The Little Superman of Hogwarts

After the day's competition concluded,

Dragon Number 6 had 4 successful participants, each receiving one-quarter of a badge. These 4 were Cedric, Fleur, Harry, and Arthur.

Dragon Number 5 had 5 successful participants, each receiving two-fifths of a badge. These 5 were Cedric, Fleur, Harry, Arthur, and Eva.

Dragon Number 4 had 4 successful participants, each receiving three-quarters of a badge. These 4 were Cedric, Fleur, Harry, and Krum.

Dragon Number 3 had three successful participants, each receiving four-thirds of a badge. These three were, of course, Cedric and his two companions.

Dragon Number 2 had 0 successful participants; a complete wipeout!

Fleur, Cedric, and the others were utterly exhausted by this stage, unable to endure any longer. Moreover, they sensed that the magic emanating from this dragon was almost on par with Dumbledore's!

Such a terrifying thing was best avoided at all costs...

As for the most powerful Dragon Number 1, none of the contestants even saw it in person.

Soon, a massive scoreboard appeared on the Quidditch pitch.

The scores of the six individuals fluctuated rapidly, accumulating the results from today's performance.

The final scores all included decimals, so Dumbledore, with a grand gesture, rounded up everyone's badge count to the nearest whole number.

Fleur topped the leaderboard with 15 badges, followed by Cedric with 13, Harry Potter with 11, Krum with 7, Eva with 4, and Arthur with 3.

At this point, the possibility of victory for Arthur and Eva was virtually nonexistent.

As evening approached and the sun began to set, the Quidditch pitch buzzed with activity. Just as everyone was preparing to leave, Snape stood on the platform and announced: "Attention, everyone. Our judges have determined that the magnificent display of Dragon Number One was not fully showcased, a significant shortcoming. Therefore, after deliberation, a demonstration match will be held tonight at seven o'clock, where a single judge will take on Dragon Number One!"

The crowd erupted in an uproar. Dragon Number Two was already unbelievably strong; what kind of existence was Dragon Number One? And had they heard correctly, a one-on-one challenge?

In the Great Hall, a chaotic mass of people discussed the earlier competition.

Cedric and Harry were once again treated like heroes, tossed into the air by the crowd.

By six-thirty in the evening, the entire Quidditch pitch was once again packed to capacity. Students and teachers alike awaited the arrival of seven o'clock.

Harry, Ron, Neville, Cedric, and the others sat together, becoming one of the focal points of the crowd. The other three focal points were the group of teachers, and the two groups of contestants from the other two schools.

The teachers' group appeared particularly grand today, perhaps because the Minister of Magic and many high-ranking officials from the Ministry of Magic had come to the competition venue. They sat with the teachers, conversing occasionally, while the Minister of Magic remained serious, not speaking to anyone.

At the back of the crowd, an old man sat quietly; it was Voldemort—the successful version of Voldemort.

However, at this moment, he seemed to be deliberately concealing himself. None of the teachers in the audience seemed to notice him, except for Dumbledore, who, sitting in the front row, glanced back subtly.

With one minute remaining until seven o'clock, the chimes began to ring...

"Dong..." Every ten seconds, the bell rang once, each chime counting down the final ten seconds.

Suddenly, a brilliant burst of fireworks shot up from the Quidditch pitch, instantly transforming into the number 10, followed by the second number, 9.

In the next instant, the students began to count down, "Eight, seven..."

Finally, the countdown reached zero. In the next moment, Snape appeared in mid-air...

A massive 3D projection!

"Let us welcome our champion!" Snape as a host was truly incongruous, but his cold tone somehow piqued everyone's interest.

At the entrance to the Quidditch pitch, Hermione and Ginny, dressed in Chinese cheongsams, opened the curtain, and Cree walked out in a standard formal wizard's robe.

Without further ado, Cree walked to the center of the field. At this moment, the other five containers had disappeared, leaving only the final Container Number One.

Cree gently tapped the ground with his wand, and immediately, the container exploded, and Dragon Number One leaped out.

The entire audience was in a panic!

Everyone cried out in alarm, and many young wizards couldn't help but cover their eyes!

Because it was a skeletal dragon over twenty meters tall! In the darkness, the skeletal dragon emitted a ghostly glow!

Terrifying!

The skeletal dragon roared towards the sky. Although it had no vocal cords, its bones produced sound through vibrations, the bones rubbing against each other, creating a tremendous rumbling sound during the collision.

Where had the wizards of the Harry Potter magical world ever seen such a spectacle?

Everyone in the audience, including Dumbledore, was shocked beyond words.

Dumbledore also gasped... He was estimating whether he or this dragon was stronger.

"At least a 350,000-card dragon! Higher than my magic power value!" Dumbledore estimated in his mind: "But it seems to rely more on its survival instincts; its magical skills are probably severely lacking."

At the start of the Triwizard Tournament, this dragon only felt powerful, but at that time, it had flesh and blood!

But the thing in front of him was clearly something resurrected from the land of the dead!

This was simply dark magic!

"Dragon Number One is actually the most dangerous Lich Bone Dragon!"

"So scary, the phosphorescence on its body must be the fireflies of the bones after death!"

"Although it is a skeletal dragon, it is unbelievably powerful!"

The audience was in an uproar, and the high-ranking officials of the Ministry of Magic were even more horrified. They had thought this was just a children's game, but they never expected such a great god to appear!

The entire audience was silent until Cree waved his wand, and the entire Quidditch pitch radiated light. Under this backdrop, the skeletal dragon appeared even more terrifying, each bone seemingly baring its fangs and claws, ready to kill everyone.

Wait—at this moment, everyone came back to their senses. This was a demonstration-type challenge!

Could a human really defeat this skeletal dragon over twenty meters tall?

Cree first waved to the crowd in greeting. During this process, the skeletal dragon remained quiet and did not dare to move.

Then, Cree put his small wand in his pocket and took out the giant metal wand he had made himself from the center of the field.

Then, the end of the wand lit up—Cree said: [Luminescence]!

Everyone heard the spell, but they couldn't believe what happened next. A cluster of light like the sun flickered at the end of the wand, instantly illuminating the entire field, and the magic originally used for lighting on the grass suddenly appeared dim.

Everyone was complaining in their hearts: "This is luminescence?"

This is the light of nuclear fusion!

The handsome version of Voldemort, hidden at the back of the crowd, also exclaimed: "His magic power is at least ten times mine!"

In the next moment, Cree flew up, holding the heavy wand in his hand, surpassing the top of the skeletal dragon's head!

Like a searchlight, it illuminated the skeletal dragon's massive body!

And the bones of the skeletal dragon were vibrating, the two facing each other!

A fierce battle was about to break out!