Chapter 174

Harry's situation is a little worse than Marca's.

First of all, one thing must be understood - most fire dragons like heights, and Harry's goal is the highest point of the whole field.

Around the mountain, there are at least three fire dragons spinning constantly. Although Harry's level of flying broom is getting higher and higher, there are frequent crises at present.

A fire dragon spits out flames continuously behind him, looking like it will never stop if it can't catch up with him; There are two fire dragons hovering in the sky.

What about "both misfortune and challenge" drawn by Harry?

He held the broom handle tightly between his legs, lowered his body and flew at high speed, but the speed did not mention the fastest. Because, under the chase of the fire dragon behind him, he must dodge every flame dragon breath in time. In this case, flexibility and speed are obviously equally important.

The wizard's robe rattled in the wind, and his black hair flew with the wind, revealing the iconic lightning scar on Harry's forehead.

The audience are paying close attention to Harry. After all, Harry is the most wonderful and nervous of all the warriors in the audience.

With each turn of Harry's roll, everyone couldn't help shouting. Several times, Harry's clothes were wiped to the edge by the fire, which was almost a dangerous situation.

But Harry always dodged at the most critical moment. He clenched his teeth and kept an eye on everything around him.

He is really a real Gryffindor. He is brave, fearless and enjoys adventure. Once he faces danger, he will forget all his tension and anxiety and grow up in experience.

"It's really worthy of being the new generation of Lion King of Gryffindor college. Rowing without oars..."

At the moment, the vast majority of the audience focused on Harry and the fire dragon. Only a few people inadvertently saw that Maka had sneaked to a small forest under the central peak at some time.

In the clearing in front of the woods, Hermione was hiding in the shadow of a huge rock, looking up worried and staring at her good friend Harry in the air.

Although Marca doesn't know why Hermione has been staring at Harry here, he has a little insight in the general direction.

He subconsciously glanced at the direction of the dragon and lion and said in his heart: "Dumbledore's action is very fast this time. It seems that the plan will officially begin..."

Just as Maka was thinking, the audience suddenly burst out a burst of chaotic shouts, pulling him back to reality from his heavy mood.

He immediately controlled the floating spell into the air, and his sight naturally turned to the position of the dragon and lion.

It's gone!

The lawn is now empty, leaving only a piece of flattened grass, which proves that a behemoth did enjoy a sweet nap here just now.

Where did it go?

Maka stepped on the stone and flew up. Her eyes moved rapidly. She soon saw the dragon and lion covered with conspicuous fire red scales.

At the same time, a girl's scream also spread to Maka's ears.

That should be Furong's scream. Of course, it can only be her - because another girl is still behind Maka!

If it's any other fire dragon, Maka is naturally too lazy to take care of it. If the Meiwa hybrid encounters fatal danger, the rescue team will arrive immediately.

But if the dragon and lion suddenly attack, the meaning will be completely different.

At this time, Maka has squatted down on the stone and tilted forward, so as to speed up and maintain a more stable balance.

Before long, he saw Hibiscus running recklessly.

Just behind her, the dragon lion was spreading its wings and almost gliding close to the ground. The dragon head like a lion was ferocious, with smoke in its mouth and a few sparks in its mouth.

The distance between it and Hibiscus is rapidly shortening, and the latter will soon be chased away.

Maka noticed that the dragon lion's eyes had been occupied by a strange black. When it passed through the air, it pulled out two long black Qi.

He was too familiar with this black gas - Voldemort had indeed begun to do it!

"Get down!"

Maka shouted to the Fleur who was running, and then stopped paying attention to whether she did it or not. He pulled out his wand, which was a series of red lights, predicting the flight direction of the dragon and lion.

The string of fire accurately hit the strong body of the dragon and lion. Although it interrupted its intention to spit dragon breath, it only let it roar and fly a short distance. When it flapped its wings to maintain its balance, it roared, changed its attack object and rushed towards Maka.

It's just an ordinary silent coma spell. Of course, it won't hurt a fire dragon. Moreover, the fire dragon in front of us is obviously unusual.

But Maka's purpose is here. What he wants is to attract each other's attention!

When he saw the dragon and lion turn and rush towards him, he immediately turned around and fled back. His destination was the mountain in the center of the site, where Harry and Hermione were located.

Closer, closer! But Maka is about to be caught up by the dragon and lion behind her!

Just then, another cloud of fog exploded at the tip of Maka's staff and dispersed in the air. The chasing dragon and lion plunged into the gray fog recklessly. The huge dragon wings stirred the fog and soon rushed out from the other end.

But Maka is gone.

If the dragon and lion made a crazy angry dragon roar, they naturally fixed their eyes on Harry in the air.

"Roar -"

Its power seemed to become so great that it knocked away the Hungarian wasp that had been following Harry behind, and then clapped the dragon's wings and accelerated to catch up with Harry.

Now, most of the audience had seen the abnormality of the dragon and lion. They looked anxiously at Harry in the air and forgot to blink.

But in the middle of the high wall as the audience, Dumbledore just calmly looked at what was happening in front of him. He even ignored Professor McGonagall's constant persuasion, and his eyes were shining with wisdom.

Vaguely, a kind of expectation appeared on Dumbledore's wrinkled face. And his eyes stopped at Hermione at the foot of the mountain.

At the moment Dumbledore looked at Hermione, Harry, who was trying to avoid the chase of dragons and lions, suddenly pulled the broom handle to the lower left, spun down and dived towards Hermione's position at a very fast speed.

"Branch hat flying!"

Hermione rushed out of the shadow behind the rock. With a wave of her wand, the prepared flying spell was accurately read out.

It takes time for the flying spell to summon items, but it takes only a few seconds to get here from Hogwarts castle. Just as Harry swooped down, a strange cry flew all the way from the field to Hermione's hand.

"Damn it! It must have been more than two hundred years! I must have never flown like this in more than two hundred years! It's all those fools who call themselves' call the night '. What kind of flying curse do you invent? If one time is not enough, come for the second time! Will you let the hat live? Damn it, which fool egg is this time..."

With a series of angry curses, a patched, dirty old-fashioned Wizard Hat crossed a beautiful arc in the air and accurately fell into Hermione's hand.

"... what's the matter? It's you!" the fold on the tip of the branch hat closed one by one and yelled, "let me see... Hermione Granger, yes... Oh, what are you doing?"

Before he had finished, Hermione put her hand into her hat.

"Hey! I said, what are you looking for?" the branch hat screamed. "Don't take it in, itch!"

"Gryffindor sword!" cried Hermione anxiously, looking up at Harry who was about to rush in front of her.

"Tell me!"

Before the sound of the branch hat fell, Hermione immediately felt a hard touch in the palm of her hand. She quickly held it and pulled it out.

Suddenly, under the sunshine, a cold light flashed before everyone's eyes. The exquisite sword body was as clean as new, just like a mirror; A scarlet gem shines with moving brilliance at the end of the hilt, setting off the fine carvings at the handshake.

But Hermione didn't even look at it. She threw the branch hat aside and threw it up with her sword in both hands.

"Harry, catch it!"

The sword revolved in the air, and the cold sword light flickered with the rotation of the sword body. People couldn't help looking at it more.

At the same time, Harry grabbed the handle of the broom - he had to stop himself before he caught the Gryffindor sword, or the result of rushing straight to the ground would undoubtedly be a lump of fresh meat.

Every Quidditch seeker will practice diving and emergency stop, but no one has ever tried to dive at full speed at such a high altitude, and of course Harry has never tried.

But he knew that if he didn't get hurt, he had to leave enough braking distance.

"Almost!"

Harry, who had just stopped diving at low altitude, put his right hand straight forward. His height from the ground is low enough, but the lateral distance is a few inches away!

Seeing that his fingers had touched the handle of Gryffindor's sword, it meant that he could no longer grasp the sword. Just above Harry's head, the distance between the irrational dragon and lion and him was not enough for him to try again

Just when Harry was so anxious that he almost cried out, somehow, the handle of the sword moved into his hand out of thin air - he held it!