Chapter 174 The Violent Dragon Slayer

The sword is already in hand, so what else is there to say?

Harry flicked the broomstick again, turned around and soared into the sky, the Gryffindor sword in his hand shone brightly under the sunlight.

The dragon and lion were right in front of him, and that huge body blocked Harry's view. At this moment, in his eyes, except for the red dragon scales, he could no longer see anything.

At this moment, Harry brought his Seeker talent to the extreme! Under his control, the broom seemed to come alive, carrying its owner around the bite of the dragon and lion, almost brushing the dragon scales under its neck.

Harry's eyes were extremely sharp, and he swung the sword in his hand quickly. The blade, which was originally not considered sharp, exploded with astonishing power in his hand.

At that moment, the scales on Longshi's neck were like butter, and the defense was easily broken by the sword of Gryffindor, even the neck was cut in half!

In the next second, the warm dragon's blood sprayed out as if it didn't cost money.

"boom!"

Longshi's body lost its strength, and fell heavily on the ground with the inertia of a dive, plowing out a deep ravine in the ground.

The entire audience was boiling, a small number of people were slightly uncomfortable with this scene, but most of them were cheering for Harry's bravery.

A real dragon slaying warrior was born!

Although no wizard would pursue dragon slaying for a long time now, and the fire dragon has already become one of the magical creatures kept by wizards in captivity, but the power of the fire dragon is still recognized by the world.

However, everything does not seem to end there.

I don't know what happened to Harry, but amidst the laughter of the audience, he made a behavior that no one expected!

"drink"

Harry's eyes were red, he roared wildly, turned the broom again and rushed towards the dragon and lion on the ground.

The sword light flashed several times, only to hear a soft "click", and the dragon's head was cut off completely. The hot dragon's blood flowed continuously from the flat fracture, and the shocking bright red spread rapidly.

But Harry still didn't seem to want to stop. He held the Gryffindor sword and kept swinging, falling, and swinging again. The dragon's blood splattered again and again, inevitably splashing on his face. , body.

The boiling blood of the audience cooled down together with the spilled dragon's blood. Everyone looked blankly at Harry in the arena, all dumbfounded.

what happened to him?

Just when everyone was so surprised that they couldn't close their mouths from ear to ear, a beam of red power shot from Harry's side and knocked him down easily.

The Gryffindor sword in his hand flew up, and then plunged obliquely into the ground with a "swish". It can be seen that even though there was so much dragon blood splashing around just now, the blade of the sword was not stained at all, and it was as clean as new.

"Harry, what's wrong with him?"

When the dragon and lion landed just now, Maca had already pulled Hermione to her side, saving her from the tragic ending of being crushed into a meatloaf by that huge body.

"I want to know what's wrong too."

Maca retracted the wand into the sleeve, frowned and walked over there. When he passed the sorting hat, he picked it up.

"Do you know what's going on?" Maca asked casually.

"Finally someone remembered the hat. The poor hat has had enough time on the ground... Oh? You are Maca McLean... I remember you! Yes, I remember you very clearly!" The Sorting Hat shouted, "See Have you ever passed that silly bird?"

"Answer my question first." Maca shook his hat and asked again, "What happened just now?"

"Stop shaking! Stop shaking..." The Sorting Hat hurriedly said, "Just now? You mean that...um...Harry Potter? Yeah...I don't know too well, but..."

"But what?"

"But I have seen some similar scenes..." The Sorting Hat seemed to be recalling something, "I remember, it was when Godric and Salazar were still in the castle... As you may know, they always likes to fight,

Such a big man, still looks like a child! Um... Speaking of which, Godric never wears his hat properly, he always hangs me on his back and dangles when he walks..."

"...Get to the point." Maca couldn't help but flicked his hat again, interrupting its nagging.

"Okay! This is about to get to the point... One day, Godric took the snake raised by Salazar to Helga to make soup, and the two of them fought again. But that day It's not the same as usual, Godric fights endlessly, and he hits hard. Salazar is also beaten out, and these two guys broke the ceiling of the castle auditorium!"

"It wasn't until Rowena came over that the two of them were separated."

Maca listened carefully, but the Sorting Hat stopped halfway through.

"What next?"

He noticed that Harry had gotten up in a daze, and the rescue team that had been dispatched earlier had also surrounded Harry, so he turned his attention back to the Sorting Hat.

"Then? It's gone... Didn't I just say it, I'm not very clear... Ouch, stop shaking..."

Maca ignored the Sorting Hat. He glanced at Harry from a distance, and then quickly walked towards the Gryffindor sword slanted on the ground.

However, when he grabbed the hilt and tried to pull it out, the sword didn't move at all.

"Is this thing really the sword in the stone?" Maca grinned.

"The sword in the stone? Of course not!" The Sorting Hat shouted exaggeratedly, "How can that kind of stupid sword compare with this sword! This is"

"What is it?" Maca habitually shook it again when she saw that it was silent in the middle of her speech.

"Don't shake it! Don't shake it anymore...you can't say it if you shake it..." the Sorting Hat screamed, "Do you remember what I said when I sorted you? This sword is destined to have nothing to do with you!"

"Alright alright……"

Maca shook his head, and threw the sorting hat casually. Amidst the hat's babbling curses, it fell into the hands of Hermione who had just come here.

"In terms of rudeness, you are as good as Godric!" The Sorting Hat said loudly, "Remember, you will always know when you should know! Then you can ask that stupid bird yourself !"

Since Harry was beaten to the ground by Maca just now, his state seems to have recovered. At this moment, he was looking at Huolong's corpse with a complicated face, and his heart was already in a mess.

Today's plans seem wonderful, but they are all predetermined for him by others. Harry was not very happy that he actually killed a fire dragon.

On the contrary, he himself remembered the madness of the last ten seconds very clearly. He could even clearly recall the obsession that was almost overflowing in his heart when he raised his sword and slashed at the fire dragon just now.

That feeling was so exhilarating that even thinking about it now, he still had the urge to hold the sword hilt again, but that feeling of being unable to control himself also made him feel strongly uneasy.

Around the dazed Harry, the members of the rescue team did not go over to talk to him. They came here this time not because of Harry, but to drag back the dead dragon and lion in front of them.

Under Bagman's inquiry, all members of the referee team agreed that the game will continue normally.

In the following time, Hermione stepped forward and had a few words with Harry. Harry seemed to be getting better as he mounted his broomstick and sprinted towards the summit again.

And Hermione easily pulled out the Gryffindor sword and sent it back to the hole under the sorting hat.

Immediately afterwards, she quickly walked towards a yew forest in the distance.

The magic hourglass for timing the game was still leaking sand, and when the last grain of sand quietly settled, the first event of the Triwizard Tournament finally came to an end.

"...Okay, okay! Let's see...it's still ladies first!" Bagman said loudly, "Miss Fleur Delacour, the warrior of Beauxbaton School of Magic, she only spent about three-eighths It took an hourglass to find the box that belonged to her!"

Beauxbaton's teachers and students immediately applauded neatly, they were all happy for Furong.

In fact, just after Maca lured away the dragon and lion, Furong ran along the river for a while, and she found it just like that!

"Then Miss Hermione Granger, a warrior from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Witchcraft and Witchcraft, took her a little longer, but she did well, five-eighths of an hourglass time!"

The Hogwarts students also clapped vigorously. Although most of the little snakes were perfunctory, the superiority in numbers still existed, and the applause was much more enthusiastic than Beauxbaton's.

"It's also Harry Potter, a warrior from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Witchcraft and Witchcraft!" Bagman paused, and then said loudly, "Exactly half the hourglass time!"

"Finally, the warrior of Durmstrang Academy, Maca McLean! One-sixteenth of an hourglass time! You heard me right, he only spent one-sixteenth of an hourglass time!"

To be honest, the depression where Maca's box is located is full of strange rocks, and everyone can't see it very clearly. In addition, Maca hid it on purpose, and most people didn't notice that he got the box long ago.

"Of course! Everyone has to pay attention!" Mr. Bagman said again, "It's not just time that decides the score. The referee team will also discuss their respective scores based on the performance of each warrior!"

"Now, the warriors, please go to the first aid tent to check your physical condition, and take a rest by the way. The referee team is already carefully considering your scores. Presumably..."

Bagman continued to speak, while the four warriors, led by Madam Pomfrey, walked towards the emergency tent outside the wall.

But when they stayed in the tent for a short time, Harry and the others saw Ron walking in with heavy steps. His face was frighteningly white, and he stood at the entrance of the tent and stared blankly at Harry as if he were looking at a ghost.

"Harry... are you... all right?"

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