I already have the sword in my hand, so what else can I say
Harry moved the broomstick again, turned around and soared into the sky, the sword of Gryffindor in his hand shining brightly in the sunlight.
The dragon and lion were right in front of him, and their huge body obscured Harry's sight. At this time, nothing could be seen in his eyes except the red dragon scales.
At this moment, Harry brought his Seeker talent to its fullest! The broomstick seemed to be alive under his control, carrying its owner to avoid the bites of the dragon and lion, almost brushing against the dragon's scales under his neck.
Harry's eyesight was extremely sharp, and he swung the sword in his hand quickly, and the originally not sharp blade exploded with astonishing power in his hand.
In just that moment, the scales on the dragon and lion's neck were like butter, and Gryffindor's sword easily broke through the defense, and even the neck was cut in half!
The next second, the warm dragon's blood sprayed out as if it was free of charge.
"boom!"
The body of the dragon and lion lost its strength, and fell heavily to the ground with the inertia of the dive, plowing a deep ravine on the ground.
The entire audience was excited. A small number of people were slightly uncomfortable with this scene, but most people were cheering for Harry's bravery.
A true dragon-slaying warrior was born!
Although no wizards now pursue dragon slaying, and fire dragons have long become one of the magical creatures kept in captivity by wizards, the power of fire dragons is still recognized by the world.
However, everything doesn't seem to end there.
I don’t know what happened to Harry, but amidst the laughter and laughter of the audience, he did something that no one expected!
"Drink-"
Harry's eyes were red, he roared wildly, turned the broom again and rushed towards the dragon and lion on the ground.
The sword light flashed several times, and only a soft "click" sound was heard, and the dragon's head was cut off completely. The hot dragon's blood continued to flow from the flat fracture, and the shocking bright red color quickly spread.
But Harry still seemed to have no intention of stopping. He held the Sword of Gryffindor and kept swinging it up, down, and up again. The dragon's blood splashed up again and again, inevitably sprinkling on his face. , body.
The audience's boiling blood and the spilled dragon's blood cooled down together. Everyone looked at Harry in the field, dumbfounded.
what happened to him
Just when everyone was stunned from ear to ear, a red laser beam shot from Harry's side, knocking him down easily.
The sword of Gryffindor in his hand flew up, and then stuck diagonally on the ground with a "swish" sound. It can be seen that even though there was so much dragon's blood splashed everywhere just now, the sword's blade was not stained at all and was as clean as new.
"Harry...what's wrong?"
When the dragon and lion landed just now, Maka had already pulled Hermione to her side, saving her from the tragic ending of being crushed into a meat pie by the huge body.
"I also want to know what's wrong."
Maka put the wand back into her sleeve, frowned and walked towards it. As he passed the Sorting Hat, he picked it up.
"Do you know what's going on?" Maka asked casually.
"Finally someone remembered the hat. The poor hat has been on the ground enough... Oh? You are Maka McClain... I remember you! Yes, I remember it very clearly!" the Sorting Hat shouted, "Have you seen it? Is that a stupid bird?"
"Answer my question first." Maka tossed her hat and asked again, "What happened just now?"
"Stop shaking! Stop shaking..." the Sorting Hat said hurriedly, "Just now? You mean that... um... Harry Potter? Yes... I don't know exactly, but..."
"But what?"
"But I have seen some similar scenes..." The Sorting Hat seemed to be recalling something, "I remember, it was when Godric and Salazar were still in the castle... As you may know, they always like to make noises. Fighting, for such a big man, he still looks like a child! Hmm... Speaking of which, Godric never wears his hat properly. He always hangs me on his back and dangles it when he walks... "
"...Let's get to the point." Maka couldn't help but flicked her hat again, interrupting its chatter.
"Okay! This is about to get to the point... One day, Godric took the snake raised by Salazar and gave it to Helga to make soup. As a result, the two of them fought again. But that time Unlike usual, Godric's fight was endless and he struck hard. Salazar was also tempered, and these two guys broke the ceiling of the castle auditorium!"
"It wasn't until Rowena came over that I didn't know what method was used to separate the two people."
Maka listened carefully, but the Sorting Hat stopped mid-sentence.
"What next?"
He noticed that Harry had gotten up dizzily, and that the rescue team that had been dispatched earlier also surrounded Harry, so he returned his attention to the Sorting Hat.
"Then? No more... Didn't I just say it? I'm not very clear either... Oops, stop shaking..."
Maka ignored the Sorting Hat. He glanced at Harry from a distance, and then walked quickly towards the Gryffindor sword stuck diagonally on the ground.
However, when he grasped the hilt of the sword and tried to pull it out, the sword did not move at all.
"Is this thing really the sword in the stone?" Maka grinned.
"The Sword in the Stone? Of course not!" the Sorting Hat shouted exaggeratedly, "How can that stupid sword be compared with this sword! This is-"
"What is it?" Maka saw that it stopped saying anything mid-sentence, and shook it out of habit.
"Stop shaking! Stop shaking... You can't say it again..." the Sorting Hat screamed, "Do you remember what I said when I sorted you? This sword is destined to have nothing to do with you!"
"Alright alright… "
Maka shook her head and threw the sorting hat away. Amidst the hat's nagging curses, it fell into the hands of Hermione who had just walked over.
"In terms of rudeness, you are on a par with Godric!" the Sorting Hat shouted loudly, "Remember, you will always know when it's time to know! Just ask that idiot yourself then. !”
Since Harry was knocked down by Maka just now, his condition seems to have recovered again. At this time, he was looking at the corpse of the fire dragon with a complicated expression, and his heart was already in a mess.
Today's plans may seem wonderful, but they were all planned by others. Harry was not very happy that he actually killed a fire dragon.
On the contrary, he himself remembered the madness of the last ten seconds very clearly. He could even clearly recall the almost overflowing obsession in his heart when he raised his sword to slash the fire dragon.
The feeling was so refreshing that even now when he thought about it, he still had the urge to hold the hilt of the sword again, but the uncontrollable feeling also made him feel strongly uneasy.
Around Harry, who was in a daze, the people from the rescue team did not go over to talk to him. They came here not because of Harry, but to drag back the body of the dragon and lion in front of them.
Under Bagman's inquiry, all members of the referee team unanimously stated that the game would continue normally.
In the next moment, Hermione came up and said a few words to Harry. Harry seemed to be feeling a little better. He got on his broomstick and flew towards the top of the mountain again.
Hermione easily pulled out the Sword of Gryffindor and returned it to the hole under the Sorting Hat.
Then, she quickly walked towards a yew forest in the distance.
The magic hourglass timing the competition was still leaking sand downwards. When the last grain of sand quietly settled, the first event of the Triwizard Tournament was finally over.
"...Okay, okay! Let's see... Ladies first!" Bagman said loudly, "Miss Fleur Delacour, the warrior of Beauxbatons School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, she only spent about three-eighths of it. Hourglass Time has found the box that belongs to her!”
The teachers and students of Beauxbatons immediately applauded in unison, and they were all happy for Fleur.
In fact, just after Maka lured away the dragon and lion, Fleur ran blindly along the river, and who knew she would find him just like that!
"Then we have Miss Hermione Granger, the warrior of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. It took her a little long, but she did well - five-eighths of an hourglass time!"
The students at Hogwarts also applauded vigorously. Although most of the little snakes were very perfunctory, the numerical advantage still existed, and the applause was much more enthusiastic than that of Beauxbatons.
"The same warrior from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry—Harry Potter!" Bagman paused and then said loudly, "Exactly half the time of an hourglass!"
"Finally, the warrior of Durmstrang College, Maka McClane! One-sixteenth of the hourglass time! You heard me right, he only took one-sixteenth of the hourglass time!"
To be honest, the valley where Maka's box is located is rugged with strange rocks, and no one can see it very clearly. In addition, Maka deliberately hid it, so most people didn't notice that he had already taken the box.
"Of course! Everyone has to pay attention!" Mr. Bagman said again, "It's not just time that determines the score. The referee panel will also discuss their respective scores based on the performance of each warrior!"
"Now, warriors, please go to the first aid tent to check your physical condition and take a short rest. The referee team is already carefully considering your scores. I guess..."
Bagman continued to talk, while the four warriors, led by Madam Pomfrey, walked towards the first aid tent outside the wall.
But not long after they stayed in the tent, Harry and the others saw Ron walking in with heavy steps. His face was frighteningly white, and he stood at the entrance of the tent and stared blankly at Harry, as if he was looking at a ghost.
"Harry... are you... okay?"