Chapter 175

The sword is in hand. What else to say?

Harry moved the handle of the broom again and turned back to the sky. The Gryffindor sword in his hand was shining brightly in the sun.

The dragon and lion were in front of him, and the huge body obscured Harry's sight. At this time, he could see nothing except the red dragon scales.

At this moment, Harry gave full play to his talent as a seeker! Under his control, the flying broom seemed to be alive. Carrying its owner around the bite of the dragon and lion, it almost wiped the Dragon scales under its neck.

Harry's eyes were very sharp. He waved his sword quickly. The blade, which was not sharp, burst into amazing power in his hand.

For a moment, the scales on the dragon and lion's neck were like butter. They were easily broken by Gryffindor's sword, and even their necks were cut in half!

The next second, the warm dragon blood sprayed out like no money.

"Boom!"

The dragon and lion lost their strength and fell heavily on the ground with the inertia of diving, ploughing out a deep gully on the ground.

The whole audience was boiling. A few people felt a little uncomfortable with the scene, but most people were cheering for Harry's bravery.

A real dragon slayer was born!

Although no wizard will pursue dragon killing for a long time now, and the fire dragon has already become one of the magical creatures kept by wizards, the strength of the fire dragon is still recognized in the world.

However, it doesn't seem to be over.

I don't know what happened to Harry. In the laughter of the audience, he did something that everyone didn't expect!

"Drink --"

Harry's eyes were red. He roared, turned his broom again and rushed to the dragon and lion on the ground.

The sword light flashed several times, only a "click" sound was heard, and the dragon's head was cut down. The hot dragon blood flowed continuously from the flat fracture, and the shocking bright red spread rapidly.

But Harry didn't seem to stop. He kept waving, falling and waving with Gryffindor's sword. Dragon blood splashed again and again, inevitably spilling on his face and body.

The audience's boiling blood and the scattered dragon blood cooled down together. Everyone looked at Harry in the field blankly, and they were all silly.

What's the matter with him?

Just when everyone was so surprised that they couldn't close their mouths, a red force beam came from Harry's side and knocked him down easily.

The Gryffindor sword in his hand flew away, and then it was inserted obliquely on the ground with a "Shua". It can be seen that even if there were so many dragon blood splashing around just now, the body of the sword was not stained with a speck, and it was as clean as new.

"Harry, he... What's the matter?"

Just when the dragon and lion landed, Marca had pulled Hermione to her side, avoiding the tragic end that she was pressed into meat patties by her huge body.

"I also want to know what happened."

Maka took the wand back into her sleeve and walked over with a frown. When he passed the branch hat, he picked it up.

"Do you know what's going on?" Maka asked casually.

"Finally someone remembered the hat. The poor hat has stayed on the ground enough... Oh? You're Marca McLean... I remember you! Yes, I remember very clearly!" shouted the branch hat. "Have you seen that silly bird?"

"Answer my question first." Marca shook her hat and asked again, "what was that just now?"

"Don't shake it! Don't shake it..." the branch hat hurriedly said, "just now? You mean that... Um... Harry Potter? Yes... I don't know, but..."

"But what?"

"But I've seen some similar scenes..." the branch hat seems to be remembering something, "I remember when Godric and Salazar were still in the castle... You may know, they always like to fight. They are so big and like children! Well... Speaking, Godric never wears a hat well. He always hangs me on his back and swings around when he walks..."

"... get to the point." Marca couldn't help shaking her hat again and interrupted her nagging.

"Come on! That's about to get to the point... One day, Godric took Salazar's snake to Helga for stew, and they fought again. But that time, unlike usual, Godric fought endlessly and dealt with it very hard. Salazar was also angry, and the two guys beat the ceiling of the castle auditorium Broken! "

"It wasn't until roener came and didn't know how to separate the two people."

Maka listened carefully, but the Sorting Hat stopped halfway.

"And then?"

He noticed that Harry had got up dizzy and that the rescue team had surrounded Harry, so he turned his attention back to the branch hat.

"Then? No... didn't I say it just now, I'm not very clear... Oh, don't shake..."

Marca ignored the branch hat. He looked at Harry from a distance and walked quickly towards the Gryffindor sword diagonally inserted on the ground.

However, when he held the handle of the sword and tried to pull it out, the sword did not move.

"Is it the sword in the stone that makes this thing come true?" Marca grinned.

"Sword in stone? Of course not!" the branch hat shouted exaggeratedly, "how can that stupid sword be compared with this sword! This is -"

"What is it?" Maka saw that it was half silent and habitually shook it again.

"Don't shake it! Don't shake it again... You can't say it again..." the branch hat screamed, "remember what I said when I gave you the branch? This sword is destined to have nothing to do with you!"

"All right, all right..."

Maka shook her head and threw the branch hat away. In the incessant scolding of the hat, it fell into the hands of Hermione who had just come here.

"In terms of rudeness, you're as good as Godric!" the branch hat shouted loudly. "Remember, you'll always know when you should know! Ask the silly bird yourself then!"

Harry seems to have recovered since he was beaten down by Marca just now. At this time, he was looking at the fire dragon's body with a complicated face, and his heart was in a mess.

Today's plans seem wonderful, but they are all reserved for him. Harry was not too happy that he actually killed a fire dragon.

On the contrary, he remembered the madness of the last ten seconds very clearly. He could even clearly recall the almost overflowing obsession when he raised his sword to slash the fire dragon just now.

The feeling was very happy, and even now he remembered that he still had the impulse to hold the handle of the sword again, but the uncontrollable feeling also made him feel strongly uneasy.

Around Harry in a daze, the rescue team didn't go to talk to him. They didn't come here because of Harry, but to drag the body of the dragon and lion back in front of them.

Under bagman's inquiry, all members of the jury agreed that the game would go on normally.

In the following time, Hermione came forward and said a few words to Harry. Harry looked better. He stepped on the broomstick and flew quickly to the top of the peak again.

Hermione easily pulled out the Gryffindor Duobao sword and sent it back to the hole under the branch hat.

Then she hurried to a yew forest in the distance.

The magic hourglass that timed the game was still leaking sand. When the last sand was quietly settled, the first project of the top three competition was finally over.

"... all right, all right! Let's see... It's still ladies first!" bagman said loudly. "It took only about three eighths of the hourglass to find the box that belonged to her, Miss Furong Delacour, a warrior at the busbarton School of witchcraft and Wizardry!"

Busbarton's teachers and students immediately clapped neatly. They were all happy for hibiscus.

In fact, just after Maka led the dragon and lion away, Furong ran blindly along the river. Who knows, she found it!

"Then came the warrior Miss Hermione Granger of Hogwarts School of witchcraft and Wizardry. She took a long time, but she did well - five eighths of the hourglass!"

The students of Hogwarts also clapped hard. Although most of the little snakes were perfunctory, the number advantage still existed, and the applause was much louder than booth Barton.

"It's also the warrior of Hogwarts School of witchcraft and Wizardry - Harry Potter!" bagman paused and shouted, "just half the time of the hourglass!"

"Finally, the warrior of demstrom college, Marca McLean! One sixteenth of the hourglass time! Everyone heard correctly. He only spent one sixteenth of the hourglass time!"

To tell you the truth, everyone can't see clearly the rugged rocks on the concave ground where Maka's box is located. In addition, Maka deliberately hid it. Most people didn't notice that he had already taken the box.

"Of course! We have to pay attention!" Mr. bagman said again. "It is not only time that determines the score, but also the jury will discuss their respective scores according to the performance of each warrior!"

"Now, please go to the first aid tent to check your health and have a rest. The jury has been carefully considering your scores. I think..."

Bagman continued, while the four warriors, led by Mrs. Pomfrey, walked to the emergency tent outside the wall.

But when they stayed in the tent for a short time, Harry and they saw Ron shuffling in. His face was frighteningly white. He stood at the mouth of the tent and stared at Harry as if he were looking at a ghost.

"Harry... Are you... Okay?"