A sharp cry sounded from the golden flames, and a beautiful firebird poked its head out. A cluster of golden flames burned on its forehead, and its long beak reflected dazzling light.

"Harry!"

Hermione shouted, holding her wand and left hand in front of her, trying her best to control her magic - the fire dragon in classroom 7 was fake, but their magic was real, and they had to be carefully controlled.

They had been taught a lesson before.

Harry, who was still dealing with the fire dragon, immediately ran away. The bright light ball that Ron had prepared for a long time shot out a straight beam of light, which hit the dragon's wings obliquely, and was then scattered into more dense light by the smooth scales, illuminating the dim space around it.

The spell was crooked!

Ron hurriedly adjusted the angle, and this time he finally made the beam of light explode on the dragon's face. The bright light was not dazzling, but it still blocked most of its vision. This caused the dragon's movement to pause for a moment, and it shook its head uneasily, and its two strong claws clenched tightly on the brown rock, like a dagger, rubbing out a series of sparks.

The firebird crossed a distance of hundreds of feet in the blink of an eye, and aimed its long, sharp beak at the dragon's belly. The scales there were cracked by the external force at some point .

"Swish!"

A few drops of blood fell.

The dragon roared in pain and slapped the firebird to pieces, turning it into pure flames that stained its body. It panted heavily and spewed out a dazzling blue flame. The grass and trees turned to ashes in an instant, and the stones cracked with a "crackling" sound, instantly drowning Harry and the other two.

After everything returned to silence, Harry licked his dry lips, and the scene just now was still lingering in his green eyes. Hermione and Ron came over with pale faces and looked at Cedric and the other two standing aside with their mouths wide open.

It was already afternoon, and Felix took them to classroom 7, intending to let them experience the power of the dragon for the "first time".

As a result, Cedric and his group of warriors were shocked. Their previous performance was not perfect, but they basically showed their own characteristics, including Cedric's meteorological magic, Roger Davis's magical plants, and Collins's Disillusionment Charm and superb silent casting.

As for Harry's group...

it is difficult to describe it in appropriate words. They are very familiar with the fire dragon's attack methods, and many reactions are completed subconsciously. This level of understanding is not something that can be learned from books or stories. It must be practiced with real swords and guns and remembered with the body.

This is also the way to train dragon trainers. Every dragon trainer will have some scars on his body in the first one or two years of work, and some will deliberately keep one or two as a testimony of their courage.

"It still doesn't work... Fire is inherently inferior to fire dragons. Even Hermione's ancient magic can't penetrate the thick dragon skin..." Harry said with a slight breath.

"Only the most powerful spell can do it. In fact, Sirius's suggestion is not bad, use the Eyespell, but that requires excellent dynamic vision and precise control. Among the three of us, I think only Harry can do it, but you haven't mastered this spell yet." Hermione's chest kept rising and falling, and she tried her best to stay calm.

Ron sat on the ground tiredly, "Fortunately, we met a Swedish short-nosed dragon. If we met a Ukrainian iron belly, or a Hungarian hornet..." He looked at Cedric and the others meaningfully, and as expected, he saw that their expressions were not natural.

He felt much better. Although he still had a frightened expression on his face, he began to introduce them enthusiastically: "The Ukrainian Ironbelly is the largest, about sixty or seventy feet. We have also encountered one that is seventy feet long. It only needs to rush over and stretch out a foot... snap! You're done. Of course, you will only see a gray shadow constantly enlarging in front of your eyes..."

"And the Hungarian Horntail, it's also a big guy. It's okay when it spits fire at you. Once I successfully released the Iron Armor Spell, and then I saw a long black tail covered with spikes. You will find that your spells shattered like eggshells..." "

The Peruvian Venomous Fang Dragon has poisonous breath and is very fast, so it's difficult to hit it with spells..."

"Okay," Felix said helplessly, interrupting Ron who seemed to be complaining but was actually showing off. He looked at them with some surprise: "You have actually completed part of the work ahead of time. Although there are still some tactical problems, you have obviously adapted to the attack rhythm of the fire dragon and will not be scared to the point of being unable to recite spells... However, I have to restrict you, so as to prevent you from forming some kind of terrible inertia."

"The more times you fail, the more you will strengthen the concept in your mind that everything in classroom 7 is fake. You may confuse this false courage. When the real competition comes, the audience, judges, or venues around you will remind you what is real. At that time, you will find that your courage is like a beautiful soap bubble, which will burst with a poke..."

Harry opened his mouth and wanted to argue. But he felt that this made some sense. After experiencing dozens of various "deaths", they really didn't care about being injured. If they participated in the competition with this mentality, they might perform better, but they were more likely to make reckless actions out of habit.

For example, he himself tried to buy time for Hermione with a completely ineffective spell, but was slapped to death.

"Next, we will conduct targeted training. Each of your groups has a huge room for improvement... What I have to do is to help you find what you are best at, because you will soon find that time is not enough."

...

Coming out of classroom 7, Harry and the others put on thick cloaks, walked out of the castle, and walked along the path to Hagrid.

In the pumpkin patch behind Hagrid's hut, a big black dog was running around happily. Harry, Ron and Hermione grinned.

When the big black dog saw them, it ran over and turned into a man in front of them. Sirius's hair was short, neat and tidy, and his cheeks were white, which made him look younger.

"Sirius--" Harry hugged him, "You don't have to come here every day." Sirius

bared his teeth, "This is my responsibility, I'm just bored!"

"Remus suggests that you find a job, you should return to a normal life." Harry said, but his face couldn't help but smile.

Sirius scratched his chin carelessly, a little absent-minded. "There's no rush for that kind of thing, I always can't get interested... Let's not talk about it, how about it, is Felix scared?"

These days, he has been instructing the three people, including how to cooperate, but he is not a civil servant of Hogwarts and cannot enter the castle. It is also the result of Dumbledore turning a blind eye to him wandering around Hagrid's hut.

Harry told the story reluctantly. Sirius was sitting on a huge pumpkin, rubbing his chin, and Hagrid's hound Fang was sniffing his shoes and wagging his tail at him.

"Go, go, Fang!" He skillfully threw a dog biscuit to Fang, and thought seriously, "He has a point. You may confuse the real and the fake, but our goal has been achieved - you have personally experienced the various attack methods of the fire dragon, which is very important!"

He said with some gloating: "I saw the warriors of Ugadu running around in the forbidden forest, they may have a headache."

As the host, the warriors of Hogwarts did have a certain advantage, which is reflected in the huge school resources behind them. Although Hogwarts opened the library and some resources to other schools, the most critical classroom No. 7 did not have it.

"But don't be complacent, I saw that there are new faces in those schools. They should be professors from their schools who come to give special training to the warriors."

Sirius quickly changed the subject.

"Well, let's start today's practice, the Eye-Fasting Charm, the Extinguishing Charm, the Softening Charm. If we have time, we can also try the Disillusionment Charm and the Transfiguration Charm, but they may be too difficult for you, and I'm not good at Transfiguration..."

Harry hesitated and said, "I don't think the Eye-Fasting Charm works as well as we imagined. Most of the dragons we have seen have thick scales on their heads, with protruding bones and spikes, so it's difficult for us to hit them."

Ron said imaginatively, "What do you think of the Bat-Spell? I've heard Ginny talk about it. This spell can turn boogers into bats. Imagine, a group of bats fly out of a dragon's nose and stretch its nose..."

Sirius coughed twice, "It's a good idea, but no one has tried it. After all, the Eye-Fasting Charm is a tested spell."

He looked at the three of them, "As for the accuracy of the spell, there is actually only one way, and that is to practice a lot." He saw the expressions of the three people fall, and continued, "Of course, a good method will get twice the result with half the effort. You need some handy tools."

"Did you bring it, Harry?" he asked.

Harry took out the Golden Snitch from his pocket in confusion. Last night Sirius asked him to bring the Golden Snitch through the two-way mirror. He never understood why. He asked in the mirror, but he didn't tell him. Instead, he changed the subject and kept it a secret.

Sirius's hand brushed over the wings of the Golden Snitch, and a row of alchemical symbols lit up on the golden wings. "The gift I gave you has two hidden functions. One of them is that its interior has been expanded by the Traceless Extension Charm, so it can hold things. The other is that it has a 'follow' function."

"Follow function?" Harry asked puzzled.

"Yes, it will fly around you within a certain range, and this range can be adjusted. I originally wanted it to help you practice Quidditch, but you didn't seem to notice it."

Harry was a little ashamed, and he explained in a low voice: "I was afraid it would get lost, so I didn't take it outdoors."

Sirius didn't bother with this little problem: "In addition to practicing Quidditch, it can also practice the accuracy of your spells - next, I will let it fly around you at an altitude of twenty to fifty feet, you need to hit it with the Eye Blight Curse. Of course, you don't know this spell now, it doesn't matter! You can try other spells first!"

Harry and the others became excited, and Hermione asked worriedly, "Won't we damage it?"

"No," Sirius said indifferently: "It is cast with a powerful protective magic. I told Felix at the time that this gift would be passed on to Harry's child."

Harry blushed and rolled his eyes angrily.