harry potter book of crimes

I already have the sword in my hand, so what else can I say?

Harry moved the broomstick again, turned around and soared into the sky, the sword of Gryffindor in his hand shining brightly under the sunlight.

The dragon and lion were right in front of him, and Harry's sight was blocked by that huge body. At this time, in his eyes, nothing could be seen except the red dragon scales.

At this moment, Harry used his talent as a seeker to the extreme! The broomstick seemed to be alive under his control, carrying its owner to avoid the bites of the dragon and lion, almost under the neck.

It was brushing against the dragon scales.

Harry's eyesight was extremely sharp, and he swung the sword in his hand with quick eyesight and quick hands. The originally not sharp blade exploded with astonishing power in his hand.

In just an instant, the scales on the dragon and lion's neck were like butter, and Gryffindor's sword easily broke through the defense, and even the neck was cut in half!

The next second, the warm dragon's blood sprayed out as if it was free of charge.

"boom!"

The body of the dragon and lion lost its strength, and fell heavily to the ground with the inertia of the dive, plowing a deep ravine on the ground.

The entire audience was excited. A small number of people were slightly uncomfortable with this scene, but most people were cheering for Harry's bravery.

A true dragon-slaying warrior was born!

Although no wizards would pursue dragon slaying anymore, and fire dragons have long become one of the magical creatures kept in captivity by wizards, the power of fire dragons is still recognized by the world.

However, everything doesn't seem to end there.

I don’t know what happened to Harry, but amidst the laughter and laughter of the audience, he did something that no one expected!

"Drink——"

Harry's eyes were red, he roared wildly, turned the broom again and rushed towards the dragon and lion on the ground.

The sword light flashed several times, and only a soft "click" sound was heard, and the dragon's head was cut off completely. The hot dragon's blood continued to flow from the flat fracture, and the shocking bright red color quickly spread.

But Harry still seemed to have no intention of stopping. He held the Sword of Gryffindor and kept swinging it up, down, and up again. The dragon's blood splashed up again and again, inevitably sprinkling on his face.

, on the body.

The audience's boiling blood and the spilled dragon's blood cooled down together. Everyone looked at Harry in the field blankly, and they were all dumbfounded.

what happened to him?

Just when everyone was stunned from ear to ear, a red laser beam shot from Harry's side, knocking him down easily.

The Gryffindor sword in his hand flew up, and then was stuck on the ground with a "swish" sound. It can be seen that even though there was so much dragon blood splashing everywhere just now, the sword's blade was not stained.

Every bit as clean as new.

"Harry...what's wrong with him?"

When the dragon and lion landed just now, Maka had already pulled Hermione to her side, saving her from the tragic ending of being crushed into a meat pie by that huge body.

"I also want to know what happened."

Maka put the wand back into her sleeve, frowned and walked towards it. When passing the Sorting Hat, he picked it up.

"Do you know what's going on?" Maka asked casually.

"Finally someone remembered the hat. The poor hat has been on the ground enough... Oh? You are Maka McClain... I remember you! Yes, I remember it very clearly!" the Sorting Hat shouted, "You

Have you seen that silly bird?"

"Answer my question first." Maka shook her hat and asked again, "What happened just now?"

"Stop shaking! Stop shaking..." the Sorting Hat said hurriedly, "Just now? Did you mean that...um...Harry Potter? Yes...I don't know exactly, but..."

"But what?"

"But I have seen some similar scenes..." The Sorting Hat seemed to be recalling something, "I remember, it was when Godric and Salazar were still in the castle... You may know that they always

He likes to make noises and fights, and for such a big man, he still looks like a child! Hmm... Speaking of which, Godric never wears his hat properly. He always hangs me on his back and dangles it when he walks..."

"...Let's get to the point." Maka couldn't help but flicked her hat again, interrupting its nagging.

"Okay! This is about to get to the point... One day, Godric took the snake raised by Salazar and gave it to Helga to make soup. As a result, the two of them fought again. But that moment

It's different from usual. When Godric started fighting, it was endless, and his attacks were very heavy. Salazar also lost his temper, and these two guys broke the ceiling of the castle auditorium!"

"It wasn't until Rowena came over and used some method to separate the two people."

Maka listened carefully, but the Sorting Hat stopped mid-sentence.

"What next?"

He noticed that Harry had already gotten up dizzy, and that the rescue team that had been dispatched earlier also surrounded Harry, so he returned his attention to the Sorting Hat.

"Then? No more... Didn't I just say it? I'm not very clear either... Oops, stop shaking..."

Maka ignored the Sorting Hat, glanced at Harry from afar, and then walked quickly towards the Gryffindor sword stuck diagonally on the ground.

However, when he grasped the hilt of the sword and tried to pull it out, the sword did not move at all.

"Is this thing really the sword in the stone?" Maka said with a grin.

"The Sword in the Stone? Of course not!" the Sorting Hat shouted exaggeratedly, "How can that stupid sword be compared with this sword! This is -"

"What is it?" Maka saw that it stopped saying anything mid-sentence, and shook it again out of habit.

"Stop shaking! Stop shaking... No matter how you shake, you can't say anything..." the Sorting Hat screamed, "Do you remember what I said when I sorted you? This sword is destined to have nothing to do with you!"

"Alright alright……"

Maka shook her head and threw the Sorting Hat away. Amidst the hat's nagging curses, it fell into the hands of Hermione who had just walked over.

"In terms of rudeness, you are on a par with Godric!" the Sorting Hat shouted loudly, "Remember, you will always know when it's time to know! Just ask that idiot yourself then.

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Since Harry was beaten to the ground by Maka just now, his condition seems to have recovered again. At this time, he was looking at the corpse of the fire dragon with a complicated expression, and his heart was already in a mess.

Today's plans seemed wonderful, but they were all planned for him by others. Harry was not very happy that he actually killed a fire dragon.

On the contrary, he himself remembered the madness of the last ten seconds very clearly. He could even clearly recall the obsession that was almost overflowing in his heart when he raised his sword to slash the fire dragon.

The feeling was so refreshing that even now when he thought about it, he still had the urge to hold the hilt of the sword again, but the uncontrollable feeling also made him feel strongly uneasy.

Around Harry, who was in a daze, the people from the rescue team did not go over to talk to him. They came not because of Harry, but to drag back the body of the dragon and lion in front of them.

Under Bagman's inquiry, all members of the referee team unanimously stated that the game would continue normally.

In the following time, Hermione came forward and said a few words to Harry. Harry seemed to be a little better. He got on his broomstick and flew towards the top of the peak again.

Hermione easily pulled out the Sword of Gryffindor and returned it to the hole under the Sorting Hat.

Then, she quickly walked towards a yew forest in the distance.

The magic hourglass timing the competition was still leaking sand downwards. When the last grain of sand quietly settled, the first event of the Triwizard Tournament was finally over.

"...Okay, okay! Let's see...ladies are still first!" Bagman said loudly, "Miss Fleur Delacour, the warrior of Beauxbatons School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, only spent about eight-eighths of it.

It took three hourglasses to find the box that belonged to her!"

The teachers and students of Beauxbatons immediately applauded in unison, and they were all happy for Fleur.

In fact, just after Maka lured away the dragon and lion, Furong ran blindly along the river, and who knew she would find him just like that!

"Then came Miss Hermione Granger, the warrior of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. It took her a little long, but her performance was good - five-eighths of an hourglass time!"

The students at Hogwarts also applauded vigorously. Although most of the little snakes were very perfunctory, the numerical advantage still existed, and the applause was much more enthusiastic than that of Beauxbatons.

"The same warrior of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry - Harry Potter!" Bagman paused and then said loudly, "Exactly half the time of an hourglass!"

"Finally, the warrior of Durmstrang College, Maka McClane! One-sixteenth of the time of an hourglass! You heard me right, he only spent one-sixteenth of the time of an hourglass!"

To be honest, the valley where Maka's box is located is rugged with strange rocks, and no one can see it very clearly. In addition, Maka deliberately hid it, so most people didn't notice that he had already taken the box.

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"Of course! Everyone has to pay attention!" Mr. Bagman said again, "It is not just time that determines the score, the referee panel will also discuss their respective scores based on the performance of each warrior!"

"Now, warriors, please go to the first aid tent to check your physical condition and take a short rest. The referee team is already carefully considering your scores. I guess..."

Bagman continued to talk, while the four warriors, led by Madam Pomfrey, walked towards the first aid tent outside the wall.

But not long after they stayed in the tent, Harry and the others saw Ron walking in with heavy steps. His face was frighteningly white, and he stood at the entrance of the tent and stared at Harry blankly, as if

It's looking at a ghost.

"Harry...are you...ok?"