harry potter book of crimes

Compared to the relaxed and happy situation on Maka's side, the situation on Harry's side was a bit worse.

First of all, one thing must be understood - most fire dragons like heights, and Harry's goal is the highest point of the entire venue.

Around that mountain peak, there were at least three fire dragons constantly circling. Although Harry's skill in controlling the broomstick was getting better and better, there were also frequent crises at the moment.

A fire dragon was spitting out flames continuously behind him, looking like it would never give up until it could catch him; there were two fire dragons flying high in the sky, circling with their wings spread, watching eagerly.

How about saying that what Harry drew was "both misfortune and challenge"?

He clamped the broom handle tightly with his legs, lowered his body and flew at high speed, but the speed was not the fastest. Because, being chased by the fire dragon behind him, he had to dodge every fire in time.

Dragon Breath, in this case, flexibility and speed are obviously equally important.

The wizard's robes rustled in the wind, and his black hair flew with the wind, revealing the iconic lightning scar on Harry's forehead.

The audience was eagerly paying attention to Harry's side. After all, among all the warriors in the audience, Harry's side was the most exciting and the most nervous.

With every roll and change of direction by Harry, everyone couldn't help but exclaim in surprise. Several times, the corners of Harry's clothes were scratched by the flames, which was almost a dangerous situation.

But Harry would always escape dangerously at the most critical moment. He gritted his teeth and always paid attention to all the movements around him.

He is indeed a true Gryffindor, brave, fearless, and enjoys adventure. Once faced with danger, he will forget all nervousness and anxiety and grow through experience.

"He is truly the new generation Lion King of Gryffindor House. He doesn't even use an oar when rowing a boat..."

At this moment, the vast majority of the audience focused on Harry and the Fire Dragon. Only a handful of people accidentally caught a glimpse of Maka sneaking to a small forest under the central peak at some point.

And in the clearing in front of the woods, Hermione was hiding in the shadow of a giant rock, looking up at her good friend Harry who was far away in the sky with a worried look.

Although Maka still didn't know why Hermione kept staring at Harry here, he already had some understanding in the general direction.

He subconsciously glanced in the direction of the dragon and lion, and thought to himself: "Dumbledore's movements are very fast this time. It seems that the plan is about to officially begin..."

Just as Maka was thinking, the audience suddenly burst into a burst of chaotic shouts, bringing him back to reality from his heavy thoughts.

He immediately controlled the floating spell and came to mid-air, and his eyes naturally turned to the position of the dragon and lion.

It's gone!

The lawn was now empty, with only a piece of flattened grass remaining, proving that a giant creature had indeed enjoyed a sweet nap here just now.

Where did it go?

Maka stepped on the stone and flew up, her eyes moved rapidly, and she soon saw the dragon-lion covered in conspicuous fiery red scales.

At the same time, a girl's scream also reached Maka's ears.

That should be Fleur's scream. Of course, it can only be her - because the other girl is still in the direction behind Maka!

If it were other fire dragons, Maka would naturally be too lazy to care. If the Veela hybrid encountered fatal danger, the rescue team would arrive immediately.

But if the dragon and lion suddenly attack, the meaning will be completely different.

At this time, Maka had already squatted down on the stone, leaning her body forward in order to maintain her balance more stably while speeding up.

Not long after, he saw Fleur running desperately.

And just behind her, the dragon-lion was spreading its dragon wings, gliding almost close to the ground. The lion-like dragon head was extremely ferocious, with smoke lingering in its mouth, and a few sparks faintly coming from the corners of its mouth.

The distance between it and Fleur is rapidly shortening, and the latter will soon be driven out.

Maka noticed that the dragon-lion's eyes had been occupied by a strange black color, and as it passed through the air, it dragged out two long lines of black energy.

He was all too familiar with this kind of black energy - Voldemort had indeed begun to take action!

"Get down!"

Maka shouted something to Fleur who was running, and then no longer paid attention to whether she followed her instructions. He pulled out his wand and a series of red fires appeared, predicting the flying direction of the dragon and lion and rushing away.

The string of fire accurately hit the strong body of the dragon and lion. Although it interrupted its intention to breathe out the dragon's breath, it only roared and flew sideways for a short distance. After it flapped its wings to maintain its balance, it

He roared angrily, changed the target of his attack, and rushed towards Maka.

It was just an ordinary silent coma spell, and of course it wouldn't cause any damage to a fire dragon. What's more, the fire dragon in front of me was obviously extraordinary.

But Maka's purpose is exactly this, what he wants is to attract the other party's attention!

When he saw the dragon and lion turning towards him, he immediately changed direction and fled back. His destination was the mountain peak in the center of the field, where Harry and Hermione were.

Closer, closer! But Maka is about to be caught up by the dragon and lion behind her!

At this moment, another cloud of mist exploded at the tip of Maka's staff and continued to disperse in the air. The dragon and lion that were constantly chasing plunged into the gray mist unscrupulously, and the huge dragon

The wings stirred up the gray mist, and soon rushed straight out from the other end.

But Maka was gone.

The dragon-lion roared wildly like a dragon, and naturally fixed its gaze on Harry in mid-air.

"Roar--"

Its power seemed to become extremely powerful. It knocked away the Hungarian Horntail that had been following Harry, then flapped its wings and accelerated towards Harry.

By now, the vast majority of the audience had noticed the abnormality of this dragon-lion. They looked anxiously at Harry in the sky, even forgetting to blink.

But in the middle of the high wall that served as the auditorium, Dumbledore just watched everything happening in front of him calmly. He even ignored Professor McGonagall's constant persuasion, and his eyes exuded wisdom.

light.

Faintly, a vague expectation quietly emerged on Dumbledore's wrinkled face. And his eyes actually stayed on Hermione at the foot of the mountain.

At the moment when Dumbledore looked at Hermione, Harry, who was trying his best to avoid the dragon and lion chasing him, suddenly swung the broom handle to the lower left, spun down and headed towards Hermione at an extremely fast speed.

The position swooped away.

"The Sorting Hat is coming!"

Hermione rushed out from the shadows behind the rock, and with a wave of her wand, the Flying Charm she had prepared was accurately recited.

It takes time to summon an object with the Flying Curse, but it only takes a few seconds to get here from Hogwarts Castle. The moment Harry dived down quickly, a strange cry came from far away and came closer.

It flew all the way from the sidelines to Hermione's hands.

"Damn it! It must have been more than two hundred years! It must have been more than two hundred years since I flew like this! It's all the fault of those fools who call themselves 'Ye Callers' for inventing a flying spell for nothing! If one time is not enough, why not do it again?

The second time! Did you let the hat live? Damn it, who is this fool again this time..."

Accompanied by a series of angry curses, a patched and extremely dirty old-fashioned wizard's hat drew a graceful arc in the air and landed accurately in Hermione's hands.

"...What's going on? It's you!" The folds on the tip of the Sorting Hat opened and closed, shouting loudly, "Let me think about it...Hermione Granger, yes...Oh, you want to

what?"

Before it finished speaking, Hermione put her hand into the hat.

"Hey! What are you looking for?" the Sorting Hat screamed, "Don't dig inside, itchy!"

"The Sword of Gryffindor!" Hermione shouted anxiously as she looked up at Harry who was about to rush in front of her.

"You should have told me earlier!"

Before the Sorting Hat finished speaking, Hermione suddenly felt a hard touch in her hand. She hurriedly held it and pulled it out suddenly.

Suddenly, under the sunlight, a cold light flashed in front of everyone's eyes. The exquisite sword body was as clean as new, like a mirror, and a red gem shone with moving brilliance at the end of the hilt.

, making the fine carvings on the handshake extremely luxurious.

But Hermione didn't even look at it. She threw the Sorting Hat aside, holding the sword with both hands and throwing it up with all her strength.

"Harry, catch it!"

The sword spun in the air, and the cold sword light flickered with the rotation of the sword, making people want to take a few more glances.

At the same time, Harry suddenly lifted the broom handle - he had to stop himself before catching the Sword of Gryffindor, otherwise he would undoubtedly turn into a piece of fresh meat as he rushed straight to the ground.

Dive and stop is an action that every Quidditch Seeker will practice, but no one has ever tried to dive at full speed at such a high altitude, and Harry certainly has not tried it.

But he understood that if he wanted not to be injured, he had to leave enough braking distance.

"Just a little bit worse!"

Harry, who had just stopped diving at low altitude, stretched his right hand straight forward. His height above the ground was already low enough, but the lateral distance was only a few inches short!

Seeing that his fingers had touched the hilt of Gryffindor's sword, this meant that he could no longer grasp the sword. And just above Harry's head, the one who had lost his mind

The distance between Longshi and him is not enough for him to try again...

Just when Harry was so anxious that he almost shouted, the hilt of the sword somehow moved into his hand out of thin air - he held it!