Chapter 171

"Disillusionment is invisible."

Marca took out her wand and waved it. Then she gradually disappeared in Harry's sight, integrated with the surrounding environment and disappeared in front of him.

"Well..." Harry blinked and just wanted to ask what the spell was, but suddenly he seemed to think of something. "Hagrid, listen to me, I can't stay long... I have to go back to the castle at one o'clock -"

But Hagrid didn't listen. He opened the door of the hut and strode into the darkness. Harry hurried up. He was surprised to find that Hagrid was leading him towards booth Barton's carriage.

"Hagrid, how do you --"

"Shh!" said Hagrid, and knocked three times on the door with two crossed gold wands.

Mrs. Maxim opened the door. She had a silk shawl around her wide shoulders. When she saw Hagrid, her face suddenly blurred and looked amazed.

"Oh -- are you -- Mr. Hagrid?"

"Good evening." Hagrid smiled at her and held out a hand to help her down the golden steps.

Mrs. Maxim turned and closed the door of the carriage. Hagrid handed her his arm. They walked together around the edge of the temporary paddock, where Mrs. Maxim's winged horses were closed.

Harry was confused. He looked around, but he couldn't find Marca. In desperation, he had to trot blankly to keep up with them.

Is it Mrs. maxim that Hagrid wants to show him? He can see her at any time... She is so big that it is difficult to be ignored

"Hagrid, where are you taking me?" said Mrs. Maxim suddenly in a joking tone.

"Oh - ho ho, I'm going to take you to see a baby! Trust me, you'll like it," Hagrid said softly, rubbing his hands subconsciously. "They're big, strong and charming! But - don't tell anyone I brought you, okay? You shouldn't know."

"Really..." Mrs. Maxim's long black eyelashes fanned. She looked at Hagrid. "Of course... Of course not."

She nodded her head thoughtfully and asked curiously: "what kind of perfume do you use? What kind of perfume is it? It smells so intoxicating... Let me guess, is it a new product of the Paul wizard series in Italy?"

When Hagrid heard the question, he was refreshed. Just now, Marca taught him a lot of useful words, including these.

Although Mrs. maxim is tall and different from ordinary people, she is a very typical French woman. There is also an unusual fascination for clothes, perfume and cosmetics.

If you want to get her favor, it's a convenient and effective choice.

"Oh - in fact, you can give it a moving name," Hagrid said gracefully, raising the tip of his hair, which had become unusually soft. "Because it was personally deployed by my personal image consultant, and there is no formal name yet!"

His movements look a little stiff. After all, he doesn't usually do such movements.

"Is this really... Okay?" Mrs. Maksim exclaimed. "It's wonderful that the perfume brand is exclusive. I have to think about it."

Hagrid walked freely with Mrs. maxim in the moonlight, which made him forget Harry behind him.

They were still walking, and the two long legs took big steps. Harry had to trot behind, looking at his watch from time to time, and his heart became more and more anxious.

Hagrid had a hasty plan in his mind, which might make him miss his meeting with Sirius. If they can't reach their destination soon, he's ready to turn around and go straight back to the castle.

Gradually, they had walked far around the edge of the forbidden forest, and the castle and lake could not be seen.

But just then Harry heard something. Several men shouted in front, and then there was a deafening roar

Hagrid led Mrs. Maxim around a bush and stopped.

Harry hurried over and stood with them. In that short moment, he thought he saw several bonfires, and men jumped around the fire!

But then he opened his mouth in surprise.

That's the fire dragon! Many fire dragons!

Harry counted. There were eight very fierce looking adult fire dragons locked in a wooden field. They stood on their hind legs, roaring and snorting.

Flames shot out of their open fanged mouths into the dark night sky. Their necks were high, and their mouths were nearly 50 feet above the ground.

There are at least 60 wizards on the site, and every seven or eight are responsible for dealing with a fire dragon.

They dragged the chains, desperately trying to subdue the eight fire dragons. Those chains were connected to the big thick belts that tied the dragon's legs and neck. Beside Harry, who was stunned by the scene, Marca, who was also invisible, was looking at them calmly.

"Dumbledore is a little open-minded this time - eight fire dragons, this scene will never be small," he thought to himself. "Next, it depends on what Voldemort will do."

At this time, the Wizards tried their best to tightly pull the iron chain in their hands.

"Stay there, Hagrid!" shouted a wizard near the fence, holding on to the chain in his hand. "They can spray fire twenty feet away, you know! I saw this wasp spray forty feet!"

"How beautiful!" said Hagrid softly.

"It's no use pulling like this. It moves too much!" shouted another wizard. "Read the coma spell. Count to three and read it together!"

So each dragon trainer pulled out his wand.

"Dizzy!" they shouted in unison. The coma curse shot like a rocket into the dark night sky, and the burst of sparks fell on the scaly thick skin of the eight dragons like a shower.

Suddenly, the fire dragons stood shakily with their hind legs. Its mouth was wide open and made a silent roar. The flame in the nostrils suddenly went out, but it was still smoking.

Then they fell down very slowly.

The fire dragon fell to the ground, shaking the trees behind him. It can be imagined that these big guys must weigh several tons.

The Dragon trainer put down his wand and walked to the fallen fire dragons. Each dragon was like a hill. They hurriedly fastened the chains, tied them firmly to the iron pillars, and nailed the iron pillars deeply to the ground with their magic wands.

"Would you like to come closer?" Hagrid could no longer maintain his gentlemanly demeanor. Now he was asking Mrs. Maxim excitedly.

They both walked to the fence together, and Marca and Harry followed. The wizard who had just warned Hagrid to stay away turned around, and they immediately recognized that it was one of Ron's brothers, Charlie Weasley.

"What's up, Hagrid?" he came panting, but was immediately startled by Hagrid's present appearance. "Oh, Merlin's chin... What are you dressed up for?"

"What kinds do you have here, Charlie?" Hagrid didn't bother to answer the question. He stared at the nearest black dragon with an almost worship look in his eyes.

The black dragon's eyes were still slightly open, and even a thin yellow light could be seen under its wrinkled black eyelids.

"This is a Hungarian tree bee," Charlie said. "In fact, there are two ordinary Welsh green dragons, two Swedish short nosed dragons, a Chinese Fireball, two Hungarian tree bees and a Ukrainian iron belly."

Charlie looked around. Mrs. Maxim was walking along the field, looking carefully at the eight stunned fire dragons.

"I didn't expect you to bring her, Hagrid," said Charlie, frowning. "A warrior shouldn't know what he's going to face - she'll tell her students, won't she?"

"I just think she'd like to come and see." Hagrid shrugged his shoulders and still stared at the dragon.

"What a romantic date, Hagrid," Charlie said, shaking his head helplessly.

"Eight in all..." said Hagrid. "Each warrior needs to deal with two? Do you want them to fight with the fire dragon?"

"In fact, we don't know," Charlie shook his head, "but it shouldn't be too dangerous for the warrior to fight with two fire dragons... And it's absolutely impossible to win."

He thought for a moment and then asked, "how's Harry?"

"OK," Hagrid replied dreamily, still staring at the fire dragons.

"I wish he was still safe in the face of this danger," Charlie said anxiously, looking at the place where the dragon was closed. "I dare not tell my mother where Harry is, but Hagrid just responded with a hum, and his attention was sucked away by the fire dragons.

Harry felt he couldn't stay any longer.

He believed that Hagrid's heart had been filled with charming eight fire dragons and Mrs. maxim, and he would not care about himself. So he turned quietly and began to return to the castle.

At the other end, Maka was squatting on the side of the brain bag of a Chinese fireball. He looked at its face that looked like a lion and was stunned. He didn't know what he was thinking.