Chapter 568 This Is the Main Text

"Very brave!" Bagman cheered again.

Harry heard the Chinese dragon let out a terrible, booming scream, and the audience held their breath.

"That was a real show of courage - and - great, he's got the golden egg!"

The applause broke the winter air like broken glass, and Krum was done - Harry's turn would be coming any minute.

Harry stood up, and was vaguely aware that his legs seemed to be made of swamp grass.

He waited, and then heard the whistle. He walked out of the tent, his panic growing like a crescendo. Now he was walking through the woods and through a gap in the fence.

Everything he saw seemed like a dream in extremely high color. Since he set foot in this place, hundreds of faces had been looking down at him from the magical stands. And the horn-tailed dragon, at the other end of the fence, crouched over her eggs, her wings half-opened, her evil, yellow eyes looking at Harry, the huge black scorpion with phosphorous all over her body, slapping her spiked tail, leaving a yard-long hole mark on the hard ground.

There was a loud noise in the audience, but Harry didn't know or care whether it was friendly or not.

It was time to do what he had to do. He had to concentrate, completely and absolutely focus on that object, and feel the mark he left. He could do it.

"What is he doing?" Hermione asked nervously. "Has he forgotten how to cast a spell after taking him?"

"Don't worry, Hermione, you have to believe in Harry and my means." Vanlin said, "The fire of the Hungarian horn-tailed dragon is not strong. Harry only needs to avoid its physical attack..."

Before Vanlin could finish his words, Harry suddenly raised his wand.

"AccioFirebolt!" Harry shouted.

He waited, every nerve in his body tense, praying.

If that didn't work, if the rocket didn't come... He seemed to be looking at everything through a kind of glowing, transparent barrier, like a heat haze, which made the fence and the hundreds of faces float strangely around him.

Then he heard the thing coming fast behind him, and he turned to see his rocket crashing in at the edge of the woods, whizzing into the fence, and stopping in midair beside him, waiting for his orders.

The crowd was getting noisier. Bagmon was shouting something too, but Harry's ears were no longer working properly, and hearing didn't matter.

He stepped onto the broom and kicked off from the ground, and a second later, something incredible happened.

He was up and straight into the sky, the wind whistling through his hair, the faces of the audience turned into tiny flesh-colored bells below, and the horn-tailed dragon shrunk to the size of a dog, and he realized that he had not only risen above the ground, but also left his fear behind, back to where he really belonged.

It was just another Quidditch match, nothing more. Another Quidditch match, and the dragon was just another ugly enemy team.

Hermione shouted excitedly, which was enough to make the girl excited. The most difficult thing was overcome by Harry Potter, which was enough to make everyone excited.

Gryffindor never hesitated to praise its own people. Fanlin felt the long-lost excitement and stood up to cheer for Harry, just like Hermione.

On the contrary, Malfoy was still talking some trash, but these voices were drowned out by the cheers of Gryffindor.

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Harry in the sky was calmer than ever before.

He looked down at the nest of eggs and recognized the golden one.

The golden egg emitted a different light from the other silver-gray companions and was placed steadily between the dragon's front legs.

"Okay!" Harry said to himself, "Use the strategy of feinting to the east and attacking to the west, let's go."

He dived down. The head of the Hungarian Horntail Dragon followed closely. He knew what the beast wanted to do, and withdrew in time. A flame sprayed towards the position where he would reach if he didn't dodge. It was a close call, but Harry was not afraid. It was not much more difficult than dodging an eagle.

"Great Scotland, he can fly!" Bagmon shouted excitedly, and the crowd screamed and gasped. "Are you watching, Mr. Krum?"

Harry was spinning and rising, and the Horntail Dragon was still chasing him, its long neck twisting and twisting like a twist - if Harry continued, the dragon would definitely get dizzy - but it's better not to tease it for too long, otherwise it will spit fire again - Harry fell sharply when the dragon's mouth opened again, but this time he was not so lucky - although he avoided the flames, he hit the whip of the dragon's tail, and when he dodged to the left, a long spike rubbed his shoulder and tore his robe - he felt a sting and heard the screams and groans of the crowd, but the wound didn't seem to be deep.

It seems that this is still not enough insurance.

Harry rose to a high altitude, and under the cover of his robe, he drank the potion that Vanlin gave him.

A cold feeling flowed down his throat, and his body shuddered unconsciously.

This feeling is very familiar, he did this a year ago.

Now he was circling up onto the dragon's back and saw an opportunity.

The Horntail didn't seem to want to take off, she was too eager to protect her eggs. Even as she coiled and twisted, spreading and closing her wings, her scary yellow eyes never leaving Harry, she was afraid to get too far from her eggs, but he had to convince her to move away or he would never get close to them.

The key was to proceed with caution and lure slowly.

He began to fly this way and that, staying out of the dragon's fire-breathing range, but still posing enough of a threat to make the dragon's eyes look at him.

Her head moved from side to side, her fangs bared as she stared directly at Harry through her pupils.

He flies higher.

The dragon's head then rose, and the dragon's neck now reached its longest length and was still shaking back and forth, like a snake in front of the mage.

Harry rose a few feet higher and the dragon let out a roar.

Harry was like a fly, and she was so annoyed that she wanted to kill him. The dragon's tail started swiping again, and because Harry was too tall to reach, she sprayed fire into the air, but was dodged one by one.

Even though he was protected by the magic potion, he was still unscathed by the flames, which was very strange in itself.

"Come on," Harry hissed, dodging over her head, "come on, get me, come up now."

Harry's movements did not stop, and he hit the Hungarian Horn-tailed Dragon's body with one eye curse after another.

Harry's spell isn't that powerful.

The feedback effect of these magic spells to Fan Lin is that it can only play a role in harassment, but this is enough.

Disturb the sight, then provoke it so Harry has a chance...

Finally the dragon stood up, spread her huge black leather wings, as wide as a small airplane - and Harry swooped down.

A puff of fire shot towards Harry.

There is no doubt that the fire dragon was successfully angered.

Harry hurriedly held his wand in front of him, and softly chanted the Armor Protection Charm in his mouth.

That was an improved version, Professor Snape's.

There is no doubt about the strength of the defense. In fact, Harry needs to show that he is safe in front of the flames until the potion expires.

The brilliance of the curse was shattered at the touch of a finger, but this time was enough, and the speed of the rocket crossbow was fast enough.

Harry raised his head, and the direction of the rocket crossbow turned to high in the sky. It seemed that Harry noticed the wings hidden behind the flames.

"Well done, Harry!"

There were excited howls inside the venue.

Everyone cheered for Harry's calmness. Especially the Weasley brothers, they are Harry's loyal supporters.

Fan Lin held the wand in his hand. It was not enough. The horn-tailed dragon's flame was not the most powerful.

But Harry got the effect he wanted.

The Hungarian Horntail breaks free of his chains, wings flailing, the dragon's speed almost unimaginable.

It seemed to turn into a chase.

However, Harry's speed was not limited. To be precise, the Rocket Crossbow did not disappoint Harry.

Fanlin told Harry that the interference effect of the Eye Disease Curse was very important, and Harry always remembered it.

Harry kept hovering in the sky, and the Eye Spell almost drained his magic power. He was hit by flames several times, but fortunately the potion was very powerful.

Harry seized an opportunity. The Horn-tailed Dragon didn't seem to have time to turn around. Taking advantage of this gap, Harry dived down from high altitude.

After the dragon figured out what he had done, and before he could find out where he had gone, Harry sprinted to the ground as fast as he could, flying toward the now missing female dragon's forepaws.

Protect the egg...

When the fire dragon reacted, it also accelerated its dive, but Harry was faster. It could be said that he was going even crazier.

He released one hand from holding the rocket crossbow - he finally grabbed the golden egg - and with another sprint, Harry was away quickly.

He screamed and flew over the stands, with the heavy egg safely under his injured arm. It was as if someone had just turned up the volume - for the first time, he clearly heard the noise of the crowd, all kinds of noises. The screams and cheers were as loud as Irish supporters at a World Cup.

Hermione was so excited that she almost jumped up. She didn't hesitate and pulled Fan Lin down directly. She wanted to celebrate her friend.

Ron's face was a little pale, but at least Ron followed the two people.

"Look!" Bagmon shouted. "Look! Our youngest warrior got the golden egg the fastest! Ah, this will greatly reduce Mr. Potter's strange behavior!"

Harry saw the dragon's guardian rushing to calm the horntail dragon. In fact, the big guy was a little miserable. He hit the stone.

Also, at the exit of the fence, Professor McGonagall, Professor Moody and Hagrid all hurried forward to meet him. They were all waving, and the smiles on their faces were clearly visible even from such a distance.

He flew back to the stands, where the noise almost blew out his eardrums, he landed smoothly, feeling the most relaxed he had been in weeks, he passed the first mission, he survived.

"Excellent, Potter!" Professor McGonagall shouted as Harry stepped off his broomstick - a very high compliment for her.

Harry also noticed that her hands were shaking. "You have to go to Madam Pomfrey's to see the injury before the judges reveal your score. She has already healed Diggory over there."

"Well done, Harry!" Hagrid said hoarsely. "Well done! Defeated that horn-tailed dragon and everything else, and you know Charlie said the female dragon was the hardest to deal with—"

"Thank you, Hagrid," Harry said loudly, and he had to stop Hagrid from blabbing on and revealing that he had met a real dragon beforehand.

Professor Moody also seemed quite satisfied, his magic eyes turning happily.

"Nice and nice work, Potter," he growled.

"Okay, Potter, it's time to go to the emergency tent, quickly." Professor McGonagall said.

Harry walked out of the fence and saw Madam Pomfrey standing at the door of another tent in the distance, looking worried.

"Dragon!" She said one word, her tone disgusted, and she pulled Harry into the account. The tent was divided into two small rooms, and Harry recognized Cedric's figure through the canvas. He didn't seem to be seriously injured, at least he could still sit up.

Madam Pomfrey checked his injuries and kept saying angrily: "Last year it was a werewolf, this year it's a dragon, what else are they going to bring into the school? You are very lucky, this is just a flesh wound. But I still have to clean it before treatment.”

She dabbed the wound with some purple potion. When the liquid touched the wound, it smoked and stung. But then Madam Pomfrey poked Harry's wound with her wand, and Harry immediately felt all the pain. alright.

"Now, just sit still for a minute! Then you can leave and listen to the score."

She hurried out of the tent, and then Harry heard her walk into the next room. "How do you feel now, Digory?"

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Harry didn't want to just sit there, there was still a lot of adrenaline in his body. He stood up and wanted to go out to see what was going on outside, but before he could reach the tent door, three people rushed in - Hermione, Fan Lin, and Ron following closely behind.

"Harry, you're brilliant!" Hermione screamed. There were fingernail marks on her face because she had covered her face tightly when she was scared. "You're amazing, really!"

But Harry only looked at Ron, who looked pale and looked at Harry as if he were looking at a ghost.

"Harry," he said very seriously, "whoever put your name in the goblet...I...I think they wanted you to compete!"

It was as if the past few weeks had never happened - as if Harry was now meeting Ron for the first time, right after he was chosen as a Warrior.

"You caught up, didn't you?" Harry said coldly. "It took you long enough."

Hermione stood nervously between them, looking from one to the other. Ron hesitated to speak.

Harry knew he wanted to apologize and suddenly found that he didn't want to hear it.

"It's okay," Harry said, cutting off what Ron was about to say. "forget it."

"No," said Ron, "I should have-"

"Let bygones be bygones," Harry said.

This result is not difficult to accept, at least, Fan Lin thinks so.

"How do you feel?" Fan Lin asked, "I almost beat the dragon away with a magic spell just now. In fact, I was very afraid..."

"The potion didn't work." Harry said, "I'm glad I'm still alive." (To be continued)