared into the Colosseum.

Immediately, one hyena after another, emerged from the dirt. The hyenas ran around the dragon, even baring their hips, wagging their tails, defiantly.

The dragon had never encountered such rampant food, and it immediately forgot about the little bean that had been burned to ashes by itself, and sprayed more flames at the creatures that provoked it.

The Hungarian tree bee has a flamethrow of more than fifty feet. The furious dragon spewed out pillars of fire, burning all the creatures that challenged it to the dust.

(To be continued.) )