I'm the King of Curry at Hogwarts

Chapter 270 The Heroic Egg Thief

Logically speaking, a girlfriend shouldn't feel jealous when her boyfriend praises a male idol.

But this is England, which makes Hermione think twice.

As the saying goes, Great Britain has its own national conditions, so it's no wonder Hermione is sensitive; anyone would be the same.

The saddest thing in the world is not women fighting over men, but men fighting over men.

Hermione didn't like Viktor very much to begin with, and this made her impression of him even worse.

Ron shrugged helplessly: "I was just speculating about how he got through this project, nothing more. Besides, I don't think he could have done any better than Harry."

Hermione glanced at him without saying anything, then lowered her head and began to flip through the book in her hands.

"He really didn't choose to fly, which I don't quite understand," Elizabeth suddenly said. "Logically speaking, his performance at the Quidditch World Cup was really impressive. If he could maintain that level of performance on the field, I think getting the golden egg wouldn't be a problem for him."

"Maybe he didn't think of it that way." Ron shrugged, looked up at the arena, and saw Viktor throwing a spell at the Seris Fireball Dragon.

The spell struck the Seris Fireball Dragon on the head. It was stunned for a moment, then began to roar aimlessly, its limbs stomping about aimlessly, and mushroom-shaped fireballs kept shooting out of its nose.

"Oh, it's an eye curse, a very clever method." Mr. Bagman offered a timely explanation to the unfamiliar freshmen. "We can see that the Seris Fireball Dragon, temporarily blinded, has begun to go berserk. It can't see who cast the spell on it and can only pound the ground randomly... Ouch, that tail looks terrifying; it even snapped the artificial hill in half..."

With a flick of its tail, Seris Fireball Dragon snapped a nearby artificial hill in half with a loud bang. Fortunately, Viktor's Ironclad Charm arrived in time, preventing Viktor from being hit by the boulder.

Taking advantage of the Seris Fireball Dragon's blindness, he quickly climbed up the artificial hill and took the golden egg. Just as he picked it up, the Seris Fireball Dragon seemed to sense his presence and stomped on its original spot, crushing several of its eggs.

"We're going to lose points now," Elizabeth said gleefully. "It's impossible not to lose points when that dragon crushes the eggs."

Sure enough, in the scoring section that followed, apart from Karkaroff giving him a perfect score of 10, the other judges did not give him any particularly high scores. Viktor received a total of 41 points.

Vasily, also a Durmstrang warrior, was next, the second to last. He faced a Romanian horned dinosaur.

The Romanian horned dinosaur truly lived up to its name, with long horns on its head, even more exaggerated than a unicorn. Vasily swallowed hard, not optimistic about his future prospects.

To be honest, those long horns are a bit scary.

Fortunately, things went relatively smoothly for him. He used his movement skills to lure the silly dragon into plunging headfirst into the artificial hill. Apart from slipping and falling and scraping his face a bit while descending the hill after retrieving the golden egg, everything turned out well.

Karkaroff still gave him a perfect score, even though he didn't like this student who had acted on his own initiative, because he still represented Durmstrang's reputation.

Vasily's final score was 44 points, one more than Viktor. Karkarov's face was a little gloomy, but he still smiled and patted Vasily on the shoulder to encourage him.

This guy's forced smile was gloomy, like someone forcing a smile when they have a toothache.

"The last one to appear is our savior, Harry Potter from Hogwarts! The dragon he will face is—a Norwegian Spinosaurus!"

Mr. Bagman shouted, his eyes shining as he looked at Harry.

The Norwegian Spinosaurus was an old acquaintance of Harry's... no, a familiar dragon. What surprised him even more was that this Norwegian Spinosaurus was actually an old acquaintance of his—he discovered from the small mark left by Hagrid that this was not another dragon, but Norbert, whom Hagrid had sent to Charlie.

Norbert also felt that Harry looked somewhat familiar, but as a dragon with a not very high intelligence, it didn't care about familiarity or unfamiliarity; it only cared about making people feel like acquaintances.

From a distance of about a hundred meters, Norbert breathed a flame at Harry from afar. This joyful reunion instantly woke Harry up from his sleepiness.

"Good heavens!" he exclaimed, pulling out his wand and pointing it to the sky.

"Accio Firebolt!"

Harry started to get nervous after casting the spell. He had only started practicing it last night. What if it didn't work? His best result today was a book flying by, which only flew halfway before landing on the ground. And the Firebolt... was still lying at the school gate. Would it even fly over?

If he can't fly over, then he'll be in trouble. He'll have to face the dragon head-on. It's not that Harry thinks he can't beat Norbert, this Norwegian Spinosaurus, but why use his fists if he can save himself the trouble?

Just as he was lost in thought, he heard something whooshing through the air behind him. He turned around and saw the Fire Arrow he had been longing for, the one he wanted to sleep with, flying rapidly toward him around the edge of the forbidden forest; it flew into the arena and suddenly stopped in mid-air beside him, waiting for him to straddle it.

Fire bolts, here they come!

The voices from the crowd grew louder, and Mr. Bagman shouted excitedly, "Unbelievable! Harry Potter! A fourth-year student who can skillfully use the Summoning Charm! My goodness, Merlin, this world is absolutely insane! Even Viktor Krum, the Bulgarian team's genius Seeker, Durmstrang's pride, never even considered using a flying broomstick!"

Grindelwald, who was playing Wizard's Chess with Emma, ​​curled his lip, thinking to himself, "What, Durmstrang's pride? Who is Durmstrang's real pride? Say it again?"

Viktor Krum stared blankly at Harry in the arena, a strange, indescribable feeling welling up inside him.

"Yeah, why didn't I think of using my specialty, flying?" Viktor thought with some frustration.

Harry no longer cared what Mr. Bagman had said. As soon as he mounted his flying broom, he felt like the most powerful person in the world. That confidence and that feeling of being in his element returned to him.

With a burst of energy, he pushed off the ground, and the fire crossbow bolt carried him into the sky like an arrow released from a bow.

As he spiraled upwards at breakneck speed, the wind whipping through his hair, and the audience below dwarfed into tiny specks like ants, the Norwegian Spinosaurus shrank to the size of a dog, he realized—he had abandoned not only the ground, but also his fear: he had returned to where he felt right at home.

This is just another Quidditch game, nothing more... It's just another Quidditch game, and the Norwegian Spinosaurus is just another tough opponent.

He looked down at the nest of eggs, and the Seeker's exceptional eyesight allowed him to quickly identify the golden egg, which lay peacefully among the forelegs of the Norwegian Spinosaurus.

Eyesight and visual acuity are actually two different things. Visual acuity determines whether you can see things clearly, while eyesight determines your ability to distinguish and locate objects.

Harry's strengths now extend beyond flying; he's also an expert in Transfiguration. He pulled his wand from his flying broom, pointed it at a rock, and chanted a spell, turning it into a Quake. Simultaneously, he transformed a rock into a bat and used the Summoning Charm to bring them into his arms.

He put away his wand, threw the Quaffle, and with one blow, he hit the rock-turned-Quaffle in Norbert's face.

Norber was enraged; it never expected this somewhat familiar-looking person to dare throw something at it. As it flapped its wings and howled towards the sky, it was struck hard in the throat by the Quake ball.

It choked up a little, and Harry seized the opportunity.

He pushed his speed to the limit, becoming as fast as a black lightning bolt. In the few seconds that Norbert was stunned, Harry swiftly flew past Norbert's temporary lair, reached out and snatched the golden egg into his arms, then quickly distanced himself and flew into the sky.

"My God! What did I just see! Only one minute has passed! One minute! Our Harry Potter player, despite being closely guarded by this fire dragon, has launched a surprise attack and retrieved the golden egg! My God, truly a hero emerges from among the young, and only a mighty dragon dares to cross the river! No wonder he's the youngest Seeker in Gryffindor's history... Indeed, a fourth-year student with the confidence to sign up is someone this fire dragon can't mess with!"

Mr. Bagman shouted at the top of his lungs, completely disregarding his image, spitting everywhere, which was disgusting.

Harry flew to the head table, lightly jumped to the ground, and placed the golden egg on the table where Louis and the others were sitting.

"I did it! Ron! Hermione!" Harry grinned happily and hugged his good brother Ron tightly. There was a little incident: Ginny broke up with him at the beginning of the school year because he was staring at Cho Chang.

However, this did not affect the relationship between Harry and Ron.

At that moment, Viktor walked over. He looked at Harry meaningfully for a while before extending his hand: "Your ball-finding skills are excellent. I hope we'll have a chance to compete against each other someday."

Harry, of course, wouldn't back down. He generously shook Viktor's outstretched hand and nodded emphatically: "I hope that day comes. You're a fantastic Seeker, Mr. Krum."

"Just call me Viktor. I hope we can become friends... Do you have time tomorrow? Maybe we can have a casual meal together and exchange tips on Seekers." Viktor asked with a smile, but judging from his burly appearance and demeanor, it seemed more like he wanted to recruit Harry as a bandit than that he wanted to treat Harry to a meal and a chat.

"Of course, oh, I mean, no problem," Harry said hastily. This was a chance to dine with the world's best Seeker, how could he miss it?

Viktor smiled, patted Harry on the shoulder, and turned to leave.

Perhaps this is the mutual respect between seekers...

Hermione watched Viktor's retreating figure, then glanced at Harry, shook her head, and sighed, "Boys are so complicated..."

Ron, on the other hand, looked at Harry with excitement, reaching out to grab his shoulders: "My God! Harry! This is the best Seeker in the world! He's inviting you to dinner! Oh my god... you absolutely have to get me an autograph..."

"I still suggest you talk to him yourself," Harry said cheerfully. "We'll go together tomorrow."

"Really...really? Can I?" Ron was overwhelmed by this huge surprise and it took him a while to react.

"Of course, we're best friends." Harry laughed and nudged his good brother with his shoulder.

Mr. Bagman's voice rang out at this moment: "Well then, the first event is now over. Next, we will be scoring the last contestant, Harry Potter—I'm sure you've all seen his excellent performance, so... let's begin scoring!"

Without a second thought, Headmaster Dumbledore flicked his wand into the sky, displaying a ten. Mr. Lovegood and Mr. Bagman followed suit, both awarding a perfect ten. Mrs. Maxim considered it for a moment and then gave a ten, adding a loud disclaimer that she thought Harry's use of the flying broomstick was somewhat opportunistic—but Harry's performance was so outstanding that she ultimately decided to award him a perfect ten.

Karkaroff, as shameless as ever, gave Harry five points, drawing boos from the entire audience. Even Seamus from Gryffindor started to imitate Tian Wenjing.

"Well, it seems our Harry Potter contestant won't score too high this time—well, all things considered, Potter's total score is—forty-five points! Let's congratulate him!"

A loud chorus of boos erupted from the crowd—not at Harry, but at Karkaroff.

Karkaroff knew he had gone too far, but having been a Death Eater, his skin was as thick as the walls of Hogwarts Castle. He sat there calmly, his face neither red nor pale.

"So... the overall ranking of the contestants is—first place, from Hogwarts, Miss Catherine Worley! She earned a perfect score of fifty points with her outstanding performance! Let's congratulate her!"

Louis patted Catherine's thigh and praised her with a smile, "You're my darling, well done!"

Catherine's lips curled up slightly, a sweet feeling rising in her heart, but she still let out a soft hum, her haughty little expression utterly adorable.

Applause and cheers erupted, enthusiastic and surging. Everyone shouted Catherine's name, and Catherine stood up, walked to the front of the stands, and bowed slightly to everyone to express her gratitude.

After the celebrations subsided, Mr. Bagman shouted again, "Second place goes to Miss Marilyn Chabanore from Beauxbatons! Congratulations to her!"

(End of this chapter)