Ludo looked blankly at Madame Maxim, who thought that Fleur was her student, and Madame Maxim must have known something, but Madame Maxim did not respond to Ludo's inquiry, her mouth was tightly closed, and her olive-colored handsome face was flushed.

What could she say?

She can't tell anyone that Fleur's dance is specially used by Mei Wa for courtship, and that it is extraordinarily 'lethal' to creatures of all kinds and genders!

"Look, the fire dragon has come down, and Miss Delacour has overcome it!"

Helpless, Ludo had no choice but to focus on the situation on the field again, and when he saw the latest situation, he exclaimed.

Fleur's 'courtship dance' is indeed very lethal, those little wizards who are not mentally tough enough have left their seats, looking at Fleur obsessively, some unlucky little ones fell to the seats in front of them because of this, causing a lot of chaos, but these physical education students in Amosta have become mentally tough after going through repeated training, they are not confused, and they are loyal to maintain order.

So many young wizards who are further away have been deceived, not to mention the Welsh Green Dragon, which is the main object of Fleur's charm, this creature has a powerful body and scales with excellent magic resistance, but it does not mean that their mental strength is superior to that of wizards.

The Welsh green dragon's emerald vertical pupils flashed dazedly, and a few feet of dragon breath unconsciously erupted between the thin upper and lower jaws, and the sharp claws firmly stuck on the rock wall gradually relaxed.

A primal longing appeared in the heart of the Welsh green dragon, and it pulled its claws from the rock wall, and the last shred of reason made it not let go of the curly state of the wings that protected the dragon egg, step by step, slowly climbed down the rock wall, and fell to the ground.

Seeing this, a strange light flashed in Fleur's eyes, and she couldn't tell whether she was happy or angry.

Boom –

Twenty feet above the ground, the Welsh Green Dragon jumped down and smashed into the ground with a roar, and instead of pounced on Hibiscus, it stretched its wings and stretched its neck, making a melodious whisper, as if in response to Hibiscus's dance in this way.

Looking at the few dragon eggs scattered on the ground, Fleur's blue eyes clearly flashed with joy. Caught off guard, Fleur stopped dancing, and the green dragon regained consciousness the moment its mental charm vanished, and before it could react, Fleur began dancing again.

The rhythm of the dance is changed, which is obviously another magic that wonderfully harmonizes with the body movements, the movements are soothing and fluid, although they do not have the allure of expressing themselves as much as they did just now, but they are full of a calming connotation, as if the breeze and the sunset meet in the autumn sunset, which is intoxicating.

The Welsh green dragon was drowsy all at once, flapping its wings gracefully a few times, and then lay down to sleep.

At this time, Fleur is also approaching her limit, this wonderful magic consumes not only her physical strength, but also she herself bears a great mental burden.

At the moment of the Welsh green dragon's snoring, Fleur suddenly fell to the ground, her forehead and cheeks dripping with sweat, and her eyes were dripping with sweat, but she still remembered her mission, and among a few earthy brown dragon eggs, she found the golden dragon egg that stood out from the crowd.

The moment Fleur's hand touched the dragon egg, not only her, but even Ludo, who was commentating the game, breathed a sigh of relief, and he was about to say something, however, the sleeping Welsh green dragon suddenly snorted, and a small mushroom cloud of flames ran out from between its upper and lower jaws, and slightly reached Fleur's calf-

"Don't worry, Olim--"

After Fleur was scrambled off the field by a group of therapists, Lady Maxime was about to leave the table to visit Fleur, and Dumbledore tugged at her sleeve,

"I believe that the competition clothes provided by Amosta have some effect, and now the most important thing is to score Miss Delacour's excellent performance."

Fleur's performance was wonderful, and if it weren't for the fact that she had been burned by the fire dragon at the end, and had hesitated for too long when she had thought about how to get the Welsh green dragon down, with her extremely pleasing magic, she would have been able to beat Cedric.

Dumbledore, Crouch, and Bagman all gave eight points, while Lady Maxime gave nine points and Karkaroff scored sevens, and in the end, Fleur was one point behind Cedric Diggory at Hogwarts.

"Hogwarts is ahead for the time being!"

Harry had just gone with Sirius to find Hermione, but he didn't get enough to talk to Hermione, and the staff in the tent didn't allow them to disturb the warriors at this time, so the two of them ran back in a huff. Because Sirius couldn't show his face, both father and son hid in the exit tunnel.

After seeing the score on the big screen above the arena, Harry waved his fist happily, and then said indignantly,

"Durmstrang's principal only gave Cedric six points, and I want to see how he's going to score points when his Warriors come on!"

"Don't think about it, Harry-" Sirius, who was also clapping for Fleur, smiled contemptuously after hearing Harry's complaints, "It's unrealistic to expect Karkaroff's kind of person to be objective and impartial, and I'll bet you that Krum can finish the challenge in the end, and no matter how bad his performance is, Karkaroff will give him full marks." ”

Harry was about to express his indignation at Sirius' opinion when a loud voice suddenly flashed into his sight, and he subconsciously reminded Sirius to get out of the way.

"Don't worry, Harry, it's Hagrid—"

Sirius fended off Harry's hand and grinned and prepared to go up to greet Hagrid, however, when he saw Hagrid's terrified expression, Sirius's brows furrowed, and his expression became solemn.

"What's going on, Hagrid?"

"Oh, Sirius!" Hagrid, apparently not expecting to see the father and son here, paused in his footsteps and said in amazement, "And Harry, what are you hiding here?" ”

"Leave this alone, Hagrid!"

Harry also realized that something was not quite right with Hagrid, and he asked eagerly,

"What's wrong, Hagrid, where are you going?"

In the face of the questioning of the two people, Hagrid's expression was hesitant, but under Harry's repeated urging, he cautiously turned his head to look behind him, and after confirming that there was no one here, Hagrid wiped the sweat from his forehead, lowered his voice and said nervously,

"Whew, you guessed it, something went wrong!"

Hagrid's small black beetle-like eyes were filled with panic, and he gasped and said,

"Professor Bryan just whispered a message to me, there is a fire dragon, oh the one Hermione is going to deal with, it's not quite right!"

In this moment, many thoughts crossed Harry's mind.

What's going on, it's related to Hermione again?!

"What's wrong with that dragon, be clear, Hagrid!" Sirius snapped.

"They. I mean Charlie's gang of dragon trainers, they fed several dragons with restorative drugs, and they used tranquilizers to put them to sleep, and the other three were well reawake."

Hagrid gasped,

"Only the Chinese fireball Hermione had to deal with was always asleep, and Charlie and Professor Bryan checked it, and they thought that someone had given the Chinese fireball an overdose of paralyzing potions and sleeping potions, causing the Chinese fireball to not wake up."

A potion that paralyzes. Potions!

Harry's face turned blue, and Snape's name jumped into his head.

"And what are you going to do, Hagrid?" Sirius's brow furrowed, "What does this have to do with you. I mean, if Charlie and Amosta needed someone who knew about potions, shouldn't they go to the snot spirit? ”

"Oh, here's the problem--"

Hagrid still couldn't overcome his nervousness, and the sweat on his forehead flowed endlessly.

"Charlie said that they and the fire dragon have been inseparable for a long time, even at night there will be guards, they have not seen any strangers approaching the fire dragon, let alone feeding the fire dragon medicine, only me-"

Hagrid grunted and swallowed a large mouthful of saliva, looking like he was about to die.

"I'm the only one who's been in charge of feeding the dragon--"

(End of chapter)