A magical journey that begins at Hogwarts

Aaron barely managed to hold them off using only his shapeshifting ability and exceptional physical abilities. He wouldn't use dragon-slaying magic unless absolutely necessary, as it was too mana-intensive.

Seven or eight minutes later, Bagman's excited voice came from the referee's stand: "Miss Delacour has won the golden egg! The fourth warrior has successfully completed the competition."

The audience cheered enthusiastically for her. Although Aaron became the focus of the entire arena with his unbelievable fighting style, it did not mean that she did not try her best.

She passed the competition without injury, and her performance was excellent compared to the top three warriors.

In area two, Hibiscus almost cried while holding the golden egg.

It's really tough. The three senior wizards were evenly matched, but the competition rules are just too unfair.

First, the weakest, Harry Potter, used his flying skills to get the golden egg, leaving the fiercest Hungarian Tree-Peak Dragon on the field. Then, Krum got the golden egg, leaving the Chinese Fireball Dragon, who was furious because of his eye injury, on the field. Finally, Cedric Diggory's Swedish Short-nosed Dragon...

The problem is that both the Red Ball Dragon and the Short-nosed Dragon seem to have their sights set on her, forcing her hypnotic magic to be interrupted each time.

If it weren't for the fact that there was a random person in the team who was constantly drawing hatred towards her, she would have suspected that she was being targeted.

Maxim, on the referee's stand, breathed a heavy sigh of relief. Fleur's ability to successfully retrieve the golden egg under such circumstances had already proven her capabilities; she faced far more pressure than the top three warriors.

"The time has finally come." Aaron was so excited that he almost cried tears of joy, and he ran as fast as he could towards area four.

Being sandwiched by a three-headed dragon is no joke, but now as long as we get the golden egg guarded by the Australian egg white, everything will be over.

The final level was cleared without any major accidents, so Sister Adrian's requirements were met.

Click!

At this moment, the magical barrier in area two was lifted, and the Welsh Green Dragon seemed to sense something and slowly stood up.

It glanced at Fleur Delacour, who was holding the golden egg, before turning its attention to Aaron, who was running at full speed.

The Welsh Green Dragon is the least troublesome of the fire dragons, and it will even actively avoid humans, but Aaron's words in dragon language just now really angered it.

Chapter 372 A Masterful Illusion, a Powerful Model Student

"Ahhh...the finish line..."

Aaron, having exhausted all his strength, ran past the three-headed dragon on foot and entered Zone 4, panting heavily.

The Australian protein expert noticed a flicker of surprise in his eyes, which was quickly followed by a humane appreciation.

The golden egg was steadily pushed out and rolled in the direction he had run from.

Get on the road.

Aaron immediately realized that Eggshell Eyes was a good dragon, and that giving it only one sheep a day was too much of a waste; he had to double its amount.

Just as Aaron reached out his hand, a sharp whooshing sound suddenly rang in his ears.

He instinctively shifted to the side, and a greenish claw landed beside him.

The golden egg was propelled more than ten meters by the shockwave. Aaron's gaze followed the golden light upwards, and what came into view was a Welsh green dragon with an emerald green body.

Shit!

I'd forgotten about you.

"One against four." Bagman's commentary rang out from the referee's stand. "We are really lucky that the first Triwizard Tournament to be held again after more than a century is so exciting."

Without further ado, let's enjoy the performance of Warriors' Aaron Gaius.

Upon hearing this, Aaron's face darkened, and his already depressed mood became even more so.

Why are you so happy? My chance to get away unscathed is gone just like that!

"Haha!" Aaron smiled gently with practiced ease and spoke in Dragon Language with an apologetic tone, "It was just a misunderstanding."

Roar!

The Welsh green dragon roared close to his face, and Aaron instinctively waved his hand, smelling the disgusting stench.

But this action enraged it again, and it swung its sharp claws without hesitation.

Aaron immediately raised his shield to block, but the stone shield was no different from mud in front of the dragon and was easily shattered. He himself was also thrown more than ten meters away.

At the same time, the Short-nosed Dragon, Fireball Dragon, and Tree Peak Dragon landed in Area 4, surrounding Aaron with their four heads.

"Well, the worst has happened." Aaron sighed, his eyes scanning the arena until he spotted the golden egg behind the Tree Peak Dragon.

He was less than fifty meters away, but it seemed like an insurmountable chasm.

Damn! It's practically impossible to get through a four-headed dragon's attack without revealing some of your abilities.

"Everyone, if I have done anything wrong, I apologize. There's no need to keep pressing this issue!"

However, he was met with four pairs of cold, vertical pupils, each filled with flames of rage.

They didn't take Aaron seriously at first, but he kept provoking them.

Dragons are inherently proud, and even a dragon whisperer cannot insult their dignity like this, so several dragon heads of different species reached a tacit agreement at once.

"Alright! Then there's nothing to discuss."

Aaron shook his head helplessly, a ball of red flame appearing in each of his hands, assuming a stance ready for a final battle.

The Hungarian Tree-Peak Dragon lashed out its tail, the Chinese Fireball Dragon and the Welsh Green Dragon swung their claws, and the Swedish Short-nosed Dragon flew into the air and spewed out its dragon breath, sealing off its last escape route.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Boom...

After a fierce collision, all three-headed dragons except for the short-nosed dragon let out painful howls.

These are all female dragons about to incubate their eggs, and their mournful cries are enough to make one's heart clench.

Everyone looked curiously into the arena. The blue and white flames had been extinguished, and the three fire dragons were each clutching their injured claws and tails.

Aaron, who was surrounded by them, remained motionless. He was not injured at all, and even his collar was no different from before.

Snapped!

Aaron snapped his fingers and picked up the last golden egg from behind the Welsh green dragon.

As he appeared, Aaron, who was surrounded by dragons, vanished as a phantom.

"It would be too unwise to confront you head-on." Aaron provocatively raised the golden egg in front of the four-headed dragon. "The match is over. I won this time."

Before the dragons could react, dozens of dragon trainers who had been guarding the edge of the enclosure immediately stepped forward to calm them down.

"Is this an illusion?" Bagman said with some doubt. "But it's too realistic!"

But nothing else matters now; Mr. Gaius has obtained the golden egg and successfully passed the first challenge of the first Triwizard Tournament.

Slytherin erupted in enthusiastic cheers, which were joined by others, including Durmstrang and Beauxbatons students.

Although Aaron was the last to pass, his ability was absolutely unquestionable. Unlike Harry, he didn't take any shortcuts and instead delivered a brilliant performance.

Not to mention he also covered for the others; if it weren't for him, the other three warriors besides Harry would definitely not have only suffered minor injuries.

"A very clever illusion." Dumbledore clapped with a smile. With his abilities, he could naturally see through the illusion, but most people couldn't, only realizing it after the game was over.

“What’s even more ingenious is his method,” Adrian said, rubbing Abe’s head with some dissatisfaction. “From beginning to end, he only used one special magic that I don’t understand. That’s the tradition of the Gaius family: if they can hide one part, they will never reveal two.”

"It's okay, there are still two more events left. I'm sure I can force him to reveal more of his tricks."

Upon hearing this, Dumbledore's smile deepened, and he couldn't have been happier.

Adrian was naturally pleased with the idea. He had always wanted to know Aaron's true strength, but he had never had the chance. He never expected that the Triwizard Tournament would actually fulfill his wish.

“It’s time to score,” Barty Crouch reminded everyone. “Give our last warrior, who is also the best warrior.”

The judges raised their wands, and numbers shot out from them.

Barty Crouch gave it a 9, Ludo Bagman gave it a 10, Dumbledore gave it a 10, Maxim gave it a 9, and Karkaroff only gave it an 8.

The full score is fifty, and Aaron got forty-six.

He was fairly satisfied with the score, considering he was aiming for the championship, and naturally, the more points he scored in the first event, the better.

As soon as he left the venue, Draco and a group of Slytherins surrounded him with smiles.

“It’s amazing that you can fight a dragon head-on.” Draco said, pointing to the badge on his body. “I think it’s necessary to change the design.”

"There's no need for that. This is already enough to upset me."

“That’s a four-headed dragon! How did you do that?” Naylor asked incredulously. “And dragon language? We had no idea you had that ability.”

“Talent, mainly talent, is something you can’t envy,” Aaron replied seriously.

“You can praise someone anytime,” Professor Snape said, “but for now, let Gaius go and see Madam Pomfrey.”

Aaron needs a quiet place to rest; no one should disturb him, at least not the Slytherins.

“Professor,” Aaron said, touched, “you understand me best.”

“Go ahead!” Snape nodded gently. “Do you need someone to escort you?”

“We can do it.” Several senior and junior students immediately stepped forward.

"No need for that," Aaron decisively refused, then turned and walked towards the tent.

Just then, Abe ran over and bumped into Aaron's arms.

"Don't worry, your master is fine!" Aaron comforted him, but his lips twitched as soon as he finished speaking.

Because there was a ring of dragon fruit seeds around the edge of Abe's mouth, this guy was clearly carefree, still having the mood to eat while he was adventuring and fighting.

Aaron stepped into the tent and smelled an indescribable odor.

Three of the four warriors were here, and Fleur was drinking a bottle of potion of unknown color in her seat.

Madam Pomfrey was applying a bottle of steaming purple solution to Cedric's wound, while Harry sat beside him with a thick bandage wrapped around his shoulder.

"Both of you are seriously injured!" Aaron exclaimed.

"It's alright! I'll be fine after a couple of days of rest," Cedric laughed.

"Two days?" Ms. Pomfrey said angrily. "If you don't want to be disfigured, you'd better take a week to recover properly."

“Understood, Ms. Pomfrey, I will do as you say.” Cedric shrugged, then looked at Aaron meaningfully. “Thanks to you, otherwise it wouldn’t have been a minor injury.”

If other fire dragons were to invade our territory, the consequences would be unimaginable.

"Don't misunderstand," Aaron waved his hand and said, "I'm not doing this for you guys. This is Adrian's first major event. If someone gets seriously injured in the first event, she won't give me a good look."

Cedric paused for a moment, his lips twitching, and said, "Anyway, thank you this time."

"Um..." Hibiscus walked over looking embarrassed, "I apologize, I always thought you were..."