Chapter 294 Fire Dragon! Fire Dragon!

A huge tent was erected next to the enclosure outside Hogwarts Castle. Under the guidance of the staff, Mike entered the tent bathed in the golden sunlight.

There were quite a lot of people in the tent. Harry, Fleur, and Krum were pale, each occupying a small corner. No one spoke to each other, and they looked very nervous.

"Merlin! You are finally here, the audience has entered!"

A voice suddenly came from the side. Mike looked over and saw Ludo Bagman, who was wearing a long windbreaker, trotting towards him.

"I won't have much time, so I'll make it short. I'll pass this bag to you in turn, and you'll pick out the dragon model you'll face." Ludo Bagman took out a purple silk bag and said, "Oh, I let it slip! But it doesn't matter, I guess you all already know the content of this project in advance. But I still have to say that your task is to pick up the golden eggs! Understand? So don't try to be stubborn."

Harry swallowed a mouthful of saliva when he heard it. Mr. Bagman's eyes were staring at him when he said the last sentence, which made him feel that Mr. Bagman was warning him alone.

"Okay, Mike, you go first." Bagman handed the bag to Mike,

and then Bagman opened the bag and blinked his right eye at Mike at an angle that no one else could see.

Mike understood immediately that the bag had been tampered with.

Sure enough, Mike casually took out the small model of the Australian egg white eye, and on the neck of the model, there was an even smaller number plate, number 4!

The model was very delicate, just like the real thing. It was even roaring at Mike when it was taken out!

"Wow! Australian Egg White Eye! Horrible creature!" Bagman shouted in a strange tone, and then continued to hold the bag, letting the other three warriors draw their mission targets in a clockwise direction.

Fleur drew the Welsh Green Dragon, a fire dragon with a cry comparable to the sound of nature, and the number plate on its neck was No. 1.

Fleur seemed to have resigned herself to fate. She forced a smile at Mike who was looking at her, and then returned to her original position expressionlessly.

Krum's fire dragon was the Chinese Fireball Dragon, as the name suggests, it was a dragon that could spit fireballs, and the number plate was No. 2.

He acted quite calmly, which was not surprising. As an international Quidditch superstar, he had seen big scenes.

However, his two slightly trembling legs still betrayed his true emotions.

The worst performance was Harry.

His dragon was a Hungarian Tree-Spike, a ferocious dragon with spikes all over its head and tail. Its number plate was 3.

When the dragon appeared in front of him, Harry was startled at first, and then he was stabbed by the spikes on the tree-spike.

So, without any surprise, Harry screamed and threw the exquisite model away.

To be honest, it was very embarrassing, and Harry's face turned red.

But no one would laugh at him at this moment, because everyone would have to face a terrifying monster like a dragon in a while!

"Okay! The draw is over, and the official competition is about to begin. I believe you should have seen the number plates on your models. This is the order in which you will appear in a while!" Bagman said, "Next, I will go to the referee's seat to explain the game. When I blow the whistle, the warrior of Beauxbatons will go on stage as the number one player. Do you understand?"

Fleur still nodded expressionlessly. She looked sick now, which made people very worried.

But Bagman obviously had no intention of sympathizing with the beautiful woman. He trotted all the way and left the tent without looking back.

As he left, the atmosphere in the tent became even more depressing.

Mike could see that none of his competitors were in the mood to chat, so he found a chair and sat down.

After a while, a whistle sounded.

Fleur's pale face instantly became even paler. She took a deep breath of air and then exhaled. After

doing this several times, she clenched her trembling fists and walked towards another exit of the tent.

Just as she was about to leave the tent, Mike suddenly called her.

Fleur turned around in a daze, and heard Mike say softly:

"Come on!"

Hearing this, Fleur's pale face seemed to be stained with a hint of red. She forced a smile and replied in an almost inaudible voice:

"Yeah!"

After that, she resolutely turned around and walked towards the exit.

As Fleur appeared on the stage, the cheers of the audience could be heard faintly outside the tent.

This voice seemed to make Harry, who was already very nervous, even more nervous. He slowly moved to Mike's side, his mouth opening and closing but he couldn't speak for a long time.

"Hello, Mike." Harry finally spoke, "You look so handsome! Yeah! The hat is also very handsome!"

He was telling the truth. Mike was now wearing a pure black hunting suit, a black leather windbreaker similar to a tuxedo, and Professor Flitwick's lucky tricorn hat on his head.

This outfit had almost no bonus to the flexibility of the body, but it was really handsome!

Especially when worn on Mike, coupled with the handsome face that became a little feminine because of the Ravenclaw curse, there was an incomparable charm.

After saying that, Harry looked down at the Quidditch protective gear he was wearing, and suddenly felt that he was so low.

It can be seen that Harry urgently needs someone who can talk to him to relieve the pressure, so Mike was also ready to speak to comfort him.

But before he could open his mouth, the cheers of the audience and Bagman's commentary could be heard again outside the tent.

"Contestant Fleur got the dragon egg! She's so outstanding! She even thought of using charm magic to confuse the dragon! Although there was a small mistake near the end, it was finally safe..."

After a long commentary, the whistle sounded again, and Krum stood up from the ground, patted his pants, and walked out seemingly calmly.

Harry's legs began to tremble, because he was the next one.

"Don't worry, you can succeed."

Mike patted Harry on the shoulder and said.

Harry bit his lip and hummed, and stopped talking.

After a while, cheers and whistles came one after another.

Harry nodded to Mike and rushed out of the tent with gritted teeth.

Finally, Mike was the only one left in the tent.

He still sat there, lowered his head, and gently stroked the brim of his tricorn hat.

On the place where he stroked, there was a capital letter F.

This is the first letter of Professor Flitwick's name.

Perhaps because of Flitwick's heart, Mike felt that this letter seemed to be slightly hot at this moment!

The whistle sounded again, and Mike's mouth curled up into a confident smile. The next moment, he stood up and walked towards the exit passage covered with sunlight!

...

The venue for this competition used the previous duel championship venue. This huge open-air building similar to the ancient Roman Colosseum was once again filled with guests who wanted to find excitement.

When Mike appeared on one side of the venue facing the sun, the entire duel arena was boiling.

The cheers and applause given to Mike by the audience were much louder than those of the three warriors before.

This is not surprising, you have to know that this is Hogwarts, and most of the audience in the stands are students of Hogwarts, and Mike is the strongest person they recognize.

Bathed in the cheers, Mike rubbed his eardrums that were swollen by the sound waves, and rubbed the f on the brim of his hat again. Then he smiled and raised his head and looked at the other side of the arena.

There was his opponent this time, an adult Australian white eye.

This is an extremely beautiful fire dragon, and its pearly white scales flashed colorful brilliance under the sunlight!

This is also an extremely powerful fire dragon, its cry is like thunder, its wingspan is more than ten meters, and its weight is more than three tons!

The Australian white eye is a relatively gentle fire dragon that feeds on sheep and generally does not attack humans.

But today, the sound waves that swept over the audience seats undoubtedly frightened it. It paced around restlessly and roared at the stands. Behind it was an artificial dragon's nest, which contained several gray-white real dragon eggs and a golden egg that shone with golden light.

"Dear audience! Player Mike..."

Ludo Bagman's voice was transmitted to the ears of everyone in the duel field through the loudspeaker, but Mike took a deep breath and turned on the closed brain state.

With a slight flip of his wrist, the blackthorn wand appeared in Mike's hand.

At the moment the wand appeared, Mike's temperament also changed suddenly. The original smile on his face disappeared, replaced by an expressionless face. The

cold murderous intent began to spread around with Mike as the center. The Australian egg white eye seemed to have noticed something and began to sprint towards Mike.

However, the thick iron chain tied to its feet prevented it from leaving its nest, so it could only roar at Mike at the limit of the chain.

"Friends who have watched Mike's previous duels should have known about his fighting style. He is used to using the Wind Speed ​​Spell and the Disillusionment Spell to perform a ghostly high-speed tactic! This high mobility is very advantageous in this event! Oh! Look! Mike has locked onto the dragon! I swear, the next moment he will bypass the dragon's defense like he is playing with a child and successfully get the dragon egg!"

The voice of the commentator Bagman still echoed over the duel field, and many people who heard his commentary nodded secretly.

In their opinion, Mike's speed tactics are indeed very advantageous when facing this event.

However, Mike did not start charging with the Wind Speed ​​Spell and the Disillusionment Spell at the beginning as they imagined.

Mike lowered his head again and rubbed the brim of his hat.

Then, he took a step and walked towards the dragon at a slow speed that was almost like a walk!

"Mike wants to get closer to the distance so that he can hit it with one shot! Yes! It must be like this!"

Bagman was forcing an explanation, but Mike did not have any intention of speeding up.

He just walked slowly...

"Merlin's beard, is he crazy? He's about to enter the fire dragon's fire-breathing range, why hasn't he accelerated yet!" Bagman roared, "I can't wait! Safety officer! Safety officer! Go stop him!"

The safety officers who received the order quickly attacked and flew into the stadium.

However, it was too late, Mike had entered the fire dragon's fire-breathing range.

"Roar!"

With a thunderous roar, a huge string of scarlet flames spewed out from the big mouth of the Australian egg white eye, carrying the terrifying roar of the flame burning the air and flying towards Mike in a black hunting suit!

The audience screamed, and Dumbledore on the referee's seat stood up and raised his wand to cast a spell.

However, the next moment, something unexpected happened!

Facing the flames that covered the sky like the sky, Mike raised his wand calmly and said,

"The flames are blazing."

"Bang!~"

A deafening explosion sounded, and a ball of nearly transparent flames spurted out from the tip of the blackthorn wand, rushing towards the fire dragon's breath like a cloud of fire!

One side was scarlet, and the other side was almost transparent.

The two flames collided in an instant.

A heat wave swept across the entire duel arena, and at the center of the collision of the two flames, the terrifying heat even scorched the surrounding air and distorted it!

The next moment, the light-colored flames directly engulfed the dragon's breath, and the scarlet flames were like ice and snow encountering magma, and began to melt at an almost terrifying speed!

The situation reversed instantly!

At the highest referee's seat, Dumbledore put down his wand and sat down again with a smile.

However, a surprising scene appeared in the audience below him.

The cheers and shouts all disappeared. The duel field that was so lively before was now as quiet as a library!

"Merlin's beard, Player Townley, he actually used a stronger flame to fight back against the fire dragon."

Bagman continued to comment on the game in a voice that was almost like a dream. What Mike had just done simply shattered his worldview.

His voice was like a switch, instantly restarting the sluggish audience in the stands.

The sound of a tsunami sounded again.

People were shouting Mike's name frantically, shouting the name of the man who created a miracle!

At the beginning, the shouting was a bit chaotic.

But gradually, the sound began to become uniform!

This scene was undoubtedly exciting. Even Krum, who was famous for having tea in the Quidditch field, had never enjoyed such treatment.

But Mike on the field was not moved at all.

He just raised his wand and maintained the output of the translucent flame.

At the same time, he once again took a step towards the fire dragon.

The speed

was still so slow!

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