I'm the King of Curry at Hogwarts

Chapter 269 Egg-Grabbing Landing Battle

Cedric lived up to his reputation as the last hope of Hufflepuff, and the entire crowd rose to their feet and cheered for him the moment he appeared.

Inside the contestants' tents, Fleur, like a relay runner, began pacing back and forth after Cedric left, trying to calm herself down. Suddenly, a scream erupted from the crowd, startling Fleur so much she nearly fell to the ground.

"Oh dear, that was dangerous! That was a close call!" Mr. Bagman's commentary came over the loudspeaker. "I think his Hufflepuff qualities were shining brightly at that moment—unyielding, tenacious. He's a true Hufflepuff—ah, look, he tried another method, but unfortunately, he still failed."

Off the field, Cedric was locked in a tense standoff with the Swedish short-nosed dragon—in truth, whether a fire dragon was fierce or not didn't make much difference to sixth-grade students—even the weakest Welsh green dragon was beyond their capabilities.

What would it feel like? It's like a seven-year-old child facing a Bengal tiger and a Siberian tiger. Although the Bengal tiger is the smallest of the tigers, it is still deadly to a child. You can't beat either of them, so it's not much different from facing a Siberian tiger.

After several failed attempts, Cedric saw the rock that Catherine had just moved. A plan suddenly came to him, and he waved his wand, turning it into a Newfoundland hound.

The Newfoundland hound, formed from rock, immediately noticed the Swedish short-nosed dragon circling around. It barked wildly at the dragon and, at Cedric's command, began running around it.

Cedric's guess was correct; the Swedish short-nosed dragon indeed abandoned him and turned its attention to the hunting dog instead.

Perhaps it was the little hound's incessant barking that angered the Swedish short-nosed dinosaur, which flapped its wings and flew towards the hound. Cedric seized the opportunity and quickly scrambled towards the short-nosed dinosaur's den.

But the Swedish short-nosed dinosaur seemed to have gone mad; halfway through its flight, it suddenly changed its mind, making a sharp turn in mid-air and attacking Cedric instead. Unfortunately for it, Cedric was quick; he had already reached into the nest and retrieved the golden egg.

The Swedish short-nosed dragon, enraged by its impotence, opened its mouth and spewed a flame at Cedric, who dodged it with a lazy roll.

"Beautiful! Diggory successfully dodged the Swedish Brachydios's fiery attack..." Mr. Bagman said, then suddenly added, "Ah, he dodged it, but not completely. We can see that the Swedish Brachydios's flames burned Diggory's handsome little face. Well, let's hope it doesn't affect his good looks. The young man doesn't even have a girlfriend yet..."

"Now it's time for the scoring! Let's begin!"

Dumbledore gave him an eight, deducting points because of the minor injury, which lasted a bit too long. Mr. Lovegood gave Cedric a thumbs up and a ten for his wit—though it's also possible that his good relationship with Cedric's father, Amos, led him to favor him with a ten.

Mrs. Maxim also gave it a high score of nine, and Mr. Bagman gave it a high score of ten—it seems that Mr. Amos Diggory is quite popular.

Finally, Karkaroff gave it a score of five with a conflicted expression, causing an uproar. Of course, his reason was the same as Dumbledore's: Cedric was injured.

"Well done, Cedric." Louis gave Cedric a thumbs up as he walked up. The big boy smiled excitedly, handed the golden egg to his classmate Hufflepuff next to him, and hugged his father Amos.

"Son, I knew you could do it! I knew you could do it..." Mr. Diggory kept saying, his excitement barely concealed.

Cedric was the pride of his life.

"Pretty boy..." Draco muttered in a very soft voice. For some reason, many of his male classmates didn't seem to like Cedric very much.

Maybe it's because this kid has no flaws, not even in terms of character—most importantly, it's because he's too handsome.

"Diggory's final score is—forty-two points! Next up is—Ms. Fleur Delacour from Beauxbatons, who will face—the Welsh Green Dragon!"

After Mr. Bagman finished speaking, Hibiscus emerged from the tent and made a dazzling appearance.

As a girl with Veela blood, she possessed stunning beauty, immediately eliciting enthusiastic cheers—along with a few boos, mostly from girls.

After taking the stage, Fleur politely bowed to everyone, then took out her wand and looked at the green dragon that was obviously slacking off, still struggling with which strategy to use.

The two stared at each other until the Welsh green dragon finally grew impatient. It raised its head and made a long roaring motion, but made no sound. Its wings also made a flapping motion. Hibiscus was on high alert and quickly got into a fighting stance, constantly scanning the area out of the corner of her eye to see where she could hide.

But she had clearly misunderstood. The green dragon had no intention of attacking at all. It actually opened its mouth wide and yawned, then lay down on its nest, though its yellow eyes were still fixed on Furong.

Good grief, you were stretching just now, weren't you? — You must have been stretching, right?

Furong was speechless for a moment. She looked at the Welsh green dragon that was dozing off, but she didn't take it lightly. Instead, she cast a spell. After the Welsh green dragon was hit by the spell, it even closed its eyes. Before long, deafening snoring filled the arena.

Mr. Bagman realized that Fleur had used a hypnotic spell, and in order not to disturb the green dragon's peaceful sleep, he chose to remain silent.

Hibiscus climbed up the nest without any trouble, grabbed the golden egg, and excitedly held it up.

But as the saying goes, one shouldn't be too complacent—it's not that the green dragon woke up at such a dangerous moment, but rather that something the dragon ate wrong, he snored and breathed out a blue-white flame from his nose, which directly set Hibiscus's skirt on fire.

Fortunately, the angle wasn't quite right, and only the hem of Furong's skirt was burned; otherwise, she would have suffered for the next few days.

Hibiscus remained calm under pressure. She used her wand to cast a spell called "Clear Water Like a Spring," extinguishing the fire on her skirt.

When Fleur also went up to the stands and came to stand next to Mrs. Maxim, Mr. Bagman finally began to speak: "Well done, Miss Delacour from Beauxbatons. She skillfully used a hypnotic charm and dealt with the dragon effortlessly. The only downside is that the dragon was probably sleeping too soundly, because it burned Miss Delacour's dress while snoring... Luckily, Miss Delacour reacted quickly, otherwise she would have been exposed..."

"Alright, now it's time for the scoring!"

Mrs. Maxim openly protected her son, taking the lead by giving him a perfect score of ten. Dumbledore gave him a high score of nine, the same as Mr. Lovegood; the good-natured Mr. Bagman gave him eight, as a passionate Quidditch player, he didn't particularly like this conventional approach; Karkaroff, as shameless as ever, reluctantly gave him a six.

"Miss Delacour's final score is—forty-two points! Now, please welcome our next contestant—also from Beauxbatons—Miss Marilyn Chabanor! She will be facing the dragon of fire—Australian Egg White Eyes!"

Cheers erupted, and Marilyn stepped forward, tossing her flaxen hair and gracefully bowing to the crowd.

Then, she looked up at the dragon. It must be said that the Australian white-eyed dragon is one of the most beautiful of all. Its pearly scales display a rainbow color, which is very beautiful and colorful. The white eyes without pupils are not scary at all, but sparkle and are colorful.

According to zoological principles, good-looking animals generally have good temperaments, and the Australian white-eyed creature clearly falls into this category. Marilyn, of course, was also aware of the characteristics of the Australian white-eyed creature. After Madam Maxim revealed that the match would involve facing a dragon, she spent a lot of time studying in the Hogwarts library. This time, she was truly well-prepared.

Now that she knew the strategy, Marilyn decided to stop acting in order to get a high score. She beckoned and produced several sheep from behind the artificial hill—she used Transfiguration to create them, of course, without letting Egg White Eyes know.

She drove the flock of sheep forward, politely gesturing for the Australian white-eyed goat to come down and enjoy the egg, and pointed to the golden egg in the Australian white-eyed goat's nest, implying, "How about I trade you a sheep for an egg?"

The Australian eggshell shook its head. Even if it loves eating sheep, it can't trade its own eggs for them, can it?

Marilyn was very bold. She put her wand back in her pocket, raised her hands to indicate that she meant no harm, and led the sheep step by step toward the Australian White Eye.

"No wonder he's from France, look at that hand gesture, so authentic," Louis said to Catherine, clicking his tongue in appreciation.

Marilyn, of course, had no idea what Louis had said, and even if she did, she probably wouldn't care. After all, she was a true member of the Plain White Banner of old Paris, and this gesture was a family tradition, since her grandfather had followed the Grand Marshal into Vichy.

The Australian protein-eyed creature stared at the tiny figure in front of it, making no move until the little one crawled into its nest.

Marilyn grew bolder, handing the sheep up and pointing to the golden egg.

The eggshell-eyed creature noticed the difference between the golden egg and its own—Australian eggshell-eyed creatures' eggs are grayish-white, often mistaken for fossils by Muggles. Being quite intelligent, it immediately realized the golden egg wasn't its own. Tempted by the delicious sheep, it nodded, stretched out its nose, and nudged the golden egg out of its nest.

It means you can take it now.

Marilyn immediately picked up the golden egg and hopped away from the Australian eggshell's nest.

Instead of rushing up there, she cast a megaphone spell on herself and loudly requested the staff to send over a few sheep, offering to pay for them herself.

The staff fulfilled her request, and Marilyn breathed a sigh of relief when she saw the genuine Australian sheep delivered to her.

"It seems our Miss Chabanor is very trustworthy. If she said she would exchange a sheep for a golden egg, she would definitely give us the real Australian sheep with the white eyes, not a fake sheep conjured up by shapeshifting," Mr. Bagman remarked. "People as trustworthy as Miss Chabanor are rare these days, especially when it comes to a dragon. I think we should all learn from her."

After Mr. Bagman finished speaking, enthusiastic applause and cheers erupted from the stands, all in celebration of Marilyn.

"Alright, now it's time for our scoring," Mr. Bagman said with a smile.

This time, Mrs. Maxime once again gave it a perfect score of 10, as did Dumbledore and Ludo Bagman. Lovegood gave it 9, while Karkaroff hesitated for a long time before finally giving it a 6.

I, Karkaroff, have no need to explain to others what I have done in my life.

"Miss Chabanor's final score is—forty-five points! Let's congratulate her!" Mr. Bagman shouted excitedly, a few thoughts of criticism about Karkaroff flashing through his mind, but he ultimately didn't say them aloud.

Marilyn walked up to the stands and waved excitedly to the cheering crowd.

Fleur went over and gave her a warm hug. The two then sat down behind Mrs. Maxim and began to chat amicably.

"Next, please welcome our next contestant, the warrior from Durmstrang—Mr. Viktor Krum! He will be facing the fire dragon—the Seris Fireball!"

Viktor appeared in the stands, his face no longer ashen; having experienced countless big games, he had adjusted his mindset. He calmly waved to the crowd, who responded with enthusiastic cheers—that's how popular a star Seeker is.

The Seres Fireball Dragon, also known as the Dragon Lion, has smooth, bright red scales, a lion's nose surrounded by a ring of golden, tassel-like spikes, and bulging eyes, giving it a ferocious yet comical appearance. This fire dragon can spew mushroom-shaped fireballs from its nostrils when enraged, hence its name.

Viktor stood there, watching the Seres Fireball Dragon from afar, pondering how to deal with it.

"I think he'll definitely fly," Ron said decisively to Louis. "Who is he? He's the famous Viktor Krum! The best Seeker in the world! He'll definitely use his signature 'Lonski feint' to touch that golden egg!"

"But I didn't see his broom, Ron." Hermione wasn't too pleased with her boyfriend's high regard for Viktor. "I think he'll find another way. Besides, our rules prohibit bringing anything other than a wand into the arena..."

(End of this chapter)