Harry's attitude didn't anger Fleur in the slightest.

Fleur was closer to Harry.

Seeing that Harry was about to be insulted, there was a sudden burst of loud cheers in the venue.

"Victor Krum managed to clear the level, but unfortunately, due to his fierceness, he angered the fire dragon, causing the golden egg to be trampled several times. Although the golden egg will not be damaged, if it is replaced with something else, Victor Klum's operation may be considered a failure. This is bound to affect his score, so let's start scoring the judges. Bagman's voice came in.

Fleur was diverted a little bit of her mind.

"Well, the score is out, and we can see that Victor Krum's score is not low, and it must be a tribute from the judges for the courage he showed in this level. ”

"Now it's time for a third warrior, Miss Delacour. ”

"Beep ......" a loud whistle sounded.

But Fleur just looked at Harry with fascination, and she didn't pay any attention to the sound in her ears.

"Dut...... "Beep ......" remembered twice.

Harry had kind of regretted making the joke.

He twisted Fleur's head, letting herself disappear from her sight.

Fleur only felt that the environment had suddenly become much more gloomy, and turning off the filter was like that.

As long as Fleur no longer sees Harry, although her heart is still full of Harry, it is no longer at the point where she can't extricate herself.

Harry stood behind Fleur and pushed her to the tent door step by step, then whispered to Fleur's ear, "Now you're going to compete, shall we meet again after the competition?"

Fleur nodded, turning her head, as if trying to turn back to look at Harry.

But Harry smashed Fleur's head again: "Don't look back, and behave well." ”

Fleur pouted unhappily, and then reluctantly walked into the arena.

Empty and round, Fleur looked at the green fire dragon in the center, and there was no trace of nervousness in her heart, because her mind was tied to Harry at the moment.

Fleur stretched out her wand and uttered a spell.

The end of the wand lit up with a light.

Bagman shouted, "Clever Miss Delacour, this seems to be a spell of enchantment, and the spirit of the fire dragon has been affected...... Hiss...... Miss Delacour walked straight towards the dragon, who just shook his head...... It's so unconscious, does it think Miss Delacour is its child?"

Perhaps it was because of the closeness that the fire dragon spewed out a small flame without being aggressive, which must have been an affectionate greeting for the little fire dragon.

Fleur's face changed, and she hurriedly rolled sideways, but her skirt was still on fire, and Fleur hurriedly used a spell to summon water to extinguish the fire, and then got the golden egg without danger.

The audience erupted in cheers and cheers again, followed by a moment of silence, waiting for the referee to score Fleur, and thunderous applause.

"Come on, kid......" On the other side of the huge playing field, Madam Pomfrey stood at the door of the rescue tent: "Come in and let me see if you're injured or ......"

Inside the tent, Victor Krum was bandaged, and Cedric Diggory was lying on a hospital bed, most of his body wrapped in bandages.

Fleur looked at the two of them with a blank expression, she felt very strange in her heart, she had thought that these two people were countless times better than Harry Potter anyway, but now, she looked back at the tent that was being prepared opposite, she only hoped that she would see Harry again soon, and she did not want to delay for a minute.

......

Harry withdrew his gaze and began to feel bored with the game.

Then No. 4 Poliaco Brown and No. 5 Vincent Picoquay entered the field.

In the meantime, Harry really didn't want to wait.

So he apparition came to the world for a trip, to the statue of Olympian Zeus, the temple of the goddess Artemis in Greek mythology, the pyramids of Egypt, the Great Wall and other seven wonders of the world, and thought about it and left the words "Harry Potter, the son of the plane, visited here", anyway, there is no rule prohibiting scribbling in the world, so he wrote a sentence, which is not a violation of the rules at this point in time.

In fact, years later, Harry's words only made these ancient buildings more famous.

When Harry finished his last run, he rushed back to Hogwarts.

Just heard: "Now, only the last warrior, Harry Potter, is left, and Mr. Potter is invited." ”

"Wuhu ......"

"Potter come on......"

"Woo, I've gambled on you with all my net worth, I must win!"

The cheers were loudest in the hall, and the winter clouds were shattered.

Harry stood in the doorway of the tent, looking up slightly at the sky, thinking of something. In the morning, when Astoria knew that Harry was going to play today, she looked at Harry with admiration and said adoringly, "I want to see my brother become the most eye-catching one, so that everyone's applause will ring for my brother." ”

Harry chuckled lightly and stepped out of the tent.

In the next second, he was standing in the air above the huge arena.

What exactly is the test of the first level? Courage and guts.

Fire dragon, dragon egg.

This smooth chapter makes people think of defeating the fire dragon and winning the golden egg.

But why did it become, as long as you can steal the golden egg, you can clear the customs, heh......

Harry didn't want to dwell on that, he just wanted to show people what a true warrior is!

(True warriors dare to ...... ）

"Merlin, why can he fly directly in the air?"

"You can fly in the air without using a flying broomstick?"

"You are not a lonely person, Voldemort has this ability, it seems to be innate. ”

"Can you not mention that dead man, bad luck. ”

Harry looked down at the thousands of faces in the stands, and the crowd was buzzing with noise, friendly and malevolent, Harry didn't tell the difference, and he didn't mind.

At the other end of the field, the Hungarian tree bee dragon stands impressively.

It crouched low, guarding its golden egg, its wings halfway folded, and it looked up, staring at Harry with its vicious yellow eyes.

It was an incomparably large, scaly-clad lizard-like reptile.

It writhes its spiky tail violently, leaving a few meters of craters on the hard rocky ground with each flick, and it is not difficult to imagine that the steely tail will directly turn a person into a pulp when it is pumped onto a person.

Harry's eyes were calm, he floated in the air, but slowly raised his arm and said softly, "Sword!"

"What is he doing here?"

"Magnify the move?"

"But what about Potter's wand?"

Just when there was a lot of talk.

A crimson glow suddenly shot into Harry's hand, turning into a sword encrusted with a blood-red gem.

Dumbledore stood up in shock: "Sword of Gryffindor!"

Then, without knowing what to think, a relaxed smile appeared on Dumbledore's lips and he sat down again.

He had always worried about what kind of wizard Harry would become in the future, but he was finally relieved to see that Harry could summon the Sword of Gryffindor. Because only a wizard with the unique qualities of Gryffindor, the Sword of Gryffindor will answer his call.

The Sword of Gryffindor, a legacy of Gryffindor, one of the Hogwarts Four.

In that dark age, Gryffindor held this sword, and he and his friends cut through thorns and thorns, carving out a world and giving wizards a place to stay.

After that, the sword fell silent for thousands of years.

Courage, perseverance, will, faith, Harry has it all.

So why shouldn't Harry show up when he needed it at this moment?

With thousands of years of savings, it is difficult to describe how far the magic of the sword has accumulated.

Harry's mind moved slightly, and the stand directly in front of him suddenly gave birth to a huge force, forcibly separating the spectators. Like a doll in the wind, staggering. A blank area tens of meters wide was divided.

The magic in Harry's body poured into the Sword of Gryffindor.

The blade grew more and more scorching, and Harry seemed to be holding a small sun, and the silver light pierced everyone's eyes.

The Hungarian tree hornet dragon shivered in fear on the ground.

Then, Harry swung his sword lightly from the bottom up.

A fifty-meter-long waning moon ploughed vertically through the field.

What rocks, Hungarian tree bee dragons, the stands as if they did not exist, could not block the slightest light.

So, the Hungarian tree bee dragon, died.

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