Karkaroff also turned his gaze on Dumbledore, his mouth open, wanting to ask but not asking.

"Don't worry, Mr. Krum hides himself well, he's safe. For the time being. ”

Dumbledore's answer made everyone put their hearts down.

The tree wasp was so scary that it was not so much attacking Krum as it was spitting gas, with a roar that burst its eardrums, flicking its tail against the mountains and the ground, throwing the rubble in all directions, and the whole stadium was trembling slightly, even the moody 'big guys' were slightly discolored.

Although the Triwizard Tournament has always had a 'casualty indicator', even if Victor Krum dies here, Durmstrang has nothing to say, who let him pick this vicious opponent himself?

But it's certainly not that simple, Krum is a Quidditch superstar and there are countless Quidditch fans who love him, and if something goes wrong, the Ministry of Magic and Hogwarts will have to find a way to appease the angry fans.

"Do you have to intervene, Dumbledore?"

Seeing that Amosta still hadn't returned, Miss Bones stepped down from her seat and whispered to Dumbledore, who was tactful considering that several of the referees were here,

"There are a lot of people gathered here, I can't let this fire dragon tear down the house, if this rockery falls, I'm afraid--"

Ms. Bones's words entered Karkaroff's heart, and he couldn't care less about being angry with Dumbledore, and eagerly echoed Ms. Bones's words,

"That's it, Dumbledore, we have to think about the lives of the audience!"

However, Madame Maxim squinted at Karkarov, and her voice was unwavering,

"Warriors should use their wits, courage, and magical skills in the Circle to solve all kinds of dilemmas – and I agree with you, Karkaroff."

"Do we need another vote?"

Ludo asked duly.

"I don't think so-" Dumbledore withdrew his spilled gaze from the arena and said pleasantly, "I think the movement is almost over—"

Three minutes had passed since this chilling movement began, and the tree peak, which was venting its anger wantonly, finally felt a little tired, and it finally stopped destroying the arena with its tail, gasping slightly, spewing out a small stream of scorching white gas, and slowly crouched down.

Under the influence of gravity, the smoke and dust slowly fell to the ground, and one area after another reappeared in front of the audience, and people stared at the potholes, like the surface of the moon, and lost their voices in shock.

"What do you think--"

Neville said with a shudder,

"What else is left?"

"That's hard to say, Neville--"

Dean grunted and swallowed a large mouthful of saliva and said in a suffocating tone,

"Nail covers or something, I think there's always going to be some left, right?"

Bang!

The picture on the game screen became clear again, the surveillance glasses all over the arena flew around in a daze, and Krum was not found anywhere, most of the little wizards thought that Krum had become one with the earth, and some of Krum's avid female fans even covered their mouths and began to sob, and at this moment-

Less than fifty feet from the peak, a rock embedded in the ground exploded without warning, and Victor Krum, who was thought dead, jumped out of a large crater in the ground.

Krum was covered in dust, even his eyebrows and hair were dusty, he stood on the edge of the crater and gasped slightly, people saw that the face on the big screen was covered with small wounds, and most importantly, Krum's left wrist showed an unnatural curve, and it didn't take much of a brain to figure out how to get it.

"It's unbelievable that he's really alive!"

Ludo said in a stunned tone, he suddenly felt a cool air coming from behind him, even if he didn't have to look back, Ludo knew who was staring at him with murderous eyes, so he immediately changed his words,

"Great, guys, Mr. Krum has had his most torturous moment--, his left arm doesn't look good, and it will undoubtedly affect his agility. I sincerely hope that this will not have any bad impact on Mr. Krum's Quidditch career! ”

Shout!

Krum had no intention of giving up, and after only taking a few seconds to regain his breath, Krum raised his hand and a dark red spell light aimed straight at the eyes of the tree peak!

It's an eye curse!

There were not many people present who had eyesight, and they immediately recognized what this silent spell was by casting a spell. However, when the spell smashed into the tree bee's jaw, stirring up a cluster of bright sparks, the scene remembered a small sigh.

"What a pity!"

Ludo also sighed and said,

"Mr. Krum seems intent on blocking the dragon's view, and he almost succeeds, but the movement just now seems to have made him a little dizzy, and his opponent obviously can't believe he's still alive and moves his head."

Roar!

The Hungarian tree, which had come to its senses, let out a terrible, earth-shattering howl, and the treepeak raised its head, and a hot, piercing red brewed in its hideous mouth!

It's too close!

It was obvious what the Hungarian Tree Peak was going to do, and Krum was less than forty feet away from the dragon at the moment, and there was no other place to dodge except for a pile of rubble and shallow pits, and even if he jumped back into the pit where he had just lived, the heat of the dragon's breath would kill him!

Completely enraged, the Hungarian Tree Peak raised its neck, and from its angry posture, it could be seen that the next dragon's breath would definitely be as violent as a storm, and perhaps in the next second, Krum would be blown into ashes by the raging fire wind in front of everyone's eyes!

At this moment, even Dumbledore's face became solemn, he stood up suddenly, and the elderberry wand appeared in the palm of the old man's hand, his face was calm, but there was a suffocating majesty in silence!

What to do!

Time seemed to stand still, Krum's swarthy face finally turned pale, he knew that he had no way to avoid it, at this distance, the dragon's breath would definitely kill him, and this time would not be too long, from the increasingly blazing brightness of the black dragon's hideous mouth, it could be inferred, maybe only a few seconds - and this little time, not even enough time for him to run to the golden egg that had been shaken aside by the previous movement, unless

Krum's eyes flashed with a hint of fierceness, and in the midst of many jaw-dropping gazes, he not only did not reflexively flee, but rushed towards the Hungarian tree bee without hesitation!

"Are you crazy, Victor!"

Karkaroff finally couldn't take it anymore, and he exclaimed.

People thought that Krum had killed himself, but at this moment, Krum threw out his second spell after he came on the field, he did not try to interfere with the fire dragon like Cedric, and his spell light went directly to the golden egg. Ground in the back position!

Bang!

Before the dragon's breath fell, a fierce explosion appeared.

The moment the spell light landed, the jagged rocks exploded suddenly, and the surging air wave directly blew the golden egg into the air, maybe it was a coincidence, but those who watched this scene were more convinced that it was calculated, after all, Krum was a world-famous Quidditch player--

Anyway, the golden egg flew in the direction of Krum, and at the same time, Krum, who was quickly approaching, stepped on a flying rock and flew into the air resolutely, his intact hand trying to face the golden egg!

Time was stretched out at this moment, and the distance between Krum's fingertips and the fingertips of the spinning golden egg slowly narrowed in horror, and the sun burst from the mouth of the monstrous dragon's mouth, and a red torrent rushed down with the breath of destruction!

The entire arena seemed to be surrounded by a cloud of amber that was about to condense, and the only thing that could move slowly was Krum's fingertips, the tumbling golden egg, and the dragon's breath, which was significantly faster, and one thing was for sure, even if Krum touched the golden egg first, then he would be destroyed by the dragon's breath of the tree bee!

Airplanes!

A sharp hum pierced the silence of the congealed arena, and Amosta and Dumbledore, who had finally returned to the arena, raised their wands at the same time as the Hungarian Tree Wasp

(End of chapter)