Chapter 256 - 256 First game of the championship

Chapter 256: Chapter 256 First game of the championship

After Ron kicked the castle gate open, he didn't even bother to go to the hall to eat, and ran with Harry and Hermione.

He took his two friends to the teaching area and found an abandoned classroom.

"Ron... Ron, what on earth did you think of?" In the empty classroom, Harry leaned on a dusty desk and said breathlessly, "Why did you say we don't have to go to the library?"

"Yeah, Ron..." Hermione was so tired that she didn't care about the dust in the classroom at all. She lay directly on a desk and asked exhaustedly, "I finally got a note from Professor Dracula to borrow banned books, why don't you use it?"

"No, we really don't have to go to the library." Ron was also panting, but his eyes were sparkling, "We have been going in the wrong direction before. In fact, we don't need to deal with the dragon head-on!"

"But... How can I finish the game without dealing with the dragon?" Harry hesitated.

"Harry, let me ask you, do you really think you will be allowed to defeat the dragon during the competition?" Ron stared at Harry with a wise and radiant face.

"Uh... I don't think so. After all, Charlie and other professional dragon trainers need seven or eight people to barely deal with a dragon." Harry hesitated, "I guess... maybe we can find a way to bypass the dragon?"

"Yes!" Ron slammed the table, scaring Harry and Hermione, "Here is the crux of the problem!"

"Think about it carefully. If you want to get past the dragon's defense, is it really necessary to learn those magics against the dragon? Harry just needs to be fast enough and sensitive enough!"

"Ron, what did you think of?" Hermione's eyes lit up.

"Harry, use what you are best at!" Ron said loudly, "Didn't Filch just ridicule Quidditch for being useless? Then prove it to him!"

Harry opened his eyes wide and became excited.

"I know, broom!" he shouted, "I can ride a flying broom to fly past the dragon!"

But then he became disappointed again, "But the rules of the competition say that warriors cannot carry any items other than wands... I can't bring a broom into the arena."

"No, Harry, you just need to bring your wand." At this time, Hermione stood up with a smile, her tone more relaxed than ever before, "There is a very simple spell, we have learned it in the spell class this semester!"

Harry looked into her eyes, and a very basic spell emerged in his mind-

"Surfing Curse!"

...

At two o'clock in the morning, in the Gryffindor common room, Harry stood by the fireplace, surrounded by many things-

Books, quills, several overturned chairs, an old wizard chess set, and Neville's toad Rifle.

Just now, Harry finally mastered the Surfing Curse.

"Much better, Harry, you've made great progress." Hermione lay on the sofa tiredly, but her face looked very happy. Finnd new chapters at novelhall.com

"Huh--" Harry breathed a sigh of relief, "Great, at least now I know what to do if I can't learn a spell next time..."

The Accio Diary was originally a spell that fourth-year students were required to master in the next semester. He had not learned it in several spell classes, but now he has mastered it completely in one night.

Harry said, throwing a runic dictionary to Hermione so that he could try the Accio Diary again, "... Just threaten me with a dragon, that's right!"

He raised his wand again--

"Accio Diary!"

The heavy dictionary flew up from Hermione's hand, flew to the other side of the room, and was caught by Harry.

"Harry, I think you really mastered it!" Hermione said happily.

"What? Did it work?" Ron looked up from a sofa in a daze, "Why did I fall asleep? Why didn't you call me?"

"It's okay, Ron, you don't have to stay with me so late..." Harry said.

"What are you talking about? We are best brothers!" Ron jumped up from the sofa excitedly.

On the other side, a huge platform has been built on the field.

This platform did not appear a few days ago. It was temporarily built with magic. The purpose is to hide the content of the competition and give the audience and warriors a "surprise".

At this time, the stadium was already crowded with people, and countless shouts came from the audience seats on all sides.

This spectacular scene was only seen in the finals of the Quidditch competition every school year at Hogwarts before, and this time, the audience around the stadium was even more than during the Quidditch game.

This is because there are always people who are not interested in Quidditch games, but no one wants to miss this semi-final match that has not been held for hundreds of years!

Dracula lazily lay on a broom, swaying in the air above the stadium, occasionally glancing at the enthusiastic students around the audience.

He saw that many young wizards were waving flags with the names of the warriors they supported, cheering them up loudly -

As the home court of Hogwarts, the flags with the words "Support Cedric" were naturally the most.

However, what surprised Dracula was that, looking back, the flags with Krum's name were not much less than Cedric's, which showed the great influence of this Quidditch star.

At the same time, there were also many students who supported Fleur, most of whom were boys who had become Fleur's fans in just one month. They shouted Fleur's name with red faces and ears, and their fighting power was no worse than those loyal female fans of Krum.

In contrast, Harry and John have fewer supporters.

As a Yinfamori warrior with no fan base and no apparent advantage in appearance, John has no one to support him except for a few students who came to Hogwarts from Yinfamori.

Although Harry is a "local" of Hogwarts, his becoming a warrior is not recognized by many people. The Hufflepuff House, which has the largest number of students, even thinks that he has stolen Cedric's honor.

As a result, apart from a few good friends of Gryffindor such as Hermione, no one is willing to cheer for him.

In contrast, many people in Slytherin held banners with Harry's name on them--

Of course, the words on it were "Potter Stinky Shit"...

Then, Dracula turned his eyes away from the audience and looked outside the entrance of the stadium.

There was a little red-haired wizard who was sneaking with a broom and carefully hiding it behind a thick willow tree.

"They actually thought of using a flying broom to deal with the game. They are really amazing." Dracula watched Ron's sneaky behavior from a distance, with a playful smile on his lips.

Just then, a helpless call came from below.

Dracula turned his eyes away from Ron and frowned to look at the place where the voice came from.

"Professor Dracula, can you trouble me to be a little more serious?" Ludo Bagman was standing on the long table of the commentary booth with a helpless look on his face, shouting to Dracula, "Principal Karkaroff and Ms. Maxim protested against you..."

"They think you are not vigilant enough and ask the competition to replace the safety officer." He said.

"I am so dedicated, why do they think I am not vigilant?" Dracula lowered the height of the broom and said innocently, "I am already very serious, okay?"

Bagman looked at Dracula lying on the broomstick, leisurely movements, and couldn't help but fall into deep thought.

Do you have any misunderstandings about the word serious?

"I really don't understand why Hogwarts would hire such an irresponsible person as a safety officer." Ms. Maxime's stern voice sounded from the referee's seat next to him, "I seriously doubt that when an accident occurs during the game, he will not be able to save our warriors from the dragon in time!"

"I also have doubts... Can this posture really control the flying broom?" Karkaroff also echoed, "If Krum has an accident, the consequences will not be something Hogwarts can bear."

Dracula looked in the direction of the referee's seat, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised.

"Tsk, I really can't do anything about you..." He chuckled, "You doubt that I can't control the flying broom, right?"

Under the gazes of the referees, Dracula reached out and held the handle of the broom behind him.

The next moment, he suddenly threw the broom on the referee's seat.

But his figure was still suspended in the air, swaying leisurely.