I'm the king of scrolls at Hogwarts

Logically speaking, as a girlfriend, you shouldn't feel offended when your boyfriend praises a male idol.

But this was England, and Hermione couldn't help but think about it.

How did you say that? I, the British, have their own national conditions here, and I can’t blame Hermione for being sensitive. It’s the same for everyone.

The saddest thing in the world is not that women are robbing men, but that men are robbing men.

Hermione didn't like Viktor very much to begin with, and now her impression of him became even worse.

Ron spread his hands and expressed helplessness: "I'm just guessing how he can pass this project. I have no other meaning. Besides, I don't think he can do better than Harry."

Hermione glanced at him without saying anything, then lowered her head and began to flip through the book in her hand.

"He did not choose to fly. I don't understand." Elizabeth suddenly said, "Logically speaking, his performance in the Quidditch World Cup was actually really good. If he can maintain that level of performance on the field, I It won’t be a problem for him to get a golden egg.”

"Maybe he didn't think about it." Ron shrugged and looked up at the field, just in time to see Viktor throwing a magic spell at Siris Fireball Dragon.

That spell hit the head of the Seris Fireball Dragon. It was sluggish for a moment, and began to roar aimlessly. Its limbs were also trampling aimlessly, and mushroom-shaped fireballs were continuously sprayed out from its nose.

"Oh, it's an eye disease spell. It's a very clever method." Mr. Bagman explained it to the new students who didn't understand it at the right time. "We can see that the Seris Fireball Dragon, which is temporarily blind in both eyes, has started to go crazy. It sees No one can cast a spell on it, so it can only hit the ground randomly... Ouch, this tail looks so scary, the rockery was broken by the waist..."

A flick of the tail of Siris' Fireball Dragon interrupted the rockery not far from Viktor with a bang. Fortunately, Viktor's Iron Armor Curse came in time, thus avoiding being hit by a big rock. doom.

He took advantage of the blindness of the Seris Fireball Dragon and quickly climbed up the rockery to take away the golden egg. The moment he picked it up, the Seris Fireball Dragon seemed to feel his presence and stepped on it in its original position. Go up and crush several of your own eggs.

"Points will be deducted now." Elizabeth gloated. "It is impossible to let this dragon crush the egg without deducting points."

Sure enough, in the following scoring session, except for Karkaroff who gave ten points, the other judges did not give particularly high scores. Viktor received a total of 41 points.

Vasily, also a Durmstrang warrior, was next, the second to last. He was facing a Romanian longhorned dragon.

Romanian Longhorns is a dragon as its name suggests. It has long horns on its head, which is even more exaggerated than a unicorn. Vasily swallowed a mouthful of saliva and was not optimistic about his prospects.

Needless to say, these horns are a bit scary.

Fortunately, it was relatively smooth for him. He used his position to seduce the stupid dragon and dive headlong into the rockery. Except for the fact that he slipped and fell while going down the mountain after getting the golden egg, and his face was scratched, everyone was happy.

Karkaroff still gave a very high score. Even if he didn't like this student who was good at making opinions, he still represented Durmstrang's face.

Vasily's final score was 44 points, one point more than Viktor. Karkarov's face was a little gloomy, but he still smiled and patted Vasily on the shoulder to show encouragement.

This guy had a gloomy smile on his face, like he was forcing a smile when he had a toothache.

"The last person to appear is our savior, Harry Potter from Hogwarts! The fire dragon he has to face is the Norwegian Spinosaurus!"

Mr. Bagman shouted, looking at Harry with shining eyes.

The Norwegian Spinyback is also an old acquaintance of Harry's... no, an old acquaintance. What makes him even more unexpected is that this Norwegian Spinyback is actually an old acquaintance of his - he has been with Hagrid ever since. It was discovered from the small mark that this was not Bielong, but Norbert, whom Hagrid had sent to Charlie.

Norbert also felt that Harry looked a bit familiar, but as a fire dragon with a low IQ, there was nothing familiar or unfamiliar in its eyes, only making people mature.

About a hundred meters away, Norbert breathed flames at Harry from a distance. This enthusiasm for meeting again after a long separation made Harry feel less sleepy.

Good fellow, he called him, and he drew his wand and pointed it to the sky.

"Accio Firebolt! (Firebolt flying!)"

After shouting the spell, Harry became nervous. This was the spell he had just started practicing last night. What if it didn't work? His best record today was that a book flew over, and it only landed halfway before it landed on the ground. The Firebolt... was still placed at the door of the school. Can it fly over?

If he couldn't fly over, but Barbie had Q, he would have to face the fire dragon head-on. It wasn't that Harry thought he couldn't beat Norbert, the Norwegian Spinosaurus, but why did he have to use his fists when it could save trouble?

Just as he was thinking wildly, he heard something whizzing through the air behind him. He turned around and saw the Firebolt he had dreamed of holding in his arms while sleeping, flying around the edge of the Forbidden Forest and flying towards him quickly; it flew into the playing field and suddenly stopped in mid-air beside him, waiting. He sat astride it.

Firebolt, it's broken!

The noise from the crowd became louder, and Mr. Bagman shouted excitedly: "It's incredible! Harry Potter! A fourth-year student can actually use the Flying Curse skillfully. I'm so proud of you." Old Merlin, this world is so crazy! Even Viktor Krum, the genius seeker of the Bulgarian team and the pride of Durmstrang, has never thought of using a broomstick!"

Grindelwald, who was playing wizard chess with Emma, ​​curled his lips, thinking about Durmstrang's pride? Who is Durmstrang really proud of? Can you say that again?

Viktor Krum looked at Harry blankly in the field, and an inexplicable and indescribable feeling arose in his heart.

Yes, why didn’t I think of using my best skill, flying? Viktor thought with some frustration.

Harry no longer cared about what Mr. Bagman said. As soon as he stepped on the broomstick, he felt like the most powerful person in the world. That kind of confidence and that feeling of being like a fish in water came back to him. Body.

With a rush of energy, he kicked off the ground, and the Firebolt took him flying into the sky like an arrow from a string.

When he was spiraling up quickly, the wind blowing his hair, when the audience below turned into ant-like dots, and the Norwegian Spinosaurus shrank to the size of a dog, he realized - he He abandoned not only the ground, but also his fears: he was back where he was at home.

It's just another Quidditch match, that's all... It's just another Quidditch match, and the Norwegian Spinosaurus is just another tough opponent.

He looked down at the nest of eggs, and the seeker's super eyesight allowed him to quickly identify the golden egg, which was lying peacefully among the front legs of the Norwegian Spinosaurus.

Eyesight and vision are actually two different things. Vision determines whether you can see things clearly, while eyesight determines your ability to distinguish and find objects.

Now Harry's strength is not only flying, he is also a leader in transfiguration. I saw him taking out his wand on his broomstick, pointing it at a rock and chanting a spell loudly, turning it into a quaffle. At the same time, he turned a rock into a batting bat, and used the flying spell to kill them. Got it into my arms.

He put away his wand, threw the quaffle, and hit the rock-turned-quaffle into Norbert's face.

Norbert was enraged. He never expected that this familiar-looking man would dare to hit himself with something. It fluttered its wings and roared upwards, but was hit hard on the throat by the Quaffle.

It choked, and Harry took the opportunity.

He pushed the speed to the extreme, and it almost turned into a black lightning. During the few seconds when Noble was stunned, Harry quickly passed by Noble's temporary nest, stretched out his hand to explore, and took out the golden egg. He held it in his arms, then quickly distanced himself and flew into the sky.

"Oh my god! What did I see! Only one minute passed! One minute! Our Harry Potter player, under the strict defense of this fire dragon, made a surprise attack and obtained the golden egg! Oh my God, it was really a hero's appearance. This boy is not a dragon but he can't cross the river! He is worthy of being the youngest seeker in the history of Gryffindor... Sure enough, a fourth-year student who has the confidence to sign up cannot afford to offend this fire dragon!"

Mr. Bagman shouted at the top of his lungs, without caring about his own image, and his saliva splashed out in all directions, which was disgusting.

Harry flew to the guest seat, jumped lightly to the ground, and placed the golden egg on Louis' table.

"I succeeded! Ron! Hermione!" Harry giggled happily and hugged his good brother Ron tightly - there was an episode when he started staring at Zhang Qiu. , Ginny broke up with him.

However, this did not affect the relationship between Harry and Ron.

At this time, Viktor also came over. He looked at Harry meaningfully, and after a while, he extended his hand: "Your ball-finding skills are very good. I hope we will have the opportunity to compete on the same stage."

Of course, Harry would not show weakness. He took Viktor's extended hand generously and nodded heavily: "I hope this day will come. You are a great seeker, Mr. Krum. "

"Call me Viktor. I hope we can become friends... Do you have time tomorrow? Maybe we can have a casual dinner together and exchange ideas about seekers." Viktor asked with a smile, but pressed His appearance and temperament, a strong man, seemed more like he wanted to recruit him to join the bandits than like he wanted to invite Harry to dinner and chat.

"Of course, ah, I mean, no problem." Harry said hurriedly. This was an opportunity to have dinner with the best seeker in the world. How could he miss it?

Viktor smiled, patted Harry on the shoulder and turned to leave.

Maybe this is the sympathy between seekers...

Hermione looked at Viktor's back, then at Harry, shook her head and sighed: "Boys are so complicated..."

Ron, on the other hand, looked at Harry with excitement and stretched out his hands to hold his shoulders: "Oh my God! Harry! This is the best Seeker in the world! He actually wants to invite you to dinner! Oh my God! Which...you must get an autograph for me..."

"I still suggest you talk to him yourself." Harry said cheerfully, "We will go together tomorrow."

"Really...really? Can I?" Ron was overwhelmed by this huge surprise, and it took him a long time to react.

"Of course, we are best friends." Harry smiled and bumped his good brother with his shoulder.

Mr. Bagman's voice also sounded at this time: "So, the first project is over now. Next will be the scoring session for the last contestant, Harry Potter - I believe everyone has seen it. When it comes to his outstanding performance, then... the scoring begins now!"

Without thinking, Principal Dumbledore sprayed the word 10 into the sky from his wand; Mr. Lovegood and Mr. Bagman followed suit and both gave high scores of 10. Madame Maxime thought about it and gave it ten points. She specially added a loud voice to express herself, saying that she thought Harry was opportunistic in using the broomstick - but Harry's performance was really excellent, so After considering everything, she still gave it ten points.

Karkaroff was as shameless as ever. He gave Harry five points, causing the audience to boo. Even Gryffindor Seamus began to imitate Tian Wenjing.

"Well, it seems that our Harry Potter player's score this time will not be too high - well, after all calculations, the overall score of the Potter player is - forty-five points! Let us congratulate him!"

There were loud boos on the court - not directed at Harry, but at Karkaroff.

Karkaroff also knew that he had gone too far, but after all, he had been a Death Eater, and his skin was as thick as the walls of Hogwarts Castle. He sat there with his face neither red nor white, looking at ease.

"So... the overall ranking of the contestants is - the first place, the contestant from Hogwarts, Miss Catherine Worley! With her outstanding performance, she won a perfect score of fifty points! Let us congratulate her !”

Louis patted Catherine's thigh, smiled and praised her: "As expected of my baby, you did a great job."

The corners of Catherine's mouth curled up slightly, and there was a hint of sweetness in her heart, but she still snorted softly, her arrogant little look was so cute.

Applause and cheers were everywhere, warm and surging. Everyone shouted Catherine's name loudly, and Catherine stood up and walked to the stand and bowed slightly to express her gratitude to everyone.

After the celebrations subsided, Mr. Bagman shouted again: "The second place is Miss Marilyn Chabanol from Beauxbatons! Let us congratulate her!"