After Fleur appeared on the stage again wrapped in a cloak, cheers erupted from the auditorium.
For Furong's performance just now, the little wizards gave different opinions, anyway, the boys were all shouting, screaming, applauding, and their voices were deafening.
For example, Harry and Hermione next to Ivan have completely opposite opinions.
"She's doing well!" said Harry, clapping hard.
"Apart from her good dancing, her performance in other aspects is really terrible!" Hermione said bluntly, "Her spell has limited effects and can only succeed once by surprise, and it is obviously prepared for fire dragons. The referees will definitely See this. After putting the fire dragon to sleep, she was actually touched by sparks"
In all fairness, Fleur's performance is indeed not good enough, far inferior to Krum.
There is no other place to praise except for the magical magic that specifically restrains the fire dragon and the courage that he mustered at the end.
After a moment of silence, the referees began to score Furong.
Mrs. Maxim gave it a perfect score, Bagman gave it an eight, and Dumbledore and Mr. Crouch gave it a seven. This evaluation is relatively fair.
Karkaroff gave five points, full of malice.
"Look, that Chinese fireball came out, and Ron is below!"
Everyone's eyes turned to the entrance, expecting Ron's performance.
"Now we invite our youngest warrior, Mr. Weasley, to play!" Bagman shouted.
After the whistle sounded, Ron walked out of the tent. He looked like he was about to suffocate!
During the long wait, the tension in Ron's heart increased little by little, and it had reached an unbearable level.
His mind was blank, he didn't think about anything, and the nerves in his body beat rapidly indirectly.
Ron felt as though his legs were not his own as he walked awkwardly past the bushes and into the field through a gap in the fence.
In the next second, everything in front of him was like a colorful dream.
Hundreds of faces watched him from the stands above, examining him.
Ron tried his best to find the faces of familiar people such as Ivan, Harry, Hermione, etc., so that he could feel at ease.
But no, at this moment, in his eyes, everyone's faces seemed to be the same, and they were all looking at him expressionlessly.
Thousands of faces were spinning in front of Ron's eyes, and there was a feeling of dizziness, and he seemed to faint at any time.
At the other end of the field, the bright red Chinese fireball stands impressively.
The relatively docile Chinese Fireball didn't respond to Ron at all, but the loud noises from the auditorium around him made him very nervous.
It tightly protected the dragon egg under its body, kept looking around, and spat out a huge fireball warningly.
Different from the two fire dragons that appeared before, the flame of the Chinese Fireball is a mushroom-shaped fireball with an instantaneous nature, not a long chain-like guided magic fire gushing, and the effect of the huge fireball with high temperature looks even more amazing.
Facing the Chinese fireball, everyone is waiting to see what Ron is going to do? !
Does he charge straight at the dragon like Krum, or does he use some kind of magical magic like Fleur? !
The next second, under the surprised eyes of everyone, Ron turned around directly.
He ran to the opposite direction on the other side of the field as fast as he could, trying to stay as far away from the fire dragon as possible.
Ron told himself to shut out all distractions and concentrate completely, absolutely, on the Firebolt Harry had lent him.
"The situation seems to be a little bad. Our youngest warrior seems to have been frightened!" Bagman frowned and shouted, "Why did he stay so far away from the fire dragon? Could it be that he has other plans?!"
There was a burst of boos headed by Slytherin above the auditorium, and loud cursing immediately resounded throughout the venue.
They didn't see what Ron's plan was, they only saw Ron standing there stupidly after escaping to the edge of the field.
There was a lot of malicious clamor, and everyone seemed to think Ron was giving up.
If that's the case, this is really the most boring game. In their opinion, Ron doesn't deserve to be a warrior at all.
In this environment, it was really difficult to concentrate. Ron tried several times without success.
"Firebolts coming!" he cried anxiously, holding his wand aloft.
Ron waited, every cell in him praying, hoping.
If this trick didn't work, if the Firebolt didn't fly, he couldn't even think about it.
He looked at everything around him, as if there was a transparent barrier shimmering in front of him.
It was like a hot layer of smoke that made the field and the hundreds of faces around him strangely levitate!
Ron waved his wand hard, but nothing happened, which made him look a little silly.
The doubts in the auditorium were getting louder and louder, and everyone didn't know what Ron wanted to do.
"Oops, he's too nervous!" Ivan said, staring at Ron, "It's not good to go on like this!"
"Ron, focus and clear your mind!" Hermione yelled, but it was of no use.
As soon as she yelled out, she was immediately drowned in the noisy and loud voices of the auditorium.
Ron was there waving his wand vigorously, getting more and more anxious as time passed.
He tried to tell himself to calm down, but the more he did so, the more nervous he became.
Then, Ron suddenly remembered the bottles of potions that Ivan gave himself.
Aiwen once told him to take these potions after letting him sit on the broomstick to avoid everyone's sight, so that no one would see him using the potion.
But it is obviously not possible to continue like this. Looking at the huge fire dragon close at hand, Ron felt that he could not hold on for long.
He needed some confidence, Ron tremblingly took out a bottle of potion from his arms, raised his head and drank it.
"You can't hurt me, your flames can't hurt me!" He murmured, staring at the fire dragon closely.
The cold feeling circulated in his body, which made him wake up a lot.
Seeing Ron's actions, the boos from the audience became louder, and some people began to suspect that Ron was cheating.
The first two warriors only use wands, and Ron needs the help of potions, which is obviously not fair!
"Aha, Mr. Weasley has prepared the potion!" Bagman said loudly. "Let's hear what the referees say."
Dumbledore, Crouch, Karkaroff, and Madam Maxime were discussing Ron's behavior, discussing quickly.
They quickly came to a conclusion, announced by Bagman.
"The result came out. Although the Tournament stipulates that the wand is the only weapon for the warriors, the rules do not say that the use of potions is not allowed. Mr. Weasley cleverly found a loophole!" Bagman shouted happily, "Of course , We also need to check the potion he took to see if it is a prohibited drug."
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