harry potter book of crimes

"Disillusionment is invisible."

Maka took out her wand and waved it, and then it gradually faded away in Harry's sight, blending into the surrounding environment and disappearing in front of him.

"Well..." Harry blinked and was about to ask what kind of spell it was, but suddenly he seemed to remember something and said, "Hagrid, listen to me, I can't stay for a long time...

…I must rush back to the castle at one o’clock—”

But Hagrid didn't listen. He opened the door of the hut and strode into the darkness. Harry hurriedly followed, and he was greatly surprised to find that Hagrid was leading him towards Beauxbatons' carriage.

"Hagrid, how did you-"

"Shhh!" said Hagrid, and knocked three times on the door with the two crossed golden wands on it.

Mrs. Maxim opened the door. She had a silk shawl wrapped around her broad shoulders. When she saw Hagrid, she could not hide the surprise on her face. Under the influence of Maca's special "perfume", her eyes changed.

They're all a little confused.

"Oh - you are - Mr Hagrid?"

"Good evening." Hagrid looked at her with a smile, and at the same time stretched out a hand to help her down the golden steps.

Mrs. Maxim turned around and closed the carriage door. Hagrid handed her his arm, and the two walked together around the edge of the temporary paddock, where Mrs. Maxim's giant winged horses were kept.

Harry was confused. He looked around, but Maka was nowhere to be found. In desperation, he had no choice but to trot in confusion to keep up with their pace.

Could it be that it was Madame Maxime that Hagrid wanted to show him? He could see her at any time... She was so big that it was difficult to be ignored...

"Hagrid, where are you taking me?" Mrs. Maxim suddenly said in a joking tone.

"Oh - Hoho, I want to take you to see a baby! Believe me, you will like it," Hagrid subconsciously rubbed his hands and said softly, "They are big, strong and very charming! But -

—Don’t tell anyone that I brought you to see it, okay? You shouldn’t know.”

"Really..." Mrs. Maxim's black and long eyelashes fluttered. She looked at Hagrid and said, "Of course...of course I won't say."

She nodded thoughtfully and asked curiously: "Hagrid, what perfume are you using? It smells so intoxicating... Let me guess, it's a new product from the Italian wizard Paul series.

?"

When Hagrid heard this question, he immediately became energetic. Just now, Maka taught him many useful words, including these.

Although Madame Maxime is tall and unusual, she is a very typical French woman. She also has an extraordinary obsession with clothes, perfumes and cosmetics.

If you want to gain her favor, going with her will is naturally a convenient and effective choice.

"Oh - actually, you can give it a moving name," Hagrid teased the ends of his hair that had become extremely soft, and said gracefully, "because it was personally prepared by my personal image consultant, and it is still available.

There’s no official name yet!”

His movements seemed a bit stiff, after all, he wouldn't normally do such movements.

"Is this... really possible?" Madam Maxime exclaimed, "A personal exclusive perfume brand, this is so wonderful... I have to think about it..."

Hagrid accompanied Madame Maxime for a leisurely walk under the moonlight. Such beauty made him almost forget about Harry behind him.

They kept walking, their long legs taking very long steps. Harry had to trot behind them, looking at his watch from time to time, feeling increasingly anxious.

Hagrid had a hasty plan in mind that would probably cause him to miss his meeting with Sirius. If they didn't reach their destination soon, he was ready to turn around and head straight back to the castle.

Gradually, they had walked far around the edge of the Forbidden Forest, and the castle and lake were no longer visible.

But at this moment, Harry heard something. Several men shouted loudly in front, and then there was a deafening roar...

Hagrid led Mrs. Maxim around a bush and stopped.

Harry hurried over and stood with them. For a brief moment, he thought he saw several bonfires, with men jumping around the fire!

But then, he opened his mouth in surprise.

That’s a fire dragon! Lots of fire dragons!

Harry counted, and there were eight very ferocious-looking adult fire dragons locked in a field surrounded by thick wooden boards. They were standing on their hind legs, roaring and snorting.

Balls of fire shot out from their open, fanged mouths into the dark night sky, their necks raised high, their mouths nearly fifty feet above the ground.

There are at least sixty wizards on the field, and every seven or eight are responsible for dealing with a fire dragon.

They pulled on the chains, desperately trying to subdue the eight fire dragons. Those chains were connected to the thick leather straps that tied the dragon's legs and neck. Next to Harry, who was already stunned by this sight, Maka was also in an invisible state.

He was looking at them calmly.

"Dumbledore is a bit brave this time - eight fire dragons, this scene will definitely not be small." He thought to himself, "Next, we will see what Voldemort will do."

At this time, the wizards used all their strength to hold on to the chains in their hands.

"Stay there, Hagrid!" shouted a wizard near the fence, tugging at the chain in his hand. "They can spit fire twenty feet, you know! I saw this tree

Bee sprayed over forty feet!”

"It's so beautiful!" Hagrid said softly.

"It's useless to pull like this, it moves too much!" Another wizard shouted loudly, "Recite the stun spell, count to three, and recite it together!"

So, each dragon tamer drew his own wand.

"Collapse!" they shouted in unison, and the stun spell shot into the dark night sky like a rocket, and the bursting sparks fell like showers on the thick, scaly skin of the eight dragons.

Suddenly, the fire dragon stood precariously on its hind legs, its mouth opened wide, and it let out a silent roar. The flames in its nostrils suddenly went out, but green smoke was still coming out.

Then, very slowly, they fell one after another.

The fire dragon fell to the ground with a crash, causing the trees behind him to tremble. It can be imagined that these big guys must weigh several tons.

The dragon tamers put down their wands and walked towards the fire dragons lying on the ground. Each dragon was like a hill. They hurriedly tightened the chains and tied them firmly to the iron pillars, and used their wands to nail the iron pillars deeply into the

Ground.

"Want to take a closer look?" Hagrid could no longer maintain his gentlemanly demeanor, and now he asked Madam Maxime excitedly.

The two of them walked towards the fence together, and Maka and Harry followed. The wizard who had just warned Hagrid not to come near turned around, and they immediately recognized it. It was one of Ron's brothers - Charlie.

Weasley.

"How are you, Hagrid?" He panted and came over, but was immediately startled by Hagrid's current appearance, "Oh, Merlin's chin... what are you wearing?"

"What kinds of things do you have here, Charlie?" Hagrid didn't bother to answer this question. He stared at the black dragon closest to him with an almost admiring look in his eyes.

The black dragon's eyes were still slightly open, and you could even see a thin yellow light shining under its wrinkled black eyelids.

"This is the Hungarian Horntail," Charlie introduced. "Actually, there are two common Welsh Green Dragons, two Swedish Brachysaurus, a Chinese Fireball, two Hungarian Horntails, and a Ukrainian Ironbelly."

Charlie looked around. Madame Maxime was walking along the field, looking carefully at the eight stunned fire dragons.

"I didn't expect you to bring her with you, Hagrid," Charlie said, frowning, "A warrior shouldn't know what he's going to face - she will definitely tell her students, right?

?”

"I just think she is willing to come and see it." Hagrid shrugged his shoulders, still staring at the dragon infatuatedly.

"What a romantic date, Hagrid." Charlie said, shaking his head helplessly.

"There are eight in total..." Hagrid said, "Each warrior needs to deal with two? Are they required to fight the fire dragon?"

"Actually, we don't know for sure," Charlie shook his head. "But it shouldn't be possible for the warrior to fight two fire dragons together. It would be too dangerous... and it is absolutely impossible to win."

He thought for a while and then asked: "How is Harry?"

"It's not bad." Hagrid replied dreamily, still staring at the fire dragons intently.

"I really hope he is still safe after facing this danger." Charlie looked at the field where the dragon was kept, and said thoughtfully, "I dare not tell my mother what Harry will do in the first project.

Mom is already worried about him..."

Charlie imitated his mother's anxious voice: "How could they let him participate in that competition? He is too young! I thought they would be fine. I thought there would be a fight."

Age limit!”

"I still remember that after the article about Harry in the Daily Prophet was published, my mother said excitedly, 'Oh, little Harry also has a girlfriend. This is really touching.'"

But Hagrid just grunted in response, his attention being completely sucked away by the fire dragons.

Harry felt that he could not stay any longer.

He believed that Hagrid's heart had been filled with the charming eight fire dragons and Madame Maxime, and he would not miss him anymore. So he quietly turned around and started to return to the castle.

At the other end, Maka was squatting next to the big head of a Chinese fireball. He stared at its face that looked somewhat like a lion in a daze, not knowing what he was thinking.