Chapter 589 Ron's Bad Performance

When Fleur appeared again wrapped in a cloak, cheers erupted from the audience. 【】

Regarding Furong's performance just now, the little wizards had mixed reviews. Anyway, the boys were screaming, applauding, and their voices were deafening.

For example, Harry and Hermione next to Ivan have completely opposite opinions.

"She's doing great!" Harry said, clapping along.

"In addition to dancing well, her performance in other areas is too bad!" Hermione said bluntly, "Her spell has limited effect and can only succeed once by surprise, and it is obviously prepared for fire dragons, the referees will definitely See this. After putting the dragon to sleep, she'll be touched by the sparks..."

In all fairness, Furong's performance is really not good enough, far worse than Krum.

In addition to the magical magic of specifically restraining the fire dragon and the courage at the end, there is nothing else to praise.

After a moment of silence, the referees began to score Fleur.

Madam Maxime gave it a perfect score, Bagman gave it an eight, and Dumbledore and Mr. Crouch gave it a seven. This evaluation is fairly fair.

Karkaroff gave it five points, full of malice.

"Look, that Chinese fireball came out, and Ron is below!"

Everyone's eyes turned to the entrance, expecting Ron's performance.

"Now for our youngest warrior, Mr. Weasley!" Bagman shouted.

After the whistle, Ron came out of the tent, looking like he was about to suffocate!

During the long wait, Ron's inner tension increased little by little, and it had reached an inexhaustible level.

His head was blank, he didn't think about anything, and the nerves in his body were beating rapidly and indirectly.

Ron, feeling as if his legs were not his own, walked awkwardly past the bushes and through a gap in the fence into the playing field.

In the next second, everything in front of him was like a vividly colored dream.

Hundreds of faces watched him from the stands above, scrutinizing him.

Ron tried to find the faces of familiar people such as Ivan, Harry, Hermione, etc., which made him feel at ease.

But no, at this moment, in his eyes, everyone's faces seem to be the same, and they are all looking at him blankly.

Thousands of faces swirled in front of Ron's eyes, and he felt like he might faint at any time.

At the other end of the field, stood the bright red Chinese fireball.

The relatively docile Chinese Fireball didn't pay any attention to Ron at all. Instead, the noise from the surrounding auditorium made him very nervous. 【】

It tightly protected the dragon egg under it, looked around constantly, and spat out a huge fireball in warning.

Different from the two fire dragons that appeared before, the flame of the Chinese fireball is a mushroom-shaped fireball of instant nature, not the kind of long chain-shaped guiding nature of the magic fire spurt, and the effect of the huge fireball with high temperature looks even more amazing.

In the face of the Chinese fireball, everyone is waiting to see what Ron is going to do? !

Did he charge directly at the dragon like Krum, or did he use some kind of magical magic like Fleur? !

In the next second, under everyone's astonished gaze, Ron turned around.

He ran at the fastest speed in the opposite direction on the other side of the field, trying to stay as far away from the fire dragon as possible.

Ron told himself to clear his mind and concentrate completely, absolutely, thinking about the Firebolt Harry had lent him.

"The situation seems to be a little bad. Our youngest warrior seems to be frightened!" Bagman frowned and shouted, "Why did he stay so far away from the fire dragon? Could it be that he has other plans?!"

There was a burst of boos from the audience, led by Slytherin, and loud curses resounded throughout the venue.

They didn't see what Ron's plan was, only saw Ron standing there stupidly after escaping to the edge of the field.

There was a steady stream of malicious noises, and everyone seemed to think Ron was about to give up.

If that's the case, it's the most boring game, and in their opinion, Ron doesn't deserve to be a Warrior at all.

In this environment, it was really difficult to concentrate, and Ron tried several times without success.

"Firebolts!" he cried anxiously, holding his wand aloft.

Ron waited, every cell in him praying, hoping.

If this move didn't work, if the Firebolt didn't fly, he couldn't even think about it...

He looked at everything around him, as if there was a transparent barrier with shimmering light in front of him.

It was like a layer of hot smoke that made the field and the hundreds of faces around him levitate strangely!

Ron waved his wand hard, but nothing happened, which made him look a little silly.

The voices of doubt in the audience got louder and louder, and no one knew what Ron wanted to do.

"Oops, he's too nervous!" Ivan said, staring at Ron, "It's not good to go on like this!"

"Ron, focus, get out of the way!" Hermione shouted, but it didn't work at all.

As soon as she shouted, she was immediately drowned in the loud noise of the auditorium.

Ron was there, waving his wand vigorously, more and more anxious as the time passed.

He tried to tell himself to calm down, but the more he did, the more nervous he became.

Then, Ron suddenly remembered the bottles of potions that Ivan gave him.

Ai Wen once told him to take these potions after letting him sit on the broom to avoid everyone's sight, so that no one would see him using the potion.

But it's obviously impossible to continue like this. Looking at the huge fire dragon so close, Ron feels that he can't last long.

He needed some confidence, and Ron tremblingly took out a bottle of potion from his pocket, raised his head and drank it.

"You can't hurt me, your fire can't hurt me!" he muttered, staring at the fire dragon.

The cold feeling circulated in his body, which made him sober a lot.

Seeing Ron's actions, the boos from the audience became louder, and some people began to question that Ron was cheating.

The first two warriors only use wands, but Ron needs the help of potions, which is obviously unfair!

"Aha, Mr. Weasley has a potion ready!" Bagman exclaimed. "Let's hear what the judges have to say."

Dumbledore, Crouch, Karkaroff, and Madame Maxime were discussing Ron's behavior, quickly discussing.

They soon came to a conclusion, announced by Bagman.

"The result came out. Although the competition stipulates that the wand is the only weapon of the warriors, the rules do not say that potions are not allowed. Mr. Weasley cleverly found the loophole!" Bagman shouted happily, "Of course. , we'll also check the potion he's taking to see if it's illegal." (To be continued.).

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