Hogwarts doesn't need a savior

Just as she walked out of the cave, a colorless and odorless mist spread out. Even Dumbledore was unaware of it. Only Lynn and Euphemia, who happened to be standing not far away, saw it clearly.

The charging fire dragon was hit as expected, and strange purple lines appeared on its brass scales. Then it fell to the ground like a drunk.

Dust flew and there was an uproar at the scene.

Only Lynn, who was in the "best audience seat", had a clear view, including the herbs that had just been stuffed into the mouth by the little witch.

He supported his chin with one hand and watched with great interest - this herb happened to be one that Regulus liked very much. It could cure diseases and save lives, but it could also create a dangerous killing situation.

The young man who hid his cards chose the latter.

She spit out the chewed herbs forcefully, threw out countless herbs, and lit a big fire without saying a word.

The fire was fueled by the wind, and the wind grew with the fire. In a blink of an eye, thick smoke billowed like a black fog, wrapping the Venomous Fang Dragon inside, making the sky and the earth spin. The magic power that protected the body was greatly weakened. Even Lynn and Euphemia had to move to a sheltered place to avoid trouble.

"You can make the fire dragon with the highest poison resistance into this. If you are luckier and draw other dragons, you might have a chance." Euphemia did not hesitate to praise.

"She doesn't necessarily think she can't win now." Lin En chuckled, "This is indeed the appearance of a long-tailed water snake. Look at the sky."

"Click——"

Before Euphemia could raise her head, the sudden flash of bright light and the indistinguishable succession of thunder answered her confusion.

A small cloud quietly descended, triggering a natural force that was powerful enough to bring down torrential rain.

In an instant, the venomous dragon was electrocuted and several of its scales fell off.

Brass, purple, and the deepest burnt black mixed together, like a dyeing factory.

The power of this weather spell should not be underestimated, and it is very concealed. It has obviously been improved for actual combat use.

Even though Lin En had a discerning eye, he couldn't help but look up to this strong and straightforward little witch.

But it was just a glance.

After just a few seconds, he looked away, shook his head and said, "It's still a little bit off."

Just like Helt to Inès, this concise and effective combination of offensives before her was undoubtedly the true legacy of Regulus in the study of spells and magical animals - leveraging the power of nature to attack the enemy's weak points.

But at the same time, she also exposed Regulus's shortcomings - the flawless combined offensive was indeed very spectacular, but like Inès, she lacked the ultimate decisive force.

Their two teachers were already the best in the wizarding world today and had many ways to cover up their flaws, but the two seventeen-year-old young men did not have such skills - being able to master the magic they were good at to the fourth level, their level was already extraordinary.

However, without a higher-level form change, it is unrealistic to deal with a fire dragon relying only on the power of conventional spells.

The seemingly lively thunder strike lasted for nearly a quarter of an hour - this was due to the relatively fragile physique of the Venomfang Dragon, but it was also due to its resistance to toxins.

The battles between wizards are always changing rapidly, with the difference between active and passive being often just a hair's breadth.

No matter how sophisticated the magic is, it can only slightly resist the Peruvian Venomtooth Dragon that has recovered its breath.

Under the breath mixed with poison, Kaliya, who had just been bombarding wildly, followed in Hurt's footsteps.

When dodging and moving around, the slightest mistake could result in the intervention of the safety officer - being small is not necessarily a bad thing, it may even be an advantage in many cases.

It flew so fast that it was beyond the reaction limit of ordinary people. After just a few rounds, Kalaya was in a mess.

But she was strong-willed and was not an easy opponent. Seeing that she was unable to resist, she turned from defense to offense and used all the magic she was good at, making a desperate move. This round of counterattacks actually made the simple-minded Fire Dragon unable to figure out her strength.

One side rushed and attacked fiercely, while the other side temporarily avoided the attack. Between the advance and retreat, tiny flaws were exposed.

The lightning that fell from the sky was aimed at the dragon's nest on the tower - she also understood Bagman's hint, but her methods were more sharp than others, and her attack went straight for the dragon eggs.

"Click——"

The Peruvian Venomtooth Dragon had no choice but to rescue the enemy. It had to quickly turn back and could only resist with its body. It was blown to pieces by the blow that had been accumulated for a long time and wailed continuously.

Kalaya showed a smile of victory on her face and was about to press on with her victory, but her expression suddenly froze.

In her eyes, the ferocious dragon head rapidly enlarged and appeared in front of her in the blink of an eye.

"Shh-"

The brass-colored afterimage seemed to tear apart the solid space, opening a crack leading to another world.

The warm and holy glow blocked it out, making it impossible to penetrate even a little bit.

"...!"

After a long while, Kalaya lowered her head dejectedly and saw the broken silver ornaments on her chest.

She realized with dismay that her opponent happened to be the only fire dragon who could break her tactics in this way.

"Contestant Clark activated the protection magic! She lasted for seventeen minutes! Her final score is 52 points!"

From the success of the plan to its sudden failure, the intersection of heaven and hell took only a breath of time.

Like the low pressure covering the stands of Ilvermorny, and the smile disappearing from Principal Fontana's face.

"What luck..." The old principal who had seen a lot of the world could only sigh helplessly.

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"Mr. Potter, please come on stage!"

After a brief silence, the ringing sound once again reached the ears of the only three people left.

Harry took a deep breath and gripped his wand tightly.

"Hey, Harry!" Cedric called from behind. "Good luck!"

This made Harry feel much warmer.

"You too, Ceder." He called out his friend's nickname for the first time and went into the darkness at the other end of the tent.

What awaits him will be a real behemoth, a tough guy whose combat power ranks among the top in the entire project.

The iron-clad killing machine, the Hungarian Horntail.

Harry did not believe he lacked courage, and his experience against Voldemort had given him a deep belief in his own bravery - as well as his will and determination.

No matter what the conspiracy, he was a warrior representing Hogwarts, willing and happy to take responsibility.

But courage is courage, but when one actually sees the fire dragon awake, instinctive fear and tension inevitably surge up.

I hope my practice was not in vain... He prayed secretly, not showing any weakness, staring into the pair of yellow vertical pupils, and raised the wand wet with sweat in front of him.

"Firebolts are coming!"

Chapter 496: Courage: Fire Dragon Attack and Defense (Part )

Harry's choice surprised both the audience and the judges.

Especially Karkaroff.

"...It's actually flying." He frowned and said in a sour tone, "How does this look like a warrior?"

No one agreed with him.

The headmasters' eyes were all following the bird-like figure in the air, as well as the officials from the Ministry of Magic. Even Bagman forgot that he had to do a part-time job as a commentator.

As Kalaya was leaving, she turned around and for the first time saw this figure whom she had never taken seriously.

Looking at her name on the scoreboard, she had a bad feeling.

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Harry felt that he could no longer hear any other sounds, nor did he have any extra emotions.

The wind howling in the sky was the familiar one, but it became even more controllable under the influence of magic.

He felt a long-lost sense of comfort, like he was back in his own territory, starting another game of Quidditch.

He looked down at the Hungarian Horntail that regarded him as an enemy who had stolen his son, and held the Firebolt under him loosely.

"Momentum, must have momentum..." he said to himself, and then dived down.

The flames flew through the air, almost igniting his robe, but fell just short - with a light flick of his tail, he spun in an arc and left the fire dragon that was chasing him behind him.

The angry roar spread further and further away, and the raging fire was blocked by the invisible air flow, and could no longer rage.

Adrenaline continued to flow, and the refreshing feeling of the wind blowing past his side stimulated Harry's nerves and also aroused the Hornet's fragile mind.

The bigger and heavier it is, the easier it is to get tired. This is an iron rule and also Harry's tactic.

He approached the audience again and again, and even flew over the heads of his classmates, letting the fire dragon's breath explode on the magic barrier, causing screams.

The huge dragon faced the tiny human, just like a lion chasing away provocative flying insects. Soon, they were chasing each other in more than a dozen circles. The two warring parties flew higher and higher, gradually turning into two black dots, one big and one small, in the sight.

"A little higher... Yes, a little higher would be better..."

As he traveled rapidly, Lynn's instructions and hints, as well as his own thoughts, kept echoing in Harry's mind.

He had to persist, and more importantly, he had to find a way to win a beautiful victory - a victory that would impress his teachers and classmates and prove that he was also a true warrior.

After pulling the Hornet hundreds of meters into the air, he began to fly back and forth non-stop, disrupting his opponent's judgment, and then dived down without warning, heading straight for the nest full of dragon eggs.

"Split into pieces!"

The slender white light was inconspicuous, but it made the fire dragon chasing behind it furious. It rushed down desperately, but it was still too late.

"boom--"

It was not known whether it was intentional or a deviation, but the spell exploded on the side of the tower, breaking the hard rock into pieces. The tree bee, which was eager to save its son, was also filled with fear despite its joy at surviving the disaster. It dared not take off again and could only stay in its nest, roaring to the sky.

"Roar!!!!!"

The dragon's flames, which were ready to be unleashed, spewed out and headed straight for the point where Harry dived and slowed down.

"Protect them all!"

Harry raised his wand without hesitation, and a thin curtain of light lit up in front of him. This was the most dangerous part of the plan and also the only head-on confrontation.

He felt the scorching heat, as if he was thrown into magma. The end of his broom began to curl and singe, his robes began to burn, and his whole body was burning - he was sure that he was burned and his protective spell did not work completely.

"I'm going to lose points..." he muttered to himself, tightly grasping the silver jewelry in his arms. Without caring about anything else, he forcibly changed direction and forcibly distanced himself from the fire dragon.

"Oh my god! This kid actually rushed out of the fire!" Bagman yelled, and the audience also burst into shrill screams, "Is this really a fourth-grader?!"

Harry's Firebolt regained speed and carried him high into the air and back to safety.

This time, the tree wasp did not follow, but only followed closely with its eyes.

Its weak spot was caught, and even after it recovered its strength, it dared not act rashly, and even dared not leave its own tower. It could only launch attacks from a distance using fire. Not only was the threat greatly reduced, but the consumption of physical strength also suddenly increased.

Anger and despair intertwined, causing its wings to fold and unfold over and over again, sending out a threatening signal.

But Harry saw through the situation and knew his mission.

Enduring the burning pain all over his body, he leaped up, avoided the flames, and took out a bottle of water of life and death from his arms - thanks to Snape, who told him the formula in the first class.

The not-too-far distance constantly threatens the tree wasp's fragile nerves, and makes it unable to use its proud claws and long tail. It can only open its bloody mouth again and again to pour out flames.

Harry kept Lynn's words in mind and waited for 35 minutes.

Even though he would lose points due to injury, he has secured a top three spot.

"That's it..." Without any worries, the burns on his body seemed to have weakened a little. Harry whispered to himself, "Come closer, open your mouth wider... You can't help it..."

Finally, after dozens or even hundreds of attempts and teasings, the tree wasp, which could no longer endure it, once again raised its wings, straightened its upper body, accumulated its strength to the extreme, and spewed out flames that covered the sky and the sun, almost dyeing the entire arena red.

This was a last-ditch effort, and it was also the opportunity Harry had been waiting for for a long time. If he missed it, it would never come again.

He rushed forward decisively, with invisible air currents wrapping around the fire crossbow arrow, avoiding the flames. Before the fire dragon could react after its unsuccessful attack, he rushed to the dragon at lightning speed and threw the medicine bottle with all his might.

"Click-"

Like throwing the Quaffle into the goal, the most potent sleeping potion flew into the mouth that didn't have time to close, and was shattered by the collision of sharp teeth.

At the same time, an extremely thick dragon tail lashed out from the other side.

"Bam—"

The scene in front of Harry's eyes began to spin rapidly, and there was a dazzling white light.

At the same time, the whole world seemed to have been muted - he could hear the screams and shouts from the audience, as well as Bagman's signature loud voice.

"The youngest warrior defeated the biggest dragon!" Bagman looked as happy as if he had won the game. "He will definitely get a very high score. Although we have to deduct ten points - it will not affect his result."

Harry finally steadied the flying broom, shook his buzzing head, and stopped in mid-air.

He saw the fire dragon fall to the ground from the tower, countless figures boiling in the audience, and only a few remnants of the broken silver ornaments on their chests remained.

The noise of the crowd hit his eardrums and the burns on his body began to take effect, forcing him to fall to the ground drowsily, protected by Hagrid and McGonagall who had hurried over.