Chapter 259 - 259 First game is over

Chapter 259: Chapter 259 First game is over

Just as Rolf reluctantly put on the lion hat, the audience around him suddenly let out a burst of astonishment and sighs.

Dracula looked at the arena and found that the Chinese Fireball Dragon was actually following John's movements, twisting its body, shaking its head from time to time, and jumping left and right to play.

Then, John used the summoning spell to conjure a big ball, followed by a flying spell, and threw the ball in front of the fire dragon's face.

The fire dragon immediately blinked its protruding light bulb-like eyes, jumped forward excitedly, grabbed the ball with its two claws, and then hugged the ball and began to roll on the ground.

Everyone watched John walk towards the nest where the fire dragon hid the golden eggs, took the golden eggs from its nest, and patted the fire dragon's scales on the way, as if to say "I'll exchange the ball for the golden eggs with you."

The fire dragon did not object at all, and continued to play with the ball, kicking his legs excitedly from time to time.

Audience: "..."

Judges: "..."

Dragon Tamer: "..."

"Did your grandfather teach him this?" Dracula's mouth twitched, and he looked at Rove who was wearing a lion head hat next to him.

"No, my grandfather didn't know what kind of fire dragon he was going to face..."

Rove shook his lion head speechlessly. His lion head and the head of the Chinese fireball dragon actually looked a little similar.

"I guess... John may have remembered the method my grandfather used to tame Zouwu when he was in France." Rolf thought for a moment and hesitated, "At that time, my grandfather used a cat teaser in the shape of a bird to trick Zouwu into his box..."

"I know," Luna, who also had a lion head, laughed happily, "No cat can resist the temptation of a cat teaser and a ball of yarn!"

"Well, I know why this dragon is called 'dragon and lion' by the Orientals..." Dracula raised his hand to support his forehead, "So the 'lion' in 'dragon and lion' is the 'lion' in lion dance?"

At this time, John had already left the arena with his intact golden egg, and Bagman didn't know what to say for a moment, and was racking his brains to think of the commentary.

Suddenly, Karkaroff slapped the table and stood up from the judges' seat.

"I protest!" he shouted, "Why is the dragon he faces so docile, while Krum's is so violent? This is absolutely unfair!"

Karkaroff's voice was loud, as if he wanted to gain the approval of others.

However, except for the students from Durmstrang he brought with him and Krum's diehard fans, everyone else looked at him with contempt.

The most unfair thing in the semi-finals is you, the judge...

Professor Hicks, who has always had a good temper, was also a little angry at Karkaroff's protest. She turned her head and glared at Karkaroff.

"All dragons were carefully selected in the Romanian Dragon Reserve before the competition, and the lottery process was completely open. Why do you think John took advantage?" Professor Hicks asked sternly.

"What's more, even if this dragon is indeed more docile than the others, its weakness was discovered by John himself! Can you guarantee that anyone else can achieve the same effect as John?"

Karkaroff was speechless after what Professor Hicks said, and had to blame the problem on the Romanian Fire Dragon Reserve's mistake in selecting dragons.

"I think those dragon trainers were not sensible when selecting dragons."

He looked at Dumbledore and Ms. Maxime, trying to unite with them, "Don't you think so? The strength of these dragons is so different, which is a very unfair thing in itself..."

"Oh, Professor Karkaroff, the staff of the Fire Dragon Reserve are professional, and they have tried their best to select dragons of similar difficulty." Dumbledore smiled, "I think this game is fair."

As the discoverer of "Twelve Uses of Dragon Blood", Dumbledore himself has a lot of research on dragons. He naturally saw that although these dragons have different abilities and sizes, they are also somewhat different.

But relatively speaking, the difference in difficulty for the warriors is not that big.

Karkaroff snorted coldly and turned to look at Ms. Maxime.

"The student from Hogwarts is now ranked first in the score, so Dumbledore will certainly not have any objections." He said dissatisfiedly, "What do you think, Maxime?" Reêad latest novels at novelhall.com

The Hungarian Horntail was huge, covered with black scales, with yellow eyes and bronze horns.

Seeing Harry approaching slowly from a distance, it twisted its spiked tail violently, leaving several meters of pits and bumps on the hard ground.

There was a roar of noise from the audience, whether these voices were friendly or malicious, Harry had no way of knowing, and no longer cared.

Now he had to do what he had to do...

He raised his wand-

"Accio Firebolt!"

Hearing Harry's Accio spell, Dracula's sight passed through the many obstacles and glanced at the willow tree outside the auditorium where Ron had hidden his broom before.

He saw that behind the willow tree, an exquisite flying broom suddenly floated up, and then quickly flew towards the semi-finals arena.

It nimbly bypassed the surrounding thick trees, passed through the rows of seats in the auditorium, and flew over the setting sun that was gradually rising in the sky...It was getting faster and faster, and then it suddenly stopped and was steadily caught in Harry's hands.

"Look! Mr. Potter has cast a spell, that is... the Summoning Curse!" Bagman's voice resounded throughout the stadium, "Potter has got a flying broom, my god, what an incredible idea!"

"I remember, Mr. Potter is the youngest seeker at Hogwarts, and within three years of attending school, he has made great contributions to the Gryffindor Quidditch team winning two of the Quidditch Cups..."

But Bagman's voice was almost not heard by Harry, holding the broom tightly in his hand, he now felt more relaxed than ever before.

He raised his leg to step onto the flying broom, kicked the ground, and flew into the air.

Harry circled up quickly, the wind blew his hair, the audience below turned into indistinct little people, and the huge Horntail shrank to the size of a dog.

He suddenly realized-

What he abandoned was not only the ground, but also his fear... He returned to the place where he was like a fish in water...

It was just an alternative Quidditch game, that's all, the Horntail was just another tough opponent team.

Harry looked down at the nest of eggs protected by the dragon and made out the golden egg, which gleamed among its grey companions, lying safely between the dragon's front legs, like a golden snitch in a competition.

"Good," Harry said to himself, "a diversion, plus a Wronski feint... come on!"

He dived, and the Hornet's head swung with him.

Harry knew what it was going to do, so he stopped diving in time and leaped up. A ball of fire burst out, and if he didn't avoid it in time, he would be sprayed directly.

But Harry didn't care, just thought he was just avoiding a Bludger.

"My God, he flies really well!" Bagman shouted, "Did you see that, Mr. Krum? It's a pity you didn't think of doing this..."

The audience was also screaming and cheering, Harry's Gryffindor friends raised the "Harry Potter" flag, and two little wizards in Hufflepuff wearing funny lion head hats cheered for Harry.

Even students who didn't get along well with Harry couldn't help but be amazed by his actions. Even some Slytherin students couldn't help but wave the flag with Harry's name on it...

Of course, they forgot that in addition to the name, there was also the word "stinking shit" written on it...

After a series of pulling and testing, Harry's arm was scratched by the sharp and stinging tail of the Hungarian Horntail, but everything went smoothly.

The Horntail was successfully angered by him, and it spread its wings and pulled the chain with a clanging sound.

At the same time, Harry rushed to the nest of eggs at lightning speed, released the Firebolt, and freed his hands-

He caught the golden egg accurately, just like he caught the Golden Snitch countless times.

Immediately, he "whooshed" into the air, flew away from the dragon, and hovered in the sky where the dragon couldn't reach.

The heavy golden egg was clamped under the uninjured arm.