HP Magic Biography

"Very brave!" Bagmont cheered again.

Harry heard a terrifying rumbling scream from the Chinese fire dragon, and the audience held their breath.

"That really showed his guts--and--great, he got the golden egg!"

The applause broke the winter air like shattered glass, and Krum was done—it would be Harry's turn at any time.

Harry stood up, faintly aware that his legs seemed to be made of grass from the swamp.

He waited there, and then heard the whistle. As he walked out of the account, the panic in his heart grew louder like a crescendo. Now he was walking through the woods, passing through a gap in the fence.

Everything he saw seemed to be a dream of extremely high color. Since he stepped into this place, hundreds of faces have looked down at him from the magically conjured stands. And the horn-tailed dragon, at the other end of the fence, squatted down to look at the egg protecting her, her wings half open, and her evil, yellowed eyes looked at Harry, this huge whole body of phosphorus A piece of black scorpion, waving her nail-like tail, left a yard-long hole mark on the hard ground.

There was a loud noise from the audience, but whether it was out of kindness or not, Harry didn't know or cared anymore.

It's time to do what he has to do. He can do it by concentrating, paying attention to that object completely, and feeling the mark that he has left.

"What is he doing?" Hermione asked nervously. "When he got it and forgot how to cast it?"

"Don't worry, Hermione, what you believe in Harry has my means." Fanlin said, "The flame of the Hungarian Horntail Dragon is not strong. Harry only has to avoid its physical attacks..."

Before Fanlin could finish speaking, Harry suddenly raised his wand.

Rocket crossbow coming)!" Harry shouted.

He waited, every nerve in his body was tense, praying.

If this doesn't work, if the rocket crossbow doesn't come... he seems to be looking at everything around him through a luminous transparent barrier, such as a hot mist, and this barrier makes the fence and the hundreds of faces strange The earth is floating around him.

Then he heard the thing flying quickly behind him, and he turned to see his rocket crossbow colliding by the edge of the woods, roaring into the fence, stopping in mid-air beside him, waiting for his dispatch.

The crowd is noisier. Bagmont was also yelling something, but Harry's ears were no longer working properly, and his hearing was not important.

He crossed his legs on the broom, kicked from the ground, and after a second, something incredible happened.

He rose from the ground, rushed straight into the sky, and the wind blew across his hair. The audience's face turned into a tiny flesh-colored bell hole below, and the horntail dragon shrank to the size of a dog. He realized that he had not only risen. Leaving the ground, he has already thrown away his fear and returned to where he truly belongs.

This is just another Quidditch game, nothing more. Another Quidditch game, and the dragons were just another ugly enemy team.

Hermione yelled in excitement, which was enough to excite the girl. It turned out that the most difficult thing to do was overcome by Harry Potter, which was enough for everyone.

Gryffindor has never been stingy about complimenting his own people. Fanlin felt the long-lost excitement and stood up and cheered for Harry, just like Hermione.

On the contrary, Malfoy was still talking some rubbish, but these voices were drowned out by Gryffindor's cheers.

...

Harry in the sky was calmer than ever.

He looked down at the nest of eggs and recognized the golden one.

The golden egg emits a different light from the other silver-gray companions, and is firmly placed between the dragon's front legs.

"Okay!" Harry said to himself, "Strategy with voice, let's go."

He dived down. The head of the Hungarian Horntail Dragon followed closely. Knowing what the beast wanted to do, he pulled away in time, and a flame sprayed at the place he would have reached if he didn't dodge. It was dangerous, but Harry was not afraid, it was not much harder than dodge an eagle.

"Great Scotland, he can fly!" Bagmon shouted excitedly, and the crowd screamed and panted. "Are you watching, Mr. Krum?"

Harry spun up, the trumpet-tailed dragon was still chasing after him. Its long neck twisted and twisted like twists—if Harry continued, the dragon would be dizzy—but it’s better not to tease him. Too long, otherwise it will breathe fire again-Harry descended steeply when the dragon's mouth opened again, but this time he was not so lucky-although he avoided the flames, he hit the dragon's tail whip, and he flashed towards On the left, a spike rubbed his shoulder and tore his robe-he felt a tingling pain, heard the screams and groans of the crowd, but the wound did not seem to be deep.

It seems that this is still not enough insurance.

Harry ascended high into the sky, and under the cover of his robe, he drank the potion that Fanlin had given him.

An icy feeling flowed from his throat, and his body shuddered unconsciously.

This feeling is very familiar, and he did this during the year.

Now he went up to the dragon's back and saw an opportunity.

The horn tail dragon didn't seem to want to take off, she wanted to protect her egg too strongly. Despite her entanglement, twisting her body, spreading and closing her wings, her frightening yellow eyes never left Harry. She was still afraid of getting too far from her egg, but he had to walk away convincingly, otherwise he There will never be a chance to get close to those eggs.

The key is to be careful and seduce slowly.

He started flying here for a while, and then flying there for a while, staying out of the dragon's fire-breathing range, but it could pose a threat enough to make Longyan watch him.

She shook her head, staring straight at Harry through her pupils, her fangs grinning.

He flies higher.

The dragon head rises accordingly, and the dragon neck has now risen to its longest length, still shaking, like a snake in front of the mage.

Harry rose a few feet, and the dragon roared.

Harry was like a fly, so annoyed that she was about to kill, the dragon's tail began to swing again, and because Harry was too high to reach, she sprayed fire into the air, but was avoided one by one.

Although it was protected by potions, it was strange in itself that it was not damaged by the frontal spray of flames.

"Come on," Harry hissed, dodgeing teasingly over her head, "Come on, come up and catch me, now you come up."

The movement of Harry's hand did not stop, and one after another eye spells hit the body of the Hungarian Horntail Dragon.

Harry's curse was not so powerful.

The effect of these spells on Fanlin's feedback is only to have a harassment effect, but this is enough.

Disturb the vision and irritate it, so Harry has a chance...

Finally the fire dragon stood up, spread her huge black wings, the width of a small plane—Harry dived down.

A burst of flame sprayed at Harry.

There is no doubt that this fire dragon was successfully angered.

Harry hurriedly blocked the front with his wand, and lightly chanted the armor curse.

That was an improved version of Professor Snape.

There is no doubt about the strength of the defense. In fact, Harry needs to behave. Before the potion expires, he is safe in front of the flames.

The brilliance of the spell was broken at the touch of a touch, but this time was enough, and the speed of the rocket crossbow was fast enough.

As Hallimon lifted it upward, the rocket crossbow turned to high altitude, and it seemed that Harry had noticed the wings hidden behind the flames.

"Good job, Harry!"

There was a howl of excitement in the venue.

Everyone was cheering for Harry's calmness. Especially the Weasley brothers, they are Harry's loyal supporters.

Fanlin held the wand in his hand. It was not enough just to play it. The flame of the horn tail dragon was not the most powerful.

But Harry got the effect he wanted.

The Hungarian horn-tailed dragon broke free from his chains, his wings waved, and the speed of the dragon was almost unimaginable.

This seems to have become a chase.

However, Harry's speed is not covered, to be precise, the rocket crossbow did not disappoint Harry.

Fanlin had told Harry about the interference effect of the Eye Disease Curse, which was very important, Harry always remembered.

Harry kept circling in the sky, and the eye disease curse almost drained his mana. He was rubbed by the flame several times, but fortunately the potion was very powerful.

Harry seized an opportunity. The horn tail dragon seemed to have no time to turn around. Taking advantage of this gap, Harry dived down from a high altitude.

Before the dragon figured out what he had done, before finding where he had gone, Harry rushed to the ground as fast as possible, flying towards the now-lost female dragon’s front paw

Guardian Egg...

The fire dragon reacted, it also accelerated its dive, but Harry was faster, so to speak, he was going to be even more crazy.

He let go of a hand and no longer held the rocket crossbow—he finally grabbed the golden egg—and accompanied by a dash, Harry quickly left.

He yelled and flew over the stands, the heavy egg steadily resting under his injured arm, as if someone had just turned on the volume-for the first time, he clearly heard the noise of the crowd, all kinds of The screams and cheers were as loud as the Irish supporters in the World Cup.

Hermione was so excited that she was about to jump up, she didn't hesitate, just pulled Fanlin down, and she wanted to celebrate for her friend.

Ron's face was a little pale, but at least, Ron followed the two people.

"Look!" Bagmon shouted. "Look! Our youngest warrior got the golden egg the fastest! Ah, this will greatly reduce Mr. Potter's strange behavior!"

Harry saw the watchman of the dragon rushing to calm the tail dragon. In fact, the big guy was a little miserable. He crashed into the rock.

Also, at the exit of the fence, Professor McGonagall, Professor Moody, and Hagrid all stepped forward to meet him. They were all beckoning, and the smile on their faces was clearly visible after so far.

He flew back to the stand again, where the noise almost pierced his eardrums, and he landed smoothly, his mood was the most relaxed in weeks, he passed the first mission, and he survived.

"Very good, Potter!" Professor McGonagall shouted when Harry stepped off the broomstick-it was a very high evaluation for her.

Harry also noticed that her hands were shaking. "You have to go to Ms. Pomfrey to see the injury before the judges show the score. Right there, she has cured Diggory."

"Good job, Harry!" Hagrid said hoarsely. "Just a good job! Defeating the horn-tailed dragon and everything else, you also know that Charlie said that the female dragon is the most difficult to deal with—"

"Thank you, Hagrid." Harry said loudly, and he had to stop Hagrid from chattering so as to reveal the fact that he had seen the real dragon before Harry.

Professor Moody also appeared quite satisfied, his magic eyes rolled happily.

"It's simple and beautiful, Potter," he growled.

"Okay, Potter, it's time to go to the emergency account, quickly." Professor McConaughey said.

Harry walked out of the fence and was still in the distance when he saw Ms. Pomfrey standing at the door of another tent, looking worried.

"Dragon!" She said a word with a disgusting tone, pulling Harry into the account. The tent was divided into two small rooms, and Harry recognized Cedric through the canvas. He didn't seem to be seriously injured, at least he could still sit.

Girl Pomfrey checked his injuries and kept saying angrily: "Last year it was a werewolf, this year it was a big dragon, what else will they bring into school? You are very lucky, this is just a skin injury. But I still have to clean it before treatment."

She patted the wound with some purple potion. When the liquid touched the wound, it smoked and was accompanied by a tingling sensation, but then Ms. Pomfrey used her wand to poke Harry’s wound, and Harry immediately felt all All right.

"Now, just sit down for me! Then you can leave to listen to the score."

She hurriedly got out of this tent, and then Harry heard her walk into the next room, "How do you feel now, Diggory?"

...

Harry didn't want to just sit there, he had too much adrenaline in his body. He stood up and wanted to go out and see what was going on outside, but before he could get to the door of the tent, three people rushed in—Hermione, Fanlin, and Ron following him.

"Harry, you are amazing!" Hermione screamed. There were nail marks on her face because she held her face tightly when she was scared. "You are amazing, really!"

But Harry only looked at Ron, and Ron was pale, looking at Harry like a ghost.

"Harry," he said very solemnly, "Whoever puts your name in the goblet...I...I think they want you to compete!"

What happened in the past few weeks seems to have never happened-it seems that Harry sees Ron for the first time now~www.wuxiaspot.com~ just after he was chosen as a Warrior.

"You caught up, didn't you?" Harry said coldly. "It took you long enough."

Hermione stood nervously between them, looking at this and that. Ron hesitated to speak but stopped.

Harry knew he wanted to apologize, but suddenly realized that he didn't want to listen at all.

"It's okay," Harry said, stopping what Ron was about to say. "forget it."

"No," Ron said, "I should have—"

"Let's pass the past," Harry said.

This result is not difficult to accept, at least, Fanlin thinks so.

"How do you feel?" Fanlin asked, "I almost shot the dragon flying with a spell just now. In fact, I am very afraid..."

"The potion hasn't expired," Harry said. "I'm glad that I'm still alive."