Hogwarts doesn't need a savior

He saw the numbers on the scoreboard change: his name appeared in the first row.

Excluding the 5 points for injury and the 10 points for activating protective magic, he still had a final score of 85 points.

"Well done, Harry!" said Hagrid hoarsely. "I knew you could do it! You're better than any of them!"

"It was indeed a brilliant performance, Potter, although it was also very dangerous." Professor McGonagall patted him on the shoulder, her voice trembling slightly, "Now you should go find Madam Pomfrey. There are only two warriors left - you did very well."

Still holding his Firebolt, Harry walked towards the outside of the field with one foot deep and one foot shallow, but stopped before leaving and headed straight for the audience seats.

He heard Bagman shout.

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"Now, let us welcome the fifth warrior to participate in the competition, Miss Fleur Delacour! Her opponent is the Swedish Short-nosed Dragon!"

What reached the tent faster than the bell was Bagman's still excited shout.

Fleur had been waiting for a long time, and she said softly, "I will get full marks, and I hope you won't let me down, Diggory. Otherwise I will have a reason to laugh at the professor's vision, which I was planning to do after winning the championship."

Before he finished speaking, the slender figure disappeared into the dark and narrow cave, leaving Cedric waiting alone.

Chapter 497 Courage: Fire Dragon Attack and Defense (Part )

Fleur Delacour's half-Veela identity was almost an open secret, and neither she nor Beauxbatons concealed it.

Especially those eyes which are as magical as those of a real veela.

If she is willing, most men would fall for her just by looking at her, but she herself does not have such intention.

Compared to her Veela bloodline, another symbol of her is undoubtedly her talent in Rune magic - several years ago, she and Lin En published a number of influential papers as the second author, becoming a remarkable new star in the field of ancient magic.

Now, Lynn has left Beauxbatons, but her growth has not slowed down. Instead, under the leadership of Euphemia, she has achieved many new results, including not only theoretical conjectures and demonstrations, but also endless practical tests.

There were even rumors that she had defeated the experienced Professor Charles Avery in a duel, and that the latter had basically confirmed that he would go to Ilvermorny to set up the ancient magic department.

Coupled with her undisguised declaration of victory at the welcome dinner, not only the students of Hogwarts, but also the other three magic schools regarded her as a powerful opponent that could not be ignored during the championship, and all kinds of temptations and observations never stopped.

The current battle with the fire dragon is undoubtedly the focus of many people's attention - they all want to know whether this proud warrior has real ability or just a name.

Furong herself knew this very well, but she never cared about those people who were looked down upon by her.

She just wanted to prove to her favorite professor with a resounding victory that she was his best student and a follower who could help his grand plan.

Standing in front of the narrow cave entrance, she raised her wand expressionlessly without any movement. Her long flowing hair was tied into a straight ponytail and hung behind her, looking heroic.

The next moment, a tough and heavy light curtain appeared in front of them.

"Surisaz."

The plain words were drowned out by the "crackling" sound of the flames. The pure and clear magic power formed a solid barrier, blocking all the incoming dragon flames.

With the cave as the boundary, flames and runes divided the world into two distinct ends, and at the same time they died down.

"The level of this guardian Rune is quite good, better than I expected." A look of satisfaction flashed in Lin En's eyes.

Euphemia shook her head: "More than that."

She looked down and saw that the silver-blue fire dragon did not rise into the air and dive, but flew cautiously at a low altitude. Its huge body was like a heavy tank rumbling forward.

Compared with it, the hibiscus that walked out of the cave was just a small and delicate butterfly that would die if touched.

However, the shining light of Rune tells the truth and power of everything before our eyes.

Each flash covered a distance of dozens of meters. In the blink of an eye, she arrived in front of the fire dragon without retreating a single step.

This was a narrow encounter, and the short-nosed dragon obviously would not let go of this easy victory, so it raised its sharp claws and smashed down hard.

"Surisaz."

It was still as calm and peaceful as before, and it was still a thick and tough magic barrier. The dragon claws that could destroy everything in their path seemed to be stuck in a quagmire, unable to move forward.

And this was far from Furong's real intention. She came so close not to passively take a beating.

Just when the fire dragon's attack was frustrated, the barrier that had been lukewarm just now suddenly changed its shape. In a flash, it condensed into a giant hammer that was no less than ten meters long.

"Come try this, big guy! Uluz! Dagus! Diwaz!"

Furong raised a cold smile, shook her long hair, and the wand connected by blood burst out with unprecedented magic power.

【Run Uruzu of Strength】

【Growing up Rune Daggs】

[Victorious Rune Divas]

The shining symbols were integrated into the giant hammer, just like the mighty god of thunder in Norse mythology, which brought with it a powerful force that could split mountains and rocks, and slammed down on the short-nosed dragon.

With a dull thud, a giant dragon weighing dozens of tons rose into the air with its arms and legs spread out like a broken puppet, drew a parabola, and fell heavily to the ground, shaking the earth.

"This is... She actually found it?!" Lin En was so shocked that he couldn't close his mouth. "This is really-"

"She is indeed a very good child." Euphemia said with a smile, "She will not necessarily lose to Cedric."

No one knew the conversation taking place in mid-air. Furong's steps were still steady. She appeared on the dragon in a flash, her eyes emitting a soft glow that inevitably fascinated the audience in the distance.

That was the bewitching magic of the Veela, but it was more than that.

"Nito!"

The rune symbol condensed in the air, flashing with light and taking advantage of the opportunity to completely bind the fire dragon's limbs and torso.

The short-nosed dragon, who had suffered a great loss by accident, was about to stand up and launch a counterattack, but was horrified to find that his limbs could no longer move at all.

The powerful magic penetrated the protection of the dragon's scales and hide and acted directly on its body, making it even more difficult to resist than the dragon tamer's chains.

"Roar!!!!!"

Blue-white flames condensed in the bloody mouth, ready to burst out.

Anger and fear were intertwined, and it wanted to fight back, using its proud dragon flame to resist, even if it might hurt itself by mistake.

However, all the plans were easily undone by a pair of bright eyes.

No matter how powerful the soul is, it cannot resist the call of instinct. The consciousness, which was already blurred by the effects of the sedative, became even more blurred the moment their eyes met and was pulled into the vortex of chaos without any resistance.

Flowing clouds and flowing water, all in one go.

It was only five minutes before the short-nosed dragon collapsed to the ground.

"Dear referees, do I have to wait here for another half an hour?"

The clear sound echoed over the arena, but it was as if the mute button was pressed, leaving the teachers and students of each school speechless.

Including Beauxbatons' "own people".

Doris and Boyce stood side by side in the front row of the Hogwarts auditorium, looking solemn.

"No wonder she dared to speak like that upon meeting..." Boyce said bitterly, "It's not easy for Sede to deal with her, right? Even if she just laid eggs and took medicine, she is still an adult dragon after all."

"You're just being long-winded!" Doris glared at him fiercely and stopped him from talking. "You're just trying to boost others' morale! Of course, there's nothing wrong with Seide. He's just a guy who has learned rune magic a few years longer than us!"

But having said that, Doris actually had no idea.

Just looking at this match, Furong is obviously not on the same level as the others. Every move they make reveals a familiar style. Even if she does it herself, the outcome would be hard to predict.

Looking at the glaring 100 on the scoreboard and Furong standing in the middle of the field receiving applause and cheers, Doris suddenly felt that the sun was too strong today.

It's almost evening.

It's really frustrating!

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Naturally, Cedric, who was waiting alone in the tent, also felt the pressure and urgency.

Not to mention that he could hear Bagman's commentary clearly, just judging from the time and results of the end of the fight, he already knew the level of this powerful "fellow" enemy.

Regardless of the factors on or off the field, or the special and exclusive skills like Veela magic, in his opinion, this is a manifestation of strength under fair rules.

After sitting there for a long time, he suddenly felt an inexplicable heat in his body, as if there was a fire in his chest.

"Ring ring ring..."

"The last warrior, Cedric Diggory!"

"His opponent is the world's largest and most ferocious fire dragon, the Eastern European Butcher, the Ukrainian Iron Belly!"

Chapter 498 Courage: Fire Dragon Attack and Defense (End)

"The water is as clear as a spring!"

"boom--"

As the sun sets, the solemn arena feels as hot as summer. The turbulent water and the dragon flames collide with each other. Thick scalding fog spreads in the arena, and all you can see is a dull grayish-white color.

Perhaps stimulated by Furong's achievements and repeated invitations to compete, Cedric, who is usually humble and kind, showed another side of himself on the stage today.

Never show weakness, never give in, and fully display your wisdom and strength in a fair competition.

This wild and unruly behemoth also encountered such an opponent for the first time, and its arrogance was immediately suppressed by three points. Its deep red eyes revealed brutality and hideousness, but also weakness and chaos that could not be concealed, just like every fire dragon that appeared before it.

The vertical pupils reflected Cedric's tall and strong figure, and a vicious look overflowed from them, mixed with fear.

It felt threatened in front of this human who was no bigger than a fly compared to itself—that was magical power that it might not be able to defeat even in its prime, and it was also a power that could very likely threaten its unborn offspring.

"Roar……"

Amidst the suppressed roar, a dragon body that was more solid and sturdy than any other fire dragon was curled up in the distance. It was a cautious posture that indicated that the hunt was about to begin, causing the dragon trainers outside the field to look nervous as if they were facing a great enemy.

Cedric stood there, his wand hanging at an angle, the magic power lingering but not yet released.

"Roar!--"

Finally, the first to lose his patience was the extremely fearful fire dragon - flames spewed out wantonly, and its huge body as big as a mountain came charging forward with a mighty force that could shake the sky and shatter the earth.

"You've come just in time." Cedric glanced at Fleur, who was watching the match with her arms crossed in the front row of the audience. The corners of his mouth curled up slightly, and he waved his wand lightly, "Misty!"

The raging fire came suddenly, but Cedric's figure suddenly disappeared, leaving only an increasingly thick fog that surrounded the ferocious fire dragon.

The burnt smell of the flames clouded its sense of smell, and its dark red eyes were unable to penetrate the misty fog. The fire dragon, which had just been thought to be facing a head-on confrontation, suddenly lost its composure and could only search around with a fierce gaze.

Suddenly, a dark shadow flashed by.

Upon discovering its target, the Iron Belly spewed out flames without hesitation, blowing it to pieces, but it turned out to be just a hound. As the magic dissipated, it was defeated and turned into a piece of rock as black as charcoal.

Before he could get angry, dark shadows emerged from the darkness and rushed forward one after another.

Even though its slender body was no bigger than a fly compared to the dragon, its fangs that contained magical power were real. One careless mistake caused a piece of its gray-white scale to break off.

Sharp fangs, claws, long tail... The fire dragon, whose whole body is a weapon, will naturally not surrender. Amidst the earth-shaking tremors, the ground cracks, flames shoot up into the sky, and the number of broken hounds is countless, yet it seems endless.

The accumulation of wounds of varying sizes was like rubble all over the ground, irritating the fire dragon's fragile mind and sapping its already limited physical strength due to postpartum weakness. However, the fog around it increased instead of decreasing with the passage of time.

Danger! very dangerous!

"Roar!--"

A strong sense of crisis enveloped Iron Belly's heart, making it dare not delay. It swept its long tail across, briefly driving away the constantly broken and reassembled Transfiguration puppets. Then, it raised its head to the sky and howled, spewing out an extremely powerful fire into the air.

In an instant, countless fireballs poured down towards the foggy battlefield like a meteor shower.

This is one of its most powerful talents, and it's a breath that only a fire dragon of Ironbelly's physique can sustain. But in the face of the fog that is spreading everywhere, it is just a drop in the bucket, and ends up in vain.

The audience, who had been kept in the dark, only then noticed something unusual - a faint strange fragrance had spread to the outside of the venue with the mist, covering up the smell of gunpowder.

If it had happened before, such a method would have certainly drawn cheers, but with Furong's example and the previous fierce attack, it was a pity that it started well but ended badly.

Harry, who had just applied the ointment, couldn't help sweating. He knew that Cedric was very capable, but it was not easy for him to tell who was better between the two. He could only stare with wide eyes, trying to find any traces in the mist.

In this way, it was similar to the frustrated and inexplicably fearful Ukrainian Iron Belly - fifteen minutes had passed before he knew it, the effect of the potion had basically worn off, and the terrifying aura was emanating again.

At this moment, the mist quietly dissipated, and Cedric stood in front of the fire dragon without dodging, his neat robe not even stained with dust.

He was waiting and also proving something. His calm grey eyes looked at Lin En from afar, sending a silent signal that was more powerful than words.

"This child has more personality than I thought. He is not as gentle as he looks." Euphemia said playfully.

Lin En didn't take it seriously and said softly, "Young people should always be sharp. It's worth it for me to let Doris and Boyce train with him all day. However, I am also very curious about what he learned from Dumbledore. If it's just Transfiguration, then the tuition fee would be a waste."

"boom--"