Harry Potter Reborn

Harry's attitude did not offend Fleur in the least.

Fleur moved closer to Harry.

Seeing that Harry was about to be molested, a particularly loud cheer suddenly sounded in the venue.

"Victor Krum successfully passed the level! But unfortunately, because of his fierceness, he angered the fire dragon, causing the golden egg to be stepped on several times. Although the golden egg will not be damaged, if it is replaced by something else,

Maybe Viktor Krum's action failed. This will definitely affect his score. Well, let the judges start scoring." Bagman's voice came in.

Furong was diverted a little.

"Okay, the scores are out. We can see that Viktor Krum's score is not low. This must be the judges' reward for the courage he showed in this level."

"Now it's time for the third warrior to appear, Miss Delacour."

"Beep..." a loud whistle sounded.

But Fleur just looked at Harry infatuatedly and didn't pay attention to the voice in her ears.

"Beep...beep..." I remembered two more sounds.

Harry really regretted making this joke.

He twisted Fleur's head and made himself disappear from her sight.

Furong only felt that the environment suddenly became much gloomier, and that was it when she turned off the filter.

As long as Fleur no longer sees Harry, although her heart is still full of Harry, she is no longer unable to extricate herself.

Harry stood behind Fleur, pushed her step by step to the tent door, then leaned against Fleur's ear and said softly: "Now you are going to compete. Can we meet again after the competition?"

Fleur nodded and turned her head, as if she wanted to look back at Harry.

But Harry pushed Fleur's head straight again: "Don't look back, and behave well."

Furong pouted unhappily, then reluctantly walked into the arena.

In the empty circle, Fleur looked at the green fire dragon in the center without any nervousness in her heart, because her mind was already tied to Harry at the moment.

Fleur stretched out her wand and recited a spell.

A light lit up at the end of the wand.

Bagman shouted: "Smart Miss Delacour, this seems to be a charm magic, the fire dragon's spirit has been affected... Hiss... Miss Delacour went directly to the fire dragon, and the fire dragon just shook his head.

...It is so unconscious, does it regard Miss Delacour as its child?"

Maybe it was because of the closeness that the fire dragon sprayed out a small flame without being aggressive. To the little fire dragon, this was definitely a friendly greeting.

Furong's expression changed, and she rolled sideways, but her skirt still caught fire. Furong quickly used a magic spell to summon water to put out the fire, and then got the golden egg without any danger.

The audience once again burst into cheers, followed by a moment of silence, waiting for the referee to give Furong a score, and then there was another round of applause.

"Come on, kid..." On the other side of the huge playing field, Madam Pomfrey stood at the door of the rescue tent: "Come in and let me see if you are injured..."

Inside the tent, Viktor Krum was wearing bandages, and Cedric Diggory was lying on the hospital bed with most of his body covered in bandages.

Fleur looked at the two of them with an expression of indifference. She was very strange. Before, she thought that these two people were countless times better than Harry Potter, but now, she looked back at the preparation tent opposite.

, she just hoped that she could see Harry again as soon as possible and didn't want to delay even a second.

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Harry looked away, beginning to feel that the game was boring.

Then Warrior No. 4 Polyarco Brown and Warrior No. 5 Vincent Picoquet entered the field.

In the meantime, Harry really didn't want to wait in vain.

So he apparated and went on a world tour. He visited the Statue of Zeus in Olympia, the Temple of the Goddess Artemis in Greek Mythology, the Pyramids of Egypt, the Great Wall and other seven wonders of the world. He thought about it and left a "bit"

"Harry Potter, the Son of Face, is here to visit". Anyway, there is no global ban on graffiti yet, so if he writes a sentence, it does not violate the rules at this point in time.

In fact, a few years later, the words Harry left behind only made these ancient buildings more famous.

When Harry finished his last trip, he rushed back to Hogwarts.

I happened to hear: "Now, there is only one last warrior left, Harry Potter. I invite Mr. Potter to appear."

"Wuhu..."

"Come on Potter..."

"Woo, I've staked all my fortune on you, I must win!"

The cheers were the loudest in the venue, and the winter clouds were shattered.

Harry stood at the door of the tent, raised his head slightly and looked up into the sky, thinking of one thing. In the morning, when Astoria knew that Harry was going to compete today, she looked at Harry with admiration and said with admiration: "I

I want to see my brother become the most eye-catching one and let everyone’s applause ring out for him.”

Harry smiled slightly and stepped out of the tent.

The next second, he was standing in the air above the huge arena.

What exactly is the first test? Courage and courage.

Fire dragon, dragon egg.

What makes people think of this smooth success is defeating the fire dragon and winning the golden egg.

But why does it become that as long as you can steal the golden egg, you will be considered successful, ha...

Harry didn't want to dwell on this issue, he just wanted to tell others what a true warrior is!

(A true warrior dares to...)

"Merlin, why can he fly directly in the air?"

"Can you fly in the air without using a flying broom?"

"You are ignorant, aren't you? Voldemort has this ability. He seems to be born with it."

"Can you not mention that dead man? It's bad luck."

Harry looked up or down at the thousands of faces in the stands. There was a roaring noise in the auditorium. These voices were friendly and malicious. Harry did not distinguish and did not mind.

At the other end of the field, the Hungarian Horntail Dragon stood impressively.

It crouched low, guarding its golden egg, its wings folded halfway, and raised its head, staring at Harry with its vicious yellow eyes.

This is an extremely large lizard-like reptile covered in scales.

It violently twists its spiked tail. Every time it swings, it will leave pits and pits several meters long on the hard rock ground. It is not difficult to imagine that this steel-like tail will directly hit a person.

People turn into meat.

Harry's eyes were calm, he was floating in the air, he just slowly raised his arm and said softly: "Here comes the sword!"

"What is he going to do?"

"Amplify your move?"

"But where is Potter's wand?"

Just when someone was talking about it.

A crimson light suddenly shot into Harry's hand and turned into a sword inlaid with a blood-red gem.

Dumbledore stood up in shock: "The Sword of Gryffindor!"

Then, without knowing what he thought of, Dumbledore showed a relaxed smile and sat down again.

He had been worried about what kind of wizard Harry would become in the future, but when he saw that Harry could summon the Sword of Gryffindor, he was finally relieved. Because only wizards with the unique qualities of Gryffindor, Gryffindor

Only then will the sword respond to his call.

The Sword of Gryffindor is a legacy of Gryffindor, one of the four giants of Hogwarts.

In that dark age, Gryffindor held this sword and cut through obstacles with his friends to carve out a place for the wizards.

After that, the sword remained silent for thousands of years.

Courage, perseverance, will, belief, Harry possesses all of these.

So when Harry needed it at this moment, what reason did it have for not appearing?

After thousands of years of accumulation, it is difficult to describe how far the magic power of the sword has been accumulated.

Harry's thoughts moved slightly, and a huge force suddenly appeared in the stands directly in front of him, forcing the audience to separate. Like dolls in the strong wind, they swayed this way and that, leaving a blank area dozens of meters wide.

The magic power in Harry's body continuously poured into the Sword of Gryffindor.

The blade of the sword became more and more glaring, and Harry seemed to be holding a miniature sun, and the silver light pierced everyone's eyes with tears.

The Hungarian Horntail trembled in fear on the ground.

Then, Harry waved his sword gently from bottom to top.

A fifty-meter-long waning moon plowed through the field vertically.

What kind of rock, Hungarian Horntail, the stand seems to not exist, unable to block the light at all.

Thus, the Hungarian Horntail died.

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