Ludo's eyelids twitched.

The Triwizard Tournament had a "cheating" pedigree, and he was well aware of it.

But can you please pretend to be more realistic, at least have some real "surprise" on your faces, or at least an expression that can be interpreted as "surprise", Krum and Fleur, you can't follow Harry's example and learn bad things!

"Yes, they are such cute little ones." Ludo nodded, pretending to know nothing, and continued reading, "Who's next, Mr. Krum or Miss Delacour?"

Fleur looked towards Krum.

Krum tilted his head awkwardly, walked over, reached out and grabbed a model, the red dragon struggling in his palm.

Fireball Dragon.

It is the relatively dangerous one among the remaining fire dragons.

"The results are out, but Miss Delacour, please take out your end." Ludo looked at Fleur with complicated eyes. In the ranking he imagined, Harry was the last one.

Furong grabbed the green dragon easily.

This is the least aggressive of all the fire dragons and the easiest to deal with.

The advantage lies in yourself.

"Everyone gets their own end and look at the number tags around your neck. That's the order in which you'll go on stage." Ludo stuffed the bag back into his robe.

Harry used his index finger to move the faucet away. There was a small piece of cloth tied under his neck with the number "1" written on it.

I was the first one to appear.

Furong frowned slightly. Her number was "2", but she was obviously dissatisfied. It would be good to be the last one to appear, or the first one to appear. In the middle...

She looked at Harry, feeling the pressure of his outstanding performance, and then looked at Krum, feeling the anxiety of whether this Quidditch star would be better than her.

I drew a good lot and a bad lot.

"Everyone, go into the tent now. I have to go host the event outside." Ludo waved his wand, and the tent curtain was lifted. He led them inside. "When you hear me announce the start of the competition and let Mr. Potter enter, come out then."

The three of them nodded.

Ludo gave a few more instructions, and finally said to Harry without reservation: "Mr. Potter, I am looking forward to your performance."

After saying this, he hurried out.

Fleur scoffed.

Krum's expression only grew more gloomy.

Harry looked expressionless and found a stool to sit down.

Outside there were drums beating, shouts and applause. Ludo, Dumbledore, Maxim, Karkaroff, and even the toad-like woman from the Ministry of Magic, all started to speak at length.

The longer the time went on, the more anxious Fleur and Krum became.

They paced restlessly. The small tent was like a cage, imprisoning them.

Harry was patient.

He examined the potion, the wand, and the two swords.

The goblin craftsmanship made them extremely sharp and did not require excessive maintenance. Ancient runes were engraved on the hilts, allowing Harry to exert more power when wielding them.

Just in case, he reapplied Snape's version of high-grade dragon oil on the sword of Gryffindor.

There is no problem with the armor either.

The new one has not seen a real battle yet and is still in perfect condition.

Half an hour later, they finally heard the words they had been waiting for, from Ludo's mouth: "Next, let us welcome the first warrior to challenge the dragon - Harry Potter from Hogwarts."

Harry stood up, took off his robes, put his swords on his back, hung the Sorting Hat around his waist, and walked out slowly.

Ludo was still introducing him.

"The youngest, with the professor's special permission, recognized as the best student in Hogwarts history, and in only the third year, he became the successor to the great Gryffindor."

"Let's cheer for him!"

This was the home court of Hogwarts. The young wizards burst into deafening cheers. They lit the fireworks they bought from George and Fred. In the sky of the arena, the figures of griffins, lions and Harry kept floating...

Led by Hermione, Gryffindor created a giant griffin statue, using Harry's Patronus as a template, which kept changing between gold, red and silver.

"Potter! Potter!"

They shouted in waves.

Harry pushed aside the door curtain and walked out. The inside of the arena was much larger than it looked from the outside. All the young wizards were there, and there were even some familiar faces from Hogsmeade. They were excited and expectant, staring at him intently.

This side of the arena is him.

In the middle, there are towering stone forests and dead trees scattered all over the place.

At the other end of the arena was the Swedish short-nosed dragon, who noticed Harry and was cautious, alert, and grinning. It was rare for a human to give it such an oppressive feeling.

Harry looked at it, examining it closely.

This was the first time he had seen an adult fire dragon. It was very graceful, silver-blue like the Milky Way, but its head was a little flat, which made it a bit unsuitable as a trophy.

Demon hunters have a code and do not hunt dragons.

Of course, dragon beasts are not covered by this rule.

Harry has never come into contact with a real dragon, but Geralt and Yennefer have. They can transform into humans and have high intelligence.

These fire dragons almost have the majestic posture of a real dragon, but they do not have advanced intelligence and cannot transform into humans. Even though they are called "fire dragons", in his eyes, they are just slightly more powerful dragon beasts.

He waved his hand.

Quinn's Seal!

A golden shield enveloped him, and with another wave of his wand, the armor protected him.

On the referee's side, Ludo's voice was passionate: "We saw that Mr. Potter was very good and used the advanced magic armor spell. I can guarantee that less than a quarter of the wizards here can use it."

"And a..."

He got a little stuck at this point and turned to look at Dumbledore for help.

Dumbledore explained for him: "This is a wandless and silent spell invented by Harry. Like the Armor Charm, it is a protective spell, but the effect is even better. It can not only resist the attack of a spell, but also resist physical attacks."

"Wandless and silent spells!" Ludo's voice became even more excited. "Mr. Potter seems to be even better than we thought. A fourth-grade wizard who is still studying at school has his own spell, and it is wandless and silent!"

"Most adult wizards don't have this ability, including me. Yes, I am happy and willing to admit this fact. I am not as good as Mr. Potter!"

The short-nosed dragon was lying on the nest.

It was reluctant to leave easily, with sparks flying from its nose, just waiting for Harry to approach, so that it could spit out a breath of dragon's breath and burn this evil-minded thief to death.

Harry reached into the Sorting Hat.

He took out a bottle of dark purple potion, pushed open the cork with his thumb, and drank it in one gulp.

Unless it is a thunderstorm, the Thunder Potion will not be able to exert its best effect.

However, his magic power was growing rapidly, like lightning surging through his muscles, giving him a tingling sensation and increasing his strength.

"We saw Potter take out another bottle of potion, but I don't think I have seen this kind of potion before?" Ludo was stuck again, and this time his eyes did not fall on Dumbledore.

He immediately said, "That is a potion that Harry developed himself. He named it Thunder Potion. It has a very powerful effect of increasing magic power and physical strength."

"I didn't expect Mr. Potter to have such a high level of attainment in potions!" Ludo was surprised. He was really surprised. "He not only developed his own spells, but also his own potions."

"I remember that even the youngest potion master, Professor Snape, the current potion master at Hogwarts, did not develop his own potion when he was a student."

In the audience, Snape's face turned cold, and his cold eyes like a snake bit Ludo.

But Ludo only had eyes for Harry.

In the arena.

Harry waved his wand, and the dead wood and stone pillars twisted and turned into two huge pythons, one on the left and one on the right, rushing towards the short-nosed dragon.

Faced with the imminent danger, it finally moved, taking the initiative to attack, blowing a breath of dragon towards the dead wood that had transformed into a python, burning it clean in the blink of an eye, and then smashed the stone snake with its thick tail. Sparks flew and gravel scattered all over the sky during the collision.

Eye disease curse!

Harry raised his wand and, amid the gravel, ashes and flames, struck the huge right eye with precision.

It wailed.

Harry waved his wand again, and the stone forest under the dragon surged, and several huge chains sprang out, binding its claws and neck, and smashing it diagonally downward, close to Harry. It wanted to resist, but the magic power of the chains was so strong that it could not resist.

"Excellent Transfiguration!" Ludo put one foot on the judge's bench and roared, "Gryffindor always has excellent Transfiguration masters!"

"It takes dozens of adult wizards to subdue a dragon, but Mr. Potter subdued it alone!"

The hot cheers and the feeling of being tightly bound made the short-nosed dragon very uncomfortable. It roared and struggled hard. The chains were made of stone after all and were gradually crumbling. It was also staring at Harry intently, and the hot flames in its nostrils were gathering and ready to burst out.

Harry waved his wand again, and two stones that were just the right size flew up from the ground and were roughly stuffed into its nostrils, filling the only available space.

Wave again.

Axis Seal!

The huge struggling body froze and stopped moving.

Wherever the wand pointed, the two dead trees twisted into a thin piece and inserted under the dragon's body. It was held up like a tray and flew towards Harry rapidly.

Ludo was still explaining excitedly: "Mr. Potter is really outstanding. He used another wandless and silent spell. It looks like a sleeping spell. This is much better than fainting. He made the dragon fall into a coma by himself."

"He subdued the most powerful fire dragon in the first round with great grace and ease!"

"Now he just needs to walk over and pick up the golden egg, and it will be over..."

Having said this, he suddenly paused.

Harry walked over to the dragon, drew the sword of Gryffindor, and lowered his eyes to its neck.

"What else is Mr. Potter going to do, he draws his sword?"

At first, Ludo was a little confused. Wasn't the dragon already subdued? There was no need to waste time.

But soon, he realized something, his face and voice became panic-stricken, and he struggled to throw himself forward, but one of his legs was still on the table, his center of gravity was unstable, and he performed splits on the spot: "No, Mr. Potter, wait--"

He finished speaking, but it was too late.

Harry raised the sword of Gryffindor and swung it down fiercely.

Potions increase strength.

Ancient runes also enhance power.

High-grade dragon beast oil makes solid dragon scales and dragon skins as easy to use as straw paper.

With just one sword, the huge dragon head fell to the ground, and dragon blood gushed out from the arteries like a fountain, spilling all over the sky.

Harry waved his wand.

The blood did not fall to the ground, not even the blood from the wound. It gathered and coagulated into ruby-like blood clots in the air - these were all dragon blood, very precious magic material, and could not be wasted at all.

Ludo said the second half of his sentence a step later. After the dragon's head fell to the ground, he shouted: "This dragon cannot be killed."