Since Halloween, after being chosen as the second Warrior of Hogwarts, the panic, anxiety, and apprehension that have been all the time finally reached its peak at the moment of meeting the fire dragon. Hermione hid behind the bushes, staring at the restless 'Behemoth', and if it weren't for Madame Maxim a few steps away, she might have screamed until she fainted.

After Professor Bryan left, Hermione quickly left.

To avoid the embarrassment of her and Professor Bryan colliding in the hallway, Hermione ran as fast as she could. She scrambled back along the path Hagrid had brought her from, the stamina and acumen she had developed in gym class prevented the vines and potholes along her path from hindering her, and time was moving forward in a very strange way, as if in the blink of an eye, she had returned to the castle.

When she rushed out of the Forbidden Forest and the edge of the school grounds, Hermione put on the invisibility cloak again, and then, she realized that her robe was mostly wet with dew during the process of traveling through the Forbidden Forest just now, and after walking out of the Forbidden Forest, the sound of the wind became real, and Hermione felt as if there were countless knives cutting through her body, cold and painful.

Getting her clothes dry couldn't have been easier, she had done it easily since she was in her second year, but Hermione had let her clothes get wet and let herself suffer a little.

She didn't know why she was doing it, and maybe the pain felt real to her.

The closer she got to the castle, Hermione felt her consciousness become clearer, unlike when she first saw the dragon and walked through the woods, as if a balloon cannon had wrapped her, everything around her was hazy, dreamy and unreal.

Hermione somehow remembered Hagrid as she stepped up the moving stairs from the side of the foyer, and after getting up close and personal with an adult fire dragon, Hermione felt even more incredulous that Hagrid could actually keep a fire dragon in her dreams, but she had to admit that she was especially grateful to Hagrid for taking the risk to show her first.

If she had waited until the day of the first event to know she was dealing with a fifty-foot-tall fiery dragon covered in scales and spikes, she might have fainted.

"Nonsense!"

Hermione's voice tightened, and she gasped and said to the fat lady, who was snoring in the frame at the entrance of the portrait hole.

"Since you say so--"

The fat lady muttered half-asleep, and without even opening her eyes, she opened the portrait and let him pass. Hermione climbed in, looked left and right, and--

"Here--"

Harry jumped up from the couch in front of the fireplace and waved at her.

It was a good saying that pain was true, and it wasn't until she got close to the fireplace that there was a small fire that Hermione realized that she was choking on the cold, and she touched her face, feeling that she could no longer control her expression, and that her long eyelashes were covered with frost.

Harry hurriedly brought a bundle of pine wood from the side and stuffed it all into the fireplace, which caused the cluster of flames in the fireplace to be severely damaged, so Harry took out his wand and made a flame, and when the fireplace was burning, Harry turned his head, and Hermione had already used his wand to dry himself up.

"Tell me, Hermione, what did you see!"

Harry asked nervously, Hagrid had told them yesterday that he was going to take them to the world tonight, and asked them to bring the invisibility cloak, but considering that it was more convenient for a person to move in the invisibility cloak, Harry voluntarily gave up the opportunity.

Judging by Hermione's expression, he could probably guess that the first item he would have to deal with would definitely not be Hagrid's fried tail snails, something that would only be simply disgusting, he asked urgently.

So Hermione told Harry what she had seen tonight, and she told Harry that Hagrid had not only taken her with her, but that he had brought Lady Maxim with him, and together they had traveled through the Forbidden Forest to a far distance from the castle, and there she had met Professor Brian and Charlie, and—

"Fire Dragon."

Hermione shuddered slightly, even though the fireplace was releasing warm currents wave after wave, but Hermione's fingertips were still pale and trembling slightly,

"There are four of them, the Welsh Green Dragon, the Swiss Short-nosed Dragon, the Chinese Fireball, and the Hungarian Tree Wasp.," I heard Charlie say when Hagrid asked.

Harry was stunned as a suffocating silence descended.

Ever since Krum reminded them in the library that they could find inspiration in the previous Triwizard Tournament competitions, Harry accompanied Hermione to dig through a lot of information in the library, and in private, they also had a lot of discussions about what dangerous magical creatures and dark creatures might appear.

Hermione, in particular, had interrupted all her over-the-top studies and devoted her energy to researching materials. She could vividly remember that she had mentioned the dragon in at least three of her books, after all, this creature was not particularly mysterious, and the dragon skin protective gloves were not an unusual thing among young wizards.

But

Harry and Hermione stared at each other on the couch by the fireplace, and the atmosphere was very dreary.

"Them." Harry's throat tightened, and his head felt buzzing, so it wasn't hard for him to guess what Hermione's mood was right now, "What are they going to do with the Warriors. Fight the fire dragon, and then, unload the fire dragon into eight pieces or be dismantled by the fire dragon in eight pieces? ”

Harry wanted to tell a joke to calm Hermione down, but his joke was undoubtedly terrible, as Hermione was one of those who were about to be dismantled.

Hagrid asked Charlie the same thing—"

I don't know if it's because of the cold, but Hermione is now starting to feel like her head hurts so badly that her brain isn't as bright as usual.

"Charlie doesn't know, maybe the Ministry of Magic won't announce it until the game starts, but Charlie said that the ones sent are all female dragons who are holding and hatching eggs-"

Harry pursed his lips tightly, his face flushed and suffocated.

Do you still need to guess?

Snatching the eggs of these she-dragons is what the warriors are likely to do!

Harry had never seen the state of the dragon that hatched the eggs, and the dragon itself was desperate enough, but when Harry was at Dursley, he had seen what Dudley's good friend Peel's dog looked like when he gave birth, and Dudley was not persuaded to provoke it, and then he was bitten by the usually obedient dog, and Dudley received several stitches for it.

Things have reached this point, there is no possibility of retreat, they can only face it.

Time flew by, and in the blink of an eye, a few more days passed, during which Hermione and Harry had been searching for tips on how to deal with the dragon, they would stay in the library every night until the lights went out, and then, with a stack of books borrowed from the library, returned to the common room to continue looking for a way to keep Hermione alive from the dragon's devastation.

Late Wednesday night

"A cure for festering the scales of the claws trimmed with magic. It's useless, it's for weirdos like Hagrid who want the dragon to be strong—"

Harry tossed the copy of The Spoiled Dragon to the side, tucked his fingers under his eyes and rubbed them vigorously, then took a copy of A Hundred Spells for Crisis from the couch.

"I've read it, it's useless, Harry-"

Hermione flipped the pages to the clatter, and she caught a glimpse of the book Harry was picking up, spoke, and then, anxiously, muttered,

"By the way, there's the Transformation Charm. But what's the use of conversion? Unless you can convert its fangs into wine gum or something, making it less dangerous The problem is, like the book says, not much can penetrate the skin of the dragon. Or give it a deformation? But you won't succeed in transforming such a behemoth, and I suspect even Professor McGonagall, of course, if you have the magic of Professor Bryan or Professor Dumbledore, don't dream, you can't do it, Hermione! ”

Tonight is more tired than the previous night, not only because of the accumulation of fatigue, but in tonight's gym class, Professor Bryan repaired them as usual, and, probably because of their progress during this time, Professor Bryan's methods are getting more and more ruthless, he is simply merciless, Harry was pierced through his shoulder blade by a stone spear conjured by Professor Bryan tonight, maybe he is more tolerant of pain, he is not fainted by the pain, but Professor Bryan then added a stun spell.

I wonder if Professor Blaine's spear can penetrate the dragon's skin--

Harry sat on the ground and stared up at the chandelier hanging from the ceiling, this nonsensical thought crossed his mind, and-

"Ahh

Harry jumped up from the ground with a carp thump, gasping for breath, his green eyes glinting with excitement as he stared at Hermione, who was stunned by his strange behavior.

"Remember, Hermione, Professor Bryan told me!"

Harry said with his excitement in check.

"What?"

Hermione was still confused.

"Fire Dragon!" Harry grinned, "Professor Bryan taught us how to deal with dragons, right in gym class, I don't remember what he said at the time, but surely you remember, right?" ”

Quietly, Hermione's dazed and disappointed eyes lit up.

Deal with the fire dragon

On the side of the spiral staircase, the boy hiding behind the wall heard the word, and his face, which looked gloomy in the shadows, finally flashed with horror.

(End of chapter)