From Hogwarts to Strixhaven.

Chapter 330 Dancing with Dragons
Harry walked out of the tent and passed through a dark corridor. He could hear sounds coming from above the corridor. It was the audience stomping their feet and shouting. They had all seen the fire dragon in the field.

Although his legs were as limp as roasted candy canes, Harry still tried his best to command them to move forward.

The darkness in the corridor soon came to an end, and there was a dazzling light.

The Swedish short-nosed dragon's silver-blue scales reflect brilliantly in the sun, but its sharp teeth and claws show that it is not to be trifled with.

Harry held his breath and looked at the dragon in front of him. In fact, there was still a long distance between them, but the dragon's size made up for this distance.

The Swedish short-nosed dragon sat coiled on its dragon nest, using its tail and wings to gather the eggs in the nest. The golden egg's brilliance flashed briefly, but it was enough for Harry to discover it.

Flying at high speed at an altitude of several hundred feet, searching for a golden snitch that was no bigger than a fist, what Harry did on the Quidditch field was much more difficult than finding the golden egg.

The Swedish Short-nosed Dragon also discovered Harry, and its pair of bright yellow vertical pupils looked at him fiercely. However, due to the distance between the two, the Swedish Short-nosed Dragon did not launch an attack rashly, but only let out a hoarse roar.

Harry pulled his wand out of his sleeve. He had just seen Hermione and Ron praying for him in the stands, and even Mrs. White had come. They all looked pale, perhaps even uglier than Harry who was actually facing the dragon.

Harry smiled and waved towards the stands.

"Harry Potter is waving to the stands! This warrior is simply the reincarnation of Gryffindor, and he has endless courage in his heart!" Bagman's commentary caused cheers. The Gryffindors in the stands no longer cared about disturbing the dragon and began to cheer for Harry.

Harry raised his wand and closed his eyes.

"Here comes Nimbus 2077!" he shouted.

His action was also noticed by Bagman in the stands, who said, "There is no doubt that Harry must have chanted some spell, but the distance was too far and none of us could hear it clearly! As of now, we can't be sure what spell he chanted, because there was no change in the venue..."

Bagman saw the student across from him stand up and point at the sky behind him and say something, so he leaned out as far as he could and looked up into the sky.

"It seems someone on the field knows what spell Harry used, but I haven't seen anything yet - oh!" Bagman's confused voice suddenly changed, "It's a flying broom! Harry used a beautiful Suspiria! Since the warriors cannot carry anything except their wands, this flying broom must have been placed in the castle, which explains why it took so long for it to appear in our sight!"

"That's still Nimbus 2077! It's the Nimbus 2077 that defeated Bulgaria in the World Cup!" Bagman's commentary caused boos from the Durmstrang students in the stands. Everyone knew that their warrior Krum was the seeker of the Bulgarian national team.

Harry in the field has already stepped onto Nimbus 2077. His battle plan has been half successful, because the excellent aerodynamic shape of Nimbus 2077 means that the dragon tied to the ground will never be able to catch him easily.

Now all he had to do was think of a way to distract the Swedish short-nosed dragon. There were many feints in Quidditch tactics that were favored by seekers, and Harry's current concern was how to choose a tactic.

As soon as he got on the flying broom, Harry's previous nervousness and fear immediately flew away, and all he felt in his heart was the ambition to conquer the sky.

Nimbus 2077 carried Harry into the sky, quickly turning into a small dot in the audience's sight, and then rapidly enlarged.

"Wronski fake?" Bagman gasped. "As we all know, it is very difficult to do a Wronski fake with Nimbus 2077. Lynch fell on the court twice because of this move! He might have broken his neck..."

However, before he could finish his words, the stands erupted in cheers. It turned out that Harry had successfully completed the first set of feints, leaving the Swedish Shortnose Dragon's bright blue flames to eat his own tail gas.

"By Merlin! He's such a talented Quidditch player! Can anyone tell him what position he should play in Gryffindor?" Bagman pressed his wand against his throat to amplify his voice while rubbing his balding head with his other hand. "I can help him get in touch with the best Quidditch team in the UK!"

But no one paid attention to what Bagman said, because Harry's next flying display had already begun.

He laid the broom flat and circled the Swedish dragon, which undoubtedly aroused its even greater anger.

The dragon kept hissing and screaming, spewing out ball after ball of bright blue flame, but none of them could hit the corner of Harry's clothes.

The dragon tried to swing its bristly tail at Harry, but its smallest size meant its attack range was the shortest, and it still failed.

The Swedish short-nosed dragon was already furious. In its eyes, Harry was just like an annoying fly. However, the powerful fire dragon was helpless against this fly. All its attacks fell into the air. Even the eyes that had been staring at him gradually began to feel dizzy.

After being fooled by a low-altitude fake change of direction again, the Swedish Short-nosed Dragon roared, spread its wings, and spit out flames into the sky to express its anger. It flapped its wings to try to make itself fly, and it had already planned to abandon the dragon's nest.

This was undoubtedly a golden opportunity for Harry, so he swung his broom with all his strength and rushed vertically downwards towards the dragon's head.

The Swedish short-nosed dragon thought this was a godsend, so it raised its head higher and tried to spit out flames, wanting to burn Harry and his broom into ashes.

But Harry's dive angle was carefully considered, and it could be said that he was sprinting in the direction where the dragon had the most difficulty exerting force. If the Swedish short-nosed dragon wanted to give Harry a barbecue, it would have to stretch its neck to the limit and expose its entire belly.

The bright blue flames failed to hit Harry because he took out his wand and cast a spell as he dived.

The red beam of light was faster than the flame and hit the Swedish Short-nosed Dragon's eye squarely. It let out a miserable roar and could no longer maintain its center of gravity. It could only fall backwards, flapping its wings helplessly.

The dragon cave set up by the fire dragon researchers was built on a stone platform. When the Swedish short-nosed dragon fell, it actually fell directly from the edge of the platform, but the iron chain tied to its feet prevented it from landing completely, and it could only sway along the stone wall without moving up or down.

The Swedish short-nosed dragon continued to struggle and spit fire, but it did nothing to change the status quo.

Harry steadied his broom again and easily obtained the golden egg that belonged to him.

The audience let out amazing shouts and screams, and kept clapping and cheering, refusing to stop even when their hands turned red and their voices became hoarse.

"It's amazing!" Bagman's voice echoed over the field, "Harry Potter got his own golden egg at an amazing speed!"

The fire dragon researchers quickly rushed into the venue, first using a stun spell to focus the fire, then freed the Swedish short-nosed dragon that had fallen in the air, and finally locked it in an iron cage and transported it to the tent at the other end of the venue.

Harry knew that the Welsh Green Dragon would come out soon, but that had nothing to do with him anymore. Now he just had to wait for the judges' scores.

"You fly so beautifully! Potter!" Harry had just stepped off the broom when he ran into Professor McGonagall. She clapped her hands, her palms still shaking. "You need to go to that tent. Madam Pomfrey will check you. Although we didn't see that you were injured, it is very necessary. Madam White is also in there, as well as Miss Granger and Mr. Weasley."

Harry felt warm inside and couldn't wait to share the joy of victory with his family and friends.

"Excellent!" Bagman was still savoring Harry's wonderful performance. "Please give the judges your scores!"

The five referees' comments on Harry were all very fair, with high scores being given one after another. Even Lucius gave him a score of 9. But when it was Karkaroff's turn, he shamelessly gave him a score of 5.

Suddenly, he was drowned out by the overwhelming boos from the audience, but Karkaroff did not seem to be affected at all, and still loudly stated his reasons: "It's too risky, he could be burned to ashes at any time!"

"Although there are different opinions, Harry Potter's total score is still very high, a full 42 points!" Bagman announced. "One warrior's performance has ended, and there are three more waiting in the wings. Please welcome Miss Fleur Delacour from Beauxbatons School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and her opponent, the Welsh Green Dragon!"

The fire dragon researchers have completed the site layout. The green dragon's lair is on the south side of the site, closer to the Black Lake. It is a flat area with huge rocks around for warriors to hide.

The young and beautiful Fleur grabbed most of the attention as soon as she appeared. At least it was difficult for the wizards to take their eyes off her.

"No one can resist Miss Delacour's charm, not even a dragon!" Bagman announced loudly, while paying close attention to the situation on the field.

Furong seemed to have used some magic to amplify her charm, and even the female fire dragon could not stop her.

Therefore, as soon as the game started, the green dragon's eyes were fixed on her.

Fleur chanted a spell loudly, and a lot of shiny dust appeared from all directions. "What is this?" Bagman asked the question on behalf of the audience, "I remember that Miss Delacour's wand core is a Veela hair. Maybe this is some kind of Veela magic."

A cold winter wind blew, bringing with it a cloud of sparkling dust and flying towards the green dragon.

As the green dragon's attention was completely focused on Hibiscus, it was completely indifferent to this magic that had no obvious killing power.

The crystal dust reflected the sunlight, making the green dragon feel a little dazzled. In just a blink of an eye, Hibiscus disappeared from its sight.

"Oh! Miss Delacour has hidden herself, out of the sight of the Welsh Green Dragon. It seems that she has made up her mind to approach quietly..." Bagman tried to lower his voice as much as possible, as if he was afraid of disturbing the green dragon. Even the cheering stands stopped, trying not to cause trouble to Fleur's challenge.

Hiding behind a boulder, Furong was patient, waiting for her magic to take effect little by little.

Her spell is called Pixie Dust, which is a magic that affects enemies through both sight and smell.

However, this trick would not be very effective against intelligent wizards, because any normal person would know to leave the area covered by magic.

But the fire dragon that could not feel the threat immediately could not understand the effect of this spell. The Welsh Green Dragon just felt that his eyelids were getting heavier and heavier, and the surrounding environment was gradually becoming quiet.

It relaxed itself completely and fell into a deep sleep in a few minutes.

"It's asleep! Miss Delacour's magic is working!" Bagman shouted hoarsely, and there were cries of surprise from the audience.

Furong no longer hesitated, jumped out cautiously from her hiding place, and approached the direction of the dragon's lair carefully.

She was lucky, or perhaps it was really due to the luck of a nine-ring spellcaster - the Welsh green dragon's sleeping posture was very indecent, exposing the dragon eggs underneath it completely.

From any angle you look at it, you can see the golden egg in the middle of the nest.

"She succeeded!" Bagman couldn't help but raise his voice. "There was no fight, no roaring, the Welsh Green Dragon was in such a deep sleep! Just a little spark flew out of its nostrils! Everyone knows to be careful to avoid that thing because the sparks from the Swedish Short-nosed Dragon just caught a dragon researcher's robe on fire!"

Furong, who got the golden egg, was obviously a little careless, or she was in a hurry to leave the dragon's cave, so she didn't notice in time that her silk robe was ignited by the green dragon's spray.

The silk burned very quickly, and Furong, feeling the heat, uttered a scream and tried to chant the fire-extinguishing spell for herself. Although her voice had woken up the green dragon, she had already run a long enough distance so she didn't have to worry about the green dragon's flames attacking her again.

"There's no doubt that Miss Delacour also succeeded! Even though she was a little careless at the end, her magic did impress us." Bagman expressed his pertinent opinion as he watched the dragon researchers rush in to help Fleur put out the fire and put the Welsh Green Dragon, which had just woken up, back into a deep sleep.

"...Please invite the judges to give their scores as well - thirty-nine points!" Bagman announced. "Although this score is not as high as Harry's, it is still a good result. At least Delacour got her golden egg."

The audience cheered again, but they also became more disgusted with Karkaroff because he only scored four points this time.

"She's so careless!"

No one cared about Karkaroff's defense.

The whistle blew for the third time, and this time it was Krum who came out. Thanks to his fame, the audience applauded him just as much as Fleur, who had a beautiful face, and Harry, who was playing at home, even though his headmaster had just done something unfair.

"Here comes Viktor Krum! Will he be able to summon a broomstick like Harry? As he's a very famous and active Quidditch player, perhaps his skills will be even better!" Bagman explained rapidly, raising the audience's expectations.

The fire dragon researchers on the field also moved quickly, and the bright red Chinese Fireball Dragon appeared immediately.

Its lair was on a sloping terrain, and the dragon's lair was located at the very top of the slope, which meant that Krum had to attack from above, which was a huge disadvantage for him.

Krum clenched his wand tightly and launched an attack as soon as the fire dragon researchers evacuated the venue. The Chinese Fireball Dragon, who had just woken up from a coma, obviously didn't understand what was going on.

But the intense pain in its eyes made it extremely manic, and it angrily spewed fire in all directions.

"Launch an attack right from the start! Mr. Krum is very confident in his magic. This should be the Eye Disease Spell! The eyes of fire dragons are relatively vulnerable parts of their bodies. Because the other parts covered with scales are shrouded in powerful ancient magic, ordinary spells can hardly break through this defense, so the exposed eyes become a weakness that is not a weakness. By the way, Harry also used this spell in the first game, so the Swedish short-nosed dragon lost its balance due to severe pain and fell from the dragon's lair." Bagman explained in detail.

The Eye Disease Spell is indeed effective against fire dragons. The Chinese Fireball Dragon has a very bad temper and keeps spewing flames furiously, but it can't hit anything.

Krum continued to chant spells to suppress it. He seemed to have decided to consume the fire dragon's strength first.

"Oh! No! The angry fire dragon crushed its own dragon eggs! You can see the egg liquid on the ground, those are real dragon eggs! They are all treasures! The referee will definitely deduct points from him for this!" Bagman was not responsible for the purchase and reimbursement of these dragon eggs, but the expression on Lucius' face was not so good.

The exhausted Chinese Fireball Dragon kept turning its body, trying to figure out from which direction the attack came, but during this interval, the brave Bulgarian Seeker had already taken away the golden egg quickly with a pair of bow legs. The golden egg, which had been stepped on several times by the fire dragon, had been deflated, but at least the shape of the egg could still be seen, unlike its poor brothers and sisters, which had turned into a pool of mucus on the ground.

"Extraordinary courage!" Bagman commented. "Mr. Krum also got his golden egg. Although its condition didn't look good, at least he did it and passed the dragon unscathed."

"Next is the judges' turn to give their scores - Lucius is clearly not very satisfied with the destroyed dragon egg... He also got 39 points, tied for second place with Miss Delacour! They are both ranked behind Harry. Who would have thought? The youngest warrior is actually in the leading position!" Bagman had been driven a little crazy by these series of unexpected events.

"The last warrior to appear is Ivy Doom from Hogwarts! The uncrowned king of Slytherin! Even though I work in the Ministry of Magic, I always hear his name from my colleagues! In fact, this is the second time we meet. The last time was in the box of the World Cup..." Bagman's voice had become hoarse due to continuous shouting, but his passion had not diminished at all. He was not a qualified civil servant, but he was definitely a qualified sports commentator.

"According to the article in the Daily Prophet, this boy came from Hogwarts more than a hundred years ago. He was a fifth-year student at that time. However, this year is his last year at Hogwarts! Let us witness Ivy Doom's magic performance together! I have heard from many sources that this handsome boy has absolute strength to crush a fire dragon, but who knows the specific situation?"

"What's special is that Mr. Doom's opponent is a Hungarian Horntail! It is the most ferocious and largest of the four fire dragons, fifty feet tall, and it is said that the flames can be sprayed forty feet away! And its dragon cave is located on a large open plain, without any usable terrain. I wonder if this will be an obstacle or a help to Mr. Doom!"

As Bagman narrated passionately, Ivy strolled through the dark corridor and entered the venue of the first project.

Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, Ivy flew up into the air, as if standing on an invisible plane. The cold wind lifted the corners of his clothes slightly, causing everyone to exclaim in surprise.

"Fly... fly?" Bagman couldn't believe it. "Without any props, even without taking out a wand, Mr. Doom flew like this?"

Ivy took out his silver lime tree wand and bowed slightly to the surroundings in an elegant manner. He looked like an orchestra conductor who was about to perform on stage, but his orchestra only had a fire dragon that had no artistic talent at all.

The audience was unsure of what he was going to do, so they could only stare in amazement and wait for the next change.

Ivy gently waved his wand, and the venue that had been rationally shaped by many wizards suddenly changed. Many giant stones were neatly cut down and floated quietly around his body.

"A brilliant Slicing Spell! And a silent one at that!" Bagman guessed Ivy's plan for the audience. "Is he planning to use these boulders as weapons? But that would probably smash the dragon eggs as well?"

There were more and more stones floating in the air. Ivy knew the approximate number with just a glance, and then waved his wand again, creating a huge curtain of light.

A light blue curtain of light swept across the huge rocks in front of him, and these rocks of different colors and textures suddenly changed rapidly.

"It's Transfiguration! And it's Transfiguration of multiple targets!" Bagman said immediately. "What kind of weapon will Mr. Doom turn the stone into? A piano?"

There are also violins, violas, cellos, double basses and other string instruments of varying numbers, flutes, piccolo and woodwind instruments consisting of various reed pipes, brass instruments consisting of tubas, trumpets and French horns, and then various percussion instruments, drums of different sizes, triangles and gongs, and even harps and chimes that occupy a huge area...

"He conjured up a whole symphony orchestra!" Bagman watched Ivy use his wand as a baton to conduct the various instrument sections in the venue to test the sound. His voice had lost any emotion, leaving only complete confusion and shock. "Every instrument can produce the correct tone. This is indeed a very advanced Transfiguration. But I don't know how he can use these instruments to conquer a vicious fire dragon... Maybe he has some other means that we don't know about?"

(End of this chapter)