Harry doesn't want to be a wizard, he wants to be a superhero

Chapter 300: Dealing with Rita, the first match begins, kneel down!

Hermione was somewhat annoyed by Fleur clinging to Harry, glaring resentfully at Fleur who was practically glued to him, and said with a forced smile:

"Fleur, the Triwizard Tournament is about to begin. Unlike Harry, you have no interest in winning the Triwizard Tournament. Why aren't you training? Why are you disturbing our reading?"

Fleur could see right through the little girl's thoughts. She gave Hermione a charming smile and said dismissively:

"Harry is the world's top genius and the top potions master. I would benefit greatly from even the smallest thing I can learn from him."

So, my sister isn't just giving up; she's clearly working hard, okay?

Hermione glared at Fleur through gritted teeth, but did not continue to mock her.

Ginny isn't here today, and he's no match for Fleur on his own. That Veela is too good at talking.

Just then, Furong suddenly remembered something, rested her chin on her hand, and smiled sweetly:
"Harry, do you know the details of the first stage of the Triwizard Tournament?"

Harry paid no attention to any of this; he had no intention of competing for the Triwizard Tournament and would leave that opportunity to the younger wizards.

He shook his head, indicating that he did not know, and continued reading "The Complete Guide to Ancient Magic" in his hands.

Fleur guessed that Harry didn't know, and she raised her little head proudly, saying:

"I learned the details of the next level from the principal, do you want me to tell you?"

Harry simply hummed in agreement and didn't ask any further questions.

Seeing this, Fleur seemed a little disappointed, but she quickly cheered up and told Harry the information she had obtained:

"Actually, I don't know the specifics of the first level, but I have a vague idea of ​​what it entails."

We might need to take something from a fire-breathing dragon, oh my god, it's a fire-breathing dragon!

Even Hibiscus was somewhat afraid when faced with a fire dragon.

A single fire dragon often requires several Aurors to deal with, and the most powerful Hungarian Sealed Fire Dragon even requires more than a dozen Aurors working together seamlessly to defeat it.

A young wizard faces a fire dragon alone and even has to steal things from it.

I'm going to die, I'm definitely going to die!

The thought of her body possibly being bitten off by a fire dragon sent a chill down Hibiscus's spine.

He glanced furtively at Harry beside him, only to see him still calmly engrossed in his book, seemingly unfazed by his words.

Due to the powerful chaotic magic, his physical functions were continuously improved.

Even though Harry was only fourteen or fifteen years old, he looked like an adult wizard.

He sat there quietly, his face calm and his demeanor composed, as if he didn't take the terrifying fire dragon seriously. Fleur seemed to see in him the profound knowledge of a master like Dumbledore.

This kind of temperament is quite normal and not particularly noticeable in an elderly professor like Dumbledore.

But when it comes to a young wizard who is only fourteen or fifteen years old, it becomes too captivating.

Unbeknownst to her, Fleur was quietly staring at Harry, forgetting about the dragon and everything else.

However, she was soon awakened by Hermione's loud cough, and glared at Hermione angrily, only to be glared back at by Hermione without any politeness.

The two little witches locked eyes in mid-air, their gazes clashing under the influence of the chaotic, idealistic magic, creating a spectacle of magical sparks.

………………

Soon after, Rita Skeeter's article about the Triwizard Tournament was published.

This article, in Rita Skeeter's usual style, is less a report on the tournament itself and more a embellished description of the personal lives of the participating warriors.

Harry's earlier warnings clearly worked, as the reports about him were all true, but the other three heroes were not so lucky.

Rita Skeeter particularly depicts the complex and intertwined emotional relationships between the four heroes. For example, Krum likes Cedric, but Cedric likes Fleur, who in turn likes Harry, while Harry ends up not being involved with anyone.

While reading this newspaper, Harry, Hermione, and Fleur were browsing books together in the library.

It has to be said that this was the happiest Hermione had ever laughed recently, while Fleur's expression was horribly ugly.

………………

Time quickly came to the start of the Triwizard Tournament. In the tent prepared for the four champions, Harry sat on a stool, calmly flipping through the spellbook in his hands.

But the other three warriors weren't having it so easy. Cedric paced anxiously back and forth in the tent, while Krum sat on a stool with his hands clenched into fists.

Fleur then went to Harry's side, pleading for comfort with a pitiful expression:

"Harry, aren't you nervous at all? Can you tell me your secret? I'm afraid I'll get eaten by a dragon."

Harry turned his head, closed the spellbook in his hand, and smiled at Fleur, saying:

"Don't worry, nothing will happen. At worst, we'll lose the match. This three-way battle is very safe."

Harry knew all too well the strength of Dumbledore and the other professors; even without the other professors, Dumbledore alone could protect all the champions.

Moreover, he himself wouldn't turn a blind eye to it.

Upon learning that there was no danger to her life, Furong breathed a heavy sigh of relief. However, she was not completely relaxed, because she also wanted to win the championship of the Triwizard Tournament and leave a strong mark on the history of the three schools.

Suddenly, the tent behind Harry shook, and Miss Otter, with her long, fluffy hair, rushed into the tent and hugged Harry's arm.

She pulled Harry forcefully towards her, keeping him as far away from Fleur as possible, and said with concern:
"Harry, you weren't nervous before the match, were you? Let me give you a massage, that should help you relax."

Although Harry wasn't nervous at all, he wouldn't refuse Miss Otter's kindness and thanked her gratefully:

"Thank you, Hermione, I feel much better now."

Fleur narrowed her eyes slightly, taking back her earlier words; she had underestimated Hermione, this little witch.

This bold and mature little witch could pose a great threat to her.

But Fleur had no intention of giving up. The equally bold Hermione was never short of courage; she would fight for anything she wanted, whether it was the Triwizard Tournament or her ideal partner. So Fleur stepped forward, grabbed Harry's other arm, and with even greater strength than Hermione, pulled him towards her, smiling seductively:
“Hermione, you’re still too young and your fingers aren’t strong enough. Let me take care of Harry. I’ll look after him.”

Hermione glared at Fleur, her gaze fierce, like that of an angry beaver:
"No, you wretched woman, stay away from Harry, he doesn't like you like this."

“No, does Harry really not like it? Ask him,” Fleur retorted with a smile.

Harry certainly doesn't hate Hermione, but he won't hurt her feelings, so of course he won't say it out loud.

Just as he was about to take sides, a shutter clicked.

An old camera flashed, capturing the moment Harry and Hermione embraced.

Rita Skeeter walked in with a cameraman carrying an old-fashioned camera. She stared excitedly at Harry and Hermione, her expression ambiguous, and said:
"Oh my god, look at these two young people, falling in love for the first time, this is really exciting news."

Hermione was furious about Rita Skeeter's surreptitious filming and angrily rebuked her:
"Rita Skeeter, destroy the photos!"

Rita Skeeter, of course, wasn't afraid of Hermione's scolding. She shook her head and said to Harry with a fawning expression:

"Mr. Potter, please let me keep this photo; it may serve as a beautiful memento between you."

Harry shook his head and said calmly:

"Hermione said you have to destroy the photos, but I can help you if you don't want to."

This photo is definitely headline material for the next newspaper, and Rita Skeeter certainly doesn't want to ruin it.

Moreover, unlike the last time when the two of them were alone in the small dark room, they are now in a tent next to the Three Kingdoms Tournament venue, where four warriors are staying.

It's unlikely that even Harry Potter would lay a hand on her, since that would be illegal.

However, just in case, Rita Skeeter secretly winked at the cameraman next to her, signaling him to leave first.

She herself stepped forward, blocking Harry and Hermione's view.

“Hey, you two little wizards, relax. It’s just a picture. I won’t do anything to you.”

Harry raised an eyebrow; how could someone as experienced as him not guess Rita Skeeter's plans?
He helplessly spread his hands and said, "But I'm planning to do something to you."

Harry didn't draw his wand; that would be too obvious. He didn't even make any extra movements; he simply tapped his clothes lightly with his index finger.

The next moment, a green light suddenly appeared on the old camera, and then the camera suddenly exploded!

Rita Skeeter was furious. She wanted to yell at Harry and ask him why he had done this.
But Harry anticipated Rita Skeeter's plan and secretly cast another spell, transforming Rita Skeeter and the photographer into two toads who hopped out of the tent together.

They would need to turn into toads for several hours before they could turn back. During this time, they would not be in danger because Harry had cast a banishing charm on them, which could banish all living beings.

Fleur, who witnessed the whole thing, looked regretful. She had been looking forward to appearing in the newspaper with Harry, even if there was a third wheel in the photo.

However, being a clever green tea bitch, Furong knew what she should do at this moment, and she worriedly said:

"Harry, will this be alright? Even though Rita Skeeter is an unscrupulous reporter, she still wields considerable influence in the wizarding world."

If she were to publicize your actions against her, your reputation would certainly be affected, and you might even be imprisoned in Azkaban.

Hearing Fleur's words, Hermione looked at Harry with concern. Her expression was not as charming as Fleur's, but it was more innocent and heartfelt.

Harry shook his head, reassuring the two:
“It’s alright. When I cast the spell, I also cast a forgetting spell on them, so they won’t remember what just happened.”

Fleur immediately complimented, "Harry, you're amazing."

Hermione glared at Fleur again. What an annoying woman.

Just then, Bagman walked into the tent, wearing the old Hornets uniform, and smiled at the group of young wizards, saying:
"Alright, now that everyone is here, it's time to give you a brief introduction."

Now you will take turns drawing a model from this small bag. They are of different kinds, and each kind corresponds to a type of fire dragon that you need to challenge.
Oh, right, I forgot to tell you, your first task is to retrieve the golden egg from beside the fire dragon. No matter what method you use, as long as you get the golden egg, you've succeeded.

The sound of hurried footsteps and lively chatter could be heard outside, indicating that the audience had begun to enter.

Furong, being a girl, was the first to step forward. She reached into her bag and said casually:
"There's nothing to be afraid of, let me be the first one."

She took her trembling hand out of the cloth bag and pulled out a green doll, a small green fire dragon that was still roaring.

Bagman loudly announced the answer: "Our first warrior, Fleur, is tasked with the Welsh Green Dragon."

Next up was Krum. He appeared calmer, but was still a little nervous at the crucial moment. He drew a bright red fire dragon doll, which was a Chinese fireball.

Cedric quickly reached into his pocket and pulled out a silver-blue Swedish short-nosed dragon.

The last one, without a doubt, is the Hungarian Horned Bee Fire Dragon, which is also the most difficult fire dragon to deal with.

Harry pulled out a Hungarian thorn bee tinder doll, shrugged, and joked:
"It seems I'm out of luck; I've been chosen as the most difficult one. It looks like I'll have a hard time passing the test."

No one took his words seriously. If he couldn't pass the test, then the other three warriors were even less likely to.

Soon the first test began, with Cedric from Hogwarts being the first to go.

The roars of the dragon, the gasps of the audience, and the faint cries of pain from Cedric could be heard from outside.

The sound made Krum and Fleur even more nervous, but Harry observed the outside world through the tent using the observation runes. Cedric's situation was better than Harry had expected, and he would probably pass the test and win the golden egg soon.

As expected, Cedric passed the test quickly, and Krum was next.

Krum was probably the strongest warrior after Harry, and he passed the test with ease.

After Krum came Fleur, the little witch who was trembling from head to toe; she was clearly not as composed as she had been before.

As she gripped her wand tightly, preparing to leave, she turned to look at Ali, a grim smile appearing on her face, her allure gone:

"Harry, can I have a hug to encourage me?"

Harry readily agreed, and as soon as he opened his arms, Fleur rushed into his embrace and held him tightly.

A few seconds later, Fleur gave Harry a bright smile, then resolutely stepped out of the tent and headed to the arena.

(End of this chapter)