Just as Rove reluctantly put on the lion hat, the audience around him suddenly let out sounds of surprise and sighs.
Dracula looked towards the arena, only to find that the Chinese Fireball Dragon was actually following John's movements, twisting its body in imitation, shaking its head from time to time, and jumping left and right to play.
Then, John used a summoning spell to conjure up a big colorful ball, and then cast a flying spell and threw the ball in front of the fire dragon's face.
The fire dragon immediately blinked its big, bulging eyes like light bulbs, pounced forward excitedly, grabbed the colorful ball with its two claws, and then began to roll on the ground while hugging the ball.
Everyone watched as John walked towards the fire dragon's nest where the golden eggs were hidden, took the golden eggs away from the nest, and patted the fire dragon's scales along the way, as if to say, "I'll trade you the colored balls for the golden eggs."
The fire dragon showed no sign of objection and continued to play with the colorful ball, kicking his legs excitedly from time to time.
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"Is this also what your grandfather taught him?" Dracula's mouth twitched as he looked at Rolf 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..."
Luo Fu shook his lion head speechlessly. His lion head and the head of the Chinese Fireball Dragon actually looked slightly similar.
"I guess... John might have remembered the method my grandfather used to tame the Zouwu when he was in France." Rove thought for a moment and hesitated, "At that time, my grandfather used a bird-shaped cat toy to trick the 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!"
"Okay, now I know why the Orientals call this dragon 'Lion Dragon'..." Dracula raised his hand to support his forehead, "So the 'lion' in 'Lion Dragon' is the same as the 'lion' in lion dance?"
By this time, John had already left the stadium with his intact golden egg, and Bagman was at a loss for words as to what to say and was racking his brains for commentary.
Suddenly, Karkaroff slammed 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 raised his voice very loudly, 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 about the semifinals is you as a judge...
Professor Hicks, who usually had a good temper, was also a little angry at Karkaroff's protest. She turned her head and glared at Karkaroff.
"All the dragons were carefully selected from the Romanian Dragon Reserve before the competition, and the drawing process was completely open. Why do you think John took advantage of it?" Professor Hicks asked sternly.
"Besides, even if this fire dragon is indeed a little 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 hearing what Professor Hicks said and could only blame the problem on the Romanian Fire Dragon Sanctuary's mistake in selecting the dragon.
"I think those dragon trainers were being inconsiderate when it came to choosing dragons."
He looked at Dumbledore and Madam Maxime, trying to unite with them, "Don't you think that the difference in strength between these dragons is very unfair..."
"Oh, Professor Karkaroff, the staff at the Fire Dragon Sanctuary are professional. They have tried their best to select dragons of similar difficulty." Dumbledore smiled, "I think this competition is fair."
As the discoverer of the "Twelve Uses of Dragon's Blood", Dumbledore himself has extensive research on dragons. He can naturally see that although these dragons have different abilities and sizes.
But relatively speaking, the difference in difficulty between them for the Warriors is not that big.
Karkaroff snorted and turned to look at Madam Maxime.
"The student at Hogwarts is now ranked first in the grade, so Dumbledore certainly won't have any objections." He said unhappily, "What do you think, Maxim?"
Ms. Maxim hesitated for a moment, but in the end, her concern for the safety of her students prevailed. She didn't want to cause any more trouble and was afraid that she would encounter a more dangerous situation during the rematch...
Besides, Ms. Maxim was not as thick-skinned as Karkaroff. She felt guilty about informing Fleur of the details of the competition in advance, so she did not agree with Karkaroff's opinion.
"I have no problem with the fairness of this match, Karkaroff," she said.
"Good, very good! It seems that you are all very satisfied with your students' scores." Karkaroff said angrily, "But the fire dragon that Victor encountered is obviously the most difficult. If his opponent is replaced by the Chinese Fireball..."
"You are being unreasonable, Professor Karkaroff!"
Just then, the voice of a young wizard sounded behind the judges' seats.
As one of the persons in charge of the Fire Dragon Sanctuary in this competition, when Charlie Weiss discovered the dispute among the judges, he hurried up the steps and prepared to explain to the judges their method of selecting fire dragons.
When Karkaroff was jumping with anger, he happened to come to the judges' table.
"Professor Karkaroff, in fact, the Australian White Eye has the best temper among the five dragons!" Charlie said bluntly, "If your student hadn't used the Eye Disease Curse right at the beginning to anger it, it would be the easiest dragon to deal with."
He had never liked the unreasonable Karkaroff, so he didn't hold back when he spoke.
"On the contrary, the Chinese Fireball is one of the best among the five fire dragons in terms of flame temperature, physical strength, and temper. Except for the Hungarian Horntail that has not yet appeared, it is definitely the most difficult fire dragon!"
"Take my advice, Professor Karkaroff. The different ways the warriors deal with the fire dragons ultimately determine the different levels of difficulty we see!"
Charlie stared into Karkaroff's eyes confidently and spoke word by word.
After listening to Charlie's explanation, Karkaroff's face stiffened a little, but he was still unwilling to let Krum get the lowest score.
"Words are not enough. Everyone can speak with their mouth..." He sounded a little shaky, but he still insisted.
"That's enough, Karkaroff!" Barty Crouch, the Director of the Department of International Magical Exchange, who had been silent on the judging panel, suddenly looked at Karkaroff coldly, "How long are you going to keep making trouble? Do you really want to ruin this competition?!"
Karkaroff shuddered unconsciously when he saw Mr. Crouch's cold eyes.
As a member of the Death Eaters in the war thirteen years ago, his fear of the iron-blooded Director of the Law Enforcement Department has not diminished much. Facing Crouch's cold gaze, Karkaroff did not have the courage to raise any objection for a moment.
Seeing that Karkaroff stopped talking, Crouch raised his scoreboard with a cold face - "10 points".
Next, except for Karkaroff who was not convinced and only gave John 5 points on the grounds that his dance was not beautiful enough, the other judges gave John 10 points.
In the end, John achieved an excellent score of 55 points and currently ranks first.
"Ludo, continue the game." After the scoring, Crouch said to Bagman with a cold face.
He immediately returned to his indifferent expression and looked at the game indifferently.
"Ah, ahem... Okay, let's welcome the next warrior!" Bagman nodded quickly and shouted to the tent at the edge of the arena.
"This is the last warrior to appear, Harry Potter from Hogwarts!" With the help of the amplification spell, his voice spread throughout the venue, "Mr. Potter will face a Hungarian Horntail—"
"This type of dragon is huge, has a high flame temperature, and is very bad-tempered. It is widely regarded by dragon trainers as the most dangerous dragon... I have to say that Mr. Potter's luck is not very good..."
As Bagman was explaining the game, Harry walked towards the stadium with mixed emotions.
He already knew that John Kowalski, who was ahead of him, had finished the race, but he didn't know what happened afterwards that caused him to wait in the tent for a long time.
This long wait almost drained away his courage.
Harry walked through the entrance of the tent and outside, his inner tension gradually increasing until it reached an extreme level.
Finally, he walked onto the field and saw everything around him like a vivid dream—hundreds of faces looking at him from the stands above, as if they were watching a drama between life and death.
At the other end of the field, looming was the Hungarian Horntail.
It was crouching low over its clutch of eggs, with its wings half-folded and its fierce yellow eyes fixed on Harry.
The Hungarian Horntail is a gigantic creature covered in black scales, with yellow eyes and bronze horns.
Seeing Harry walking slowly in the distance, it twisted its spiky tail violently, leaving several meters long pits on the hard ground.
There was a roar of noise from the audience. Harry had no idea whether the noise was friendly or malicious, and he no longer cared.
Now he has to do what he has to do...
He raised his wand—
"Accio Firebolt!"
Hearing Harry's Spell of the Flying Spell, Dracula's sight passed through the numerous obstructions and glanced at the willow tree outside the auditorium where Ron had hidden the broom before.
He saw an exquisite flying broom suddenly float up from behind the willow tree, and then quickly flew towards the venue of the semi-finals tournament.
It nimbly bypassed the surrounding sturdy trees, passed through the rows of seats in the auditorium, and flew across the setting sun that was gradually rising in the sky... Its speed became faster and faster, and then it suddenly stopped and was steadily caught in Harry's hand.
"Look! Mr. Potter cast a spell, it's... the Summoning Spell!" Bagman's voice echoed across the field, "Potter got a flying broom, my God, what an incredible creativity!"
"I remember now. Mr. Potter is the youngest seeker at Hogwarts. During his three years at school, he made great contributions to the Gryffindor Quidditch team in winning two Quidditch Cups..."
Bagman's voice was barely heard by Harry, who, holding the broom tightly in his hand, felt more relaxed than ever before.
He lifted his leg, stepped onto the broom, pushed off the ground, and flew into the air.
Harry circled up rapidly, the wind whistling his hair, and the audience below became indistinct little people, and the huge Hornet shrank to the size of a dog.
He suddenly realized—
He abandoned not only the ground, but also his fear... He returned to his homeland...
It was just another game of Quidditch, nothing more, and the Hornets were just another tough rival team.
Harry looked down at the clutch of eggs guarded by the dragon and made out the golden egg, gleaming among its grey companions, lying safely between the dragon's forelegs, like a snitch in a race.
"Great," Harry said to himself, "a diversion, plus Wonsky's fake move... Come on!"
He dived, and the Horntail's head moved with him.
Harry knew what it was going to do, so he stopped his dive and leapt up. A ball of fire burst out, and if he didn't get out of the way in time, he would be hit directly.
But Harry didn't care, and just thought he was just dodging a Bludger.
"My goodness, 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 in the audience were also screaming and cheering. Harry's Gryffindor friends held up a flag with "Harry Potter" written on it. From Hufflepuff's side, two little wizards wearing funny lion head hats were cheering for Harry.
Even students who originally didn't get along well with Harry couldn't help but be amazed by his actions. Even some Slytherin students couldn't help but waved flags with Harry's name on them...
Of course, they forgot that besides the name, it also said "stinking shit"...
After a series of pulling and testing, everything went smoothly except that Harry got a scratch on his arm by the Hungarian Horntail's sharp, stinging tail.
The Hornet was successfully enraged by his success, and it spread its wings and tugged at the chain, making a clanging sound.
At the same time, Harry rushed towards the nest of eggs at lightning speed, released the Firebolt, and freed his hands -
He caught the golden egg with perfect accuracy, just as he had caught the golden snitch countless times.
Immediately, he soared into the air, flew away from the dragon, and hovered in the sky where the fire dragon could not reach.
The heavy golden egg was tucked beneath the good arm.
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