I'm the King of Curry at Hogwarts

Chapter 267 Hungarian Wood Bee

Time always flies, especially when everyone is praying that time will slow down—nobody wants to rush into facing those dragons, that's for sure.

When the noise outside started, Mr. Bagman jumped up from his seat and began to untie the purple silk bag.

"How time flies..." Fleur said softly, and Marilyn next to her nodded hurriedly, as did Durmstrang's classmates.

Louis understood him very well. When he was in the third grade of elementary school, he had to represent his school in a performance, and when he was waiting in front of the stage, he felt that time flew by.

Of course, that was in his past life, in a group's recorder performance, where he was just a charlatan.

"Ladies first—" Bagman drawled, hesitating whether to give the bag to Catherine, Fleur, or Marilyn first, but in the end he gave the bag to Catherine: "The host should go first, I think you have no objections."

Fleur certainly wouldn't object, after all, Catherine was her benefactor; and Marilyn certainly wouldn't object either—she didn't want to be the first to draw.

She was now in tears, wondering why she had thought the Beauxbatons were such a coveted position back then, and even cried over such a worthless spot. Now she wished she could travel back in time and slap her past self 1,682 times across the face.

There's no going back now, so all I can do is wait and try to draw that adorable character.

Catherine didn't say anything. She stood up and bowed slightly to Mr. Bagman. She reached into her bag with her white lace-gloved hand and quickly pulled out a small, lifelike black dragon. The dragon spread its wings and showed its tiny fangs to Catherine. A number tag with the number one on it hung around its neck.

Catherine frowned as she looked at the little fire dragon that was still baring its teeth at her, a hint of displeasure on her face. She disliked this arrogant fellow.

"Oh, it seems our Miss Wore isn't so lucky. The Hungarian Hornet is the most aggressive of all dragons—" Mr. Bagman said, then, seeing that he had attracted everyone's attention, he smiled and said, "I know what you're all expecting. Without a doubt, the Hungarian Hornet is recognized as the most dangerous and aggressive dragon in the world."

Upon hearing this, the warriors exchanged glances and all breathed a sigh of relief.

It's good that the most dangerous part has been removed...

Next, it was Fleur and Marilyn's turn. Fleur reached in and pulled out a small green dragon, which looked quite docile, dozing in her palm—she was the luckiest, drawing the least desirable Welsh green dragon, with a number tag attached that read "number three." Marilyn was also lucky; she drew an Australian white-eyed dragon—unlike most dragons that prefer to live in the mountains, Australian white-eyed dragons inhabit valleys. They are about ten meters long, of moderate size, and are named "white-eyed" because their eyes lack pupils.

This is a relatively non-aggressive dragon, rarely engaging in killing unless extremely hungry. Its favorite food is sheep, but it is understood that it will also attack larger prey, though this usually occurs when it is extremely hungry.

Marilyn's Australian white eyeliner has the number four written on it.

Next up were the two Hogwarts champions. Cedric seemed to be praying, though it was unclear who he was praying to. In any case, he touched a small, silver-blue dragon—a Swedish short-nosed dragon—with the number two written on it. Harry, on the other hand, didn't seem to have much luck. He drew a dragon he had seen before: a red Norwegian Spinosaurus—the same Norwegian Spinosaurus that Hagrid had kept in his first year.

The Norwegian Spinosaurus was dangerous. Although it didn't look as ferocious as some other fire-breathing dragons, it was quite irritable. It had sharp fangs, liked to hunt large animals, and was the first fire-breathing dragon to be able to breathe fire. In other words, it was very good at breathing fire.

"Wow, a dragon from my hometown..." Mr. Bagman exclaimed with a smile upon seeing the small, green, horned fire-breathing dragon that Vasily had captured. He quickly corrected himself, "Oh, sorry, Mr. Petrenko, I forgot you're not Romanian... Well, this dragon is a Romanian longhorned dragon. They're muscular and strong, and as you can see, it has horns on its head. When it hunts, it likes to first pierce its prey with its horns, and then breathe fire to roast it..."

Upon hearing this, Vasily involuntarily shuddered.

That's terrifying!

Finally, there's Viktor Krum, who drew the Seres Fireball Dragon, also known as the Lion Dragon due to its volatile temper. It's intelligent and incredibly agile, but easily provoked—however, that doesn't stop it from being dangerous.

Krum didn't say anything, glanced up at Mr. Crouch, and plopped back down in his seat.

"Alright, you've all received them," Mr. Bagman said. "You've all drawn the dragons you'll be facing. Yes, these items represent the types of dragons you'll encounter. The numbers around their necks indicate your order of participation in the competition, understand? Each of them protects a golden egg. Your task is simple: retrieve the golden egg—this task is mandatory because the golden egg contains clues. Without it, you cannot proceed to the next stage..."

"Alright, I need to leave you all for a bit now, because I'm going to be the commentator for the audience... Miss Worley, you're the first one. As soon as you hear the whistle, go into that area, understand?"

At this point, Mr. Bagman changed the subject and said gently to Harry, "Harry, may I speak with you for a moment? Let's go outside."

"Oh...okay..." Harry said blankly, standing up and walking out of the tent with Mr. Bagman.

The atmosphere inside the tent was almost frozen; none of the warriors wanted to break the silence—in other words, no one wanted to be the first to speak. The saying "silence is golden" was being practiced to the fullest extent by them at this moment.

After an unknown amount of time, Cedric broke the silence first, laughing heartily as he said, "Dragon..."

Then, seeing everyone looking at him, he scratched his head and added, "Haha... I hope the dragon we're facing doesn't go crazy."

"I hope so." Krum nodded, glanced at Louis, and then lowered his head and said nothing more.

After an unknown period of silence, the whistle blew, and Catherine stood up, glanced at the warriors, and then leaned down to kiss Louis on the cheek.

"Be careful." It was impossible for Louis not to be nervous. Seeing Catherine's smile, he immediately said, "Never mind, I'll go check it out too..."

He felt even more nervous now than if he were going up there himself—to be honest, he wouldn't have been nervous at all if he were going up there himself. It wasn't that he didn't trust Catherine, but rather... it was simply nervousness stemming from concern.

Concern can lead to confusion.

"Good luck, Miss Worley," Fleur said.

Catherine turned back and smiled gently at Fleur. At this moment, the warriors all offered their blessings to Catherine. Whether they were sincere or not, Catherine didn't care. She simply nodded slightly in acknowledgment and then walked gracefully out of the tent, leaving without a trace.

As I went outside, I saw Harry walking this way.

"Good luck, Catherine," Harry grinned.

"Hmm." Catherine nodded in agreement and took Louis's hand as they walked toward the center of the field.

They walked past the bushes and through a gap in the fence—before them lay the playing field, much wider than the Quidditch pitch. Louis remembered clearly that this area had originally been a wasteland; it seemed the Ministry of Magic had put in the work, otherwise how could such a magnificent field have been built overnight?

It was like the Colosseum in ancient Rome—calling it a Colosseum would be an understatement, as the arena wasn't actually that rugged. Instead, the center of the arena was filled with jagged, steep rocks, and on the highest rock sat a golden egg that shone brightly in the sunlight.

Above the golden egg stood the Hungarian wood bee, crouching uneasily, guarding the egg with its wings half-folded. Its fierce yellow vertical pupils were fixed on Catherine, who was walking into the inner part of the arena from the outside.

"Warley! Warley! Warley!" The Hogwarts students chanted Catherine's name frantically. At this moment, the students forgot about the house divisions. Now, the only person on the field was the warrior from Hogwarts—Catherine Warley.

Louis squeezed his way up the stands, parting his classmates to reach the professors' seats. His mother was sitting with Solanlian and Ye Ziyan, the three sisters chatting and laughing, completely oblivious to Catherine standing below.

Especially Solanlian, who was holding a handful of sunflower seeds.

Louis walked over, hooked his finger around Solanlian's cheek, and asked with some displeasure, "Hey Lianlian, aren't you worried about Catherine? That's a Hungarian wood bee, the most dangerous fire dragon!"

"Why worry about her?" Solanlian snorted. "You've trained that little girl to be better than me. I think what we need to worry about is that Hungarian wood wasp."

Louis glanced helplessly at Solanlian. Well, never mind, there's nothing to say. He turned his worried gaze to the field. He knew he couldn't be as carefree as Solanlian; he was incredibly nervous right now.

However, from an angle he couldn't see, Solanlian's toes were almost tearing through the soles of her shoes. She forced herself to pretend to be indifferent, but in reality, she didn't dare to look at the center of the field.

Solanian was much more nervous than Louis.

Emma knew her best friend's personality and didn't expose her, but simply poured her a cup of tea.

On the judges' stand, Karkarov saw the nonchalant Catherine and muttered disdainfully, "Who does she think she is? Does she really think the first event is some kind of child's play? Look at her, still wearing a skirt..."

Yes, Catherine was still wearing her usual clothes, and even had seven or eight green and white ribbons tied in her hair. When she stood before the Hungarian Hornet, the entire hall erupted in cheers once again, and the Slytherins raised their green flags embroidered with the golden name "Catherine Worre" high, shouting Catherine's name loudly.

The divisions were quite clear: the Slytherin section was filled with Catherine's flags or name banners, while the Gryffindor section was all Harry's, and the Hufflepuff section was all Cedric's—poor Eagle House, seemingly an outsider, but that didn't stop them from joining the ranks of those cheering for Catherine.

In such a fervent atmosphere, there was no room for any distinction between schools. Even Harry or Cedric would cheer them on, because at this moment, they were not only representing their own school, but also Hogwarts, fighting for Hogwarts.

The Hungarian hornet is enormous. From a distance, if the Hungarian hornet is the size of a palm, then Catherine is smaller than a little finger in comparison. The Hungarian hornet dragon is covered in thick scales. It violently twists its spiky tail, slamming it against the ground with a crackling sound, leaving several meters long, cratered marks on the hard stone.

"Oh—" the students exclaimed in surprise. The giant dragon in front of them could even leave marks on the hardest rock, which was something they had never expected.

"Ladies and gentlemen, students—" Mr. Bagman's voice rang out, "The Triwizard Tournament, which hasn't been held for many years, is officially beginning—and now we are proceeding with the first event of our Triwizard Tournament: to seize the golden eggs from the lair guarded by fire dragons!"

"Of course, this project carries a certain degree of danger, but I believe our warriors will overcome all difficulties and complete the test—therefore, I declare the competition officially open!"

"The first warrior to enter is Miss Catherine Worley from Slytherin House at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. She will face the most dangerous, infamous, and ferocious dragon—the Hungarian Hornet!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the arena erupted in cheers even louder than before, and the Hogwarts students could be heard chanting "Worre" in unison.

Louis noticed that although Solanlian didn't turn her head to look at the center of the field, she kept glancing in that direction out of the corner of her eye.

She's such a proud and arrogant girl; like mother, like daughter.

The students' shouts seemed to enrage the fire dragon on the field. The Hungarian hornet wriggled restlessly, and if it weren't for the iron chain around its neck, it probably would have taken flight on the spot and given the little human with long hair a small fire dragon shock.

"Roar!" The fire dragon roared furiously, the sound waves from its roar stirring up pebbles. Catherine calmly watched the roaring fire dragon in front of her and slowly took out the Leaf Wand from her pocket.

(End of this chapter)