The Legend of Harry Potter Schoolmaster

"Oh my gosh, Potter is flying... did you see that, Mr. Krum?"

"Beautiful turn, perfect..."

"Look! Mr. Potter got the golden egg...the fastest of the three...great performance..."

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In the tent, Jon could clearly hear that Ludo Bagman's screaming commentary didn't last long. Just five minutes later, the violent cheers almost overturned the entire Quidditch pitch.

"Next... let's have... the last fire dragon..." Mr. Bagman's voice became low: "The ruler from the Eastern European sky... the most terrifying hunter... a symbol of brutality..."

"Ukrainian Iron Belly!"

With Bagman's last roar, a huge gray-white fire dragon was put into the Quidditch pitch (the field).

This fire dragon is covered with gray scales, a pair of blood-red eyes scanning the surroundings, and the sharp claws nearly one meter long, shining in the sunlight...

On the podium, the eyes of the referees and teachers were instantly attracted by this big guy.

Obviously, apart from the judges and a very small number of teachers like Hagrid, the rest of the professors didn't know much about the content of the project.

"How could this be!" Professor Sprout called out, covering her mouth with trembling.

"Oh, my God!" Professor Flitwick shook his head helplessly and sat down on his seat.

Snape frowned and stood motionless, like a pine tree.

"Oliver, try this blueberry, it tastes great!" Dumbledore casually took a washed blueberry and handed it to Mrs. Maxim beside him...as if nothing had happened.

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"It's not fair!" Zacharias-Smith stood up and roared angrily at the referee's bench: "Why is this dragon so much bigger than the previous ones?"

"Come back!" Cedric Diggory grabbed him just in time, and he whispered, "Trust Jon..."

As he spoke, Cedric glanced at the Ukrainian iron belly with some palpitations... In the dead of night, he also wondered if he would help Hufflepuff and Hogwarts win if he was chosen as a warrior. glory.

But when he saw this terrifying behemoth, he couldn't help but feel a little fortunate.

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Most of Gryffindor's students have crowded Harry Potter to the school hospital...

In the school hospital, Hermione Granger was stunned when she heard the dragon roar from the Quidditch pitch.

"What's the matter with you?" Harry, who was bandaged on the hospital bed, asked softly.

"No...nothing..." Hermione smiled reluctantly.

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"Looks like this Hufflepuff is in trouble..."

"Yeah, a third-year student has to face the most brutal iron belly among the ten fire dragons!"

"I don't think there's anything to see, but I just hope he won't be hurt too badly by the fire dragon..."

Several Ravenclaw students were talking.

"I think so!" Luna Lovegood said softly, "Maybe Jon Hart can win?"

"So...you're a crazy girl!" Someone shouted, and then there was a snicker from the Ravenclaw stands.

"Humph!" Luna took out a copy of The Quibbler, covered her face, and decided to ignore them.

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"I hope this iron belly will work harder and get this damn Hart seriously injured!" Draco Malfoy said with some hatred: "The previous tree peak was too stupid!"

"That's right!"

"He's dead!"

Crabbe and Goyle reconciled.

In the first two rows of the Slytherin trio, the Greenglass sisters sat together.

Daphne glanced at the stadium with some disgust, her mood was inexplicably complicated.

Astoria had buried her head in her arms, sobbing and trembling slightly, she didn't dare to watch the next game at all.

"It's alright..." Daphne comforted softly, "He will definitely be alright..."

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"Please, the second champion of Hogwarts... Jon Hart!"

Jon walked outside through the tent entrance as Ludo Bagman called out his name.

Saying that he is not nervous is false, the only thing he can do is to calm down his emotions as much as possible.

The fence surrounding the Quidditch pitch had an opening on this side of the tent, and Jon walked into the field through the opening.

Hundreds of faces appeared in the stands on their side, and they made a loud noise - maybe some cheering, some cheering!

But Jon didn't have time to care, because at the other end of the field, the Ukrainian iron belly could be clearly seen. It crouched down, guarding its nest; its wings were half folded, surrounding the nest.

If it hadn't been for a little experience in Dumbledore's Pensieve, and if it was the first time that he had faced a Ukrainian iron belly, I'd be so frightened that he wouldn't even be able to hold his wand.

This gray-white giant dragon is at least three or four stories tall, and more than a hundred feet long... Compared with it, it seems so small.

Iron Belly also obviously noticed Jon's presence, and its bright red eyes glared at Jon with some contempt, and then looked away again.

Obviously, in its view, Jon is too small, like a mouse in front of an elephant, and is not a threat at all...

Jon took out his wand, got rid of distractions, focused completely, absolutely... Then he aimed at a football-sized rock on the ground.

The stone began to slowly deform... and finally turned into a hedgehog of the same size.

This is the most advanced Transfiguration Jon can use... Hedgehog rushes towards the iron belly.

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"A third-year student can turn a stone into an animal. Even the simplest hedgehog is quite remarkable..." On the rostrum, Madame Maxim couldn't help but comment.

"Does he want the hedgehog to distract the dragon so he can steal the golden egg?" Karkaroff sneered: "This is too naive!"

"Igor, you should focus on the game instead of thinking about something else!" Snape gave him a cold look, and sarcastically said in a cold tone.

"Severus..." Karkaroff looked at Snape with some fear and turned around.

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"Very beautiful one-handed Transfiguration, Mr. Hart!" Ludo Bagman continued to explain: "Iron Belly's attention seems to be attracted by this little hedgehog, this is an opportunity..."

"Wait...something flew in from outside the field!"

"That's right, another flying spell!"

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