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Chapter 292 The first competition event

With Harry saying hello to him in advance, Cedric was not surprised by his opponent today.

And in order to deal with the fire dragon, he had made enough preparations early in the morning.

After entering the arena, it also represents the start of the game.

The tip nestled next to the golden egg stared straight at him like this, wanting to see what tricks this little guy could play in front of it.

Then, in front of it, Cedric stretched out his wand and cast a very high-end transformation spell on a rock beside him.

In the blink of an eye, that rock turned into a Newfoundland retriever.

As soon as this deformed brave dog appeared, it jumped up and down and ran to Xiao Fei, barking at it.

But in fact, Federico used his little toe to think, and everyone knew that this was actually a trick of human wizards to divert the tiger away from the mountain.

It rolled its eyes surreptitiously, it really took me for a fool, at least you avoided me when you transformed?

Fiddlesticks originally wanted to pretend he didn't see the noisy dog, but when he rolled his eyes, a crooked idea came to his mind.

It appeared to be attracted by the Newfoundland hound, stood up from the golden egg, and ran towards the dog.

And Cedric sprinted towards the golden egg at this moment!
The Hogwarts students in the auditorium didn't even dare to cheer, and everyone held their breath. Of course, they hoped that this warrior with a higher approval rate than Harry could get a better score.

But no one made a sound, which doesn't mean that "Short-nosed Dragon" won't kill a carbine.

Just as Cedric was approaching the golden egg, Federico, who was pretending to be chasing a hound, turned around suddenly, aimed at him and yelled.

Cedric was terrified by the roar, but he still gritted his teeth and did not deflect the target, and still jumped towards the golden egg.

Fiddlesticks, who managed to scare people, is very satisfied now, but letting him get the golden egg like this will make him feel very shameless and stupid.

So, it pretended to face Cedric's direction, and spewed out a cloud of dragon's breath. The fire was not strong, but it covered a large area, making it inevitable for people to avoid it.

When the flames engulfed Cedric, there was a burst of exclamation from the stands in the auditorium.

Cedric manages to steal the golden egg, but he also has burns all over his body, which will make his score not look so good.

If it was true, even if ten Cedric went up together, Fiddlesticks would not let him get within three meters of the golden egg.

But competitions have to be entertaining, if it really does this level, then Sherlock will probably give it little shoes afterwards.

Tipping, whose IQ is no lower than that of normal people, naturally knows what it means to stop.

It was the same in the next two games, it changed into two dragon skins to play games with these little kids.

When dealing with Fleur, it knew that the little girl had something to do with Sherlock, and it acted as a public revenge, so it set her skirt on fire, but in the end it still allowed her to get the golden egg.

Krum, who was the second to last to appear on the stage, made Uncle Tip a little upset. He was the first to cast a curse directly on it.

In the end, although he was still allowed to pass the test, Federico deliberately crushed those golden eggs a lot, so that his score would not be so high.

The last warrior to play was Harry who had drawn the Hungarian Tree Peak Dragon.

When Federico flew back to the arena wearing the fourth dragon skin, he also walked out of the tent nervously.

Of course Harry recognized it, and this was the student who had the best relationship with its current "partner" Sherlock, but even so, it didn't have the slightest intention of letting go.

On the contrary, I should use this opportunity to vent out the oppression I have been suffering these days.

As soon as Harry entered the stage, he raised his wand without any hesitation.

"Firebolts are coming!"

He directly used the Flying Curse to summon the broomstick he placed in the dormitory.

After a casual chat with Bagman the day before yesterday, Harry thought about what his real strengths were.

He is undoubtedly a very good Seeker, and for the use of broomsticks, there may not be a better one in Hogwarts.

And when dealing with fire dragons, he can fully use his advantages, as long as he can summon the broomstick to his side.

The magic spell Flying Curse newly learned in the fourth grade can completely do this.

It's just that Harry didn't master the Flying Charm very well before. He asked Hermione to give him an emergency make-up lesson in this day and a half, and now it has finally reached the point where it can be used successfully in the competition.

With the Firebolt riding under him, a sense of security and peace of mind surged into Harry's heart instantly.

However, he just took off on a broom and enjoyed the freedom of flying in the sky.

A spiked tail, suddenly like a black whip, hit his left arm!
The sharp spikes tore through the sleeves of his robe, and also scratched his arm, which made the entire audience scream and sigh.

But Harry was only deflected a few meters in the air, and immediately stabilized his figure.

He didn't care about the pain in his arm, but regarded the current scene as a Quidditch match, the golden egg was the golden snitch he wanted to catch, and the Hungarian tree peak dragon was just his opponent team That's all.

Feeling as if he had returned to his home court, Harry lowered the handle of his broomstick and swooped down on the tip.

Fiddlesticks was lying in front of the golden egg, unmoved at all, it just stared at Harry like this, turning its neck, wanting to see how long this human cub could stay around him.

But it ignored that the body it controlled had its head beheaded by Sherlock before!

Even if Charlie and the others were very good at their workmanship, after all, the sewn back faucet didn't really grow back.

Before the tip shook his head and accompanied Harry around twice, its whole dragon head had the intention of tilting to one side and falling down.

It was so frightened that it hurriedly straightened its head.

If it really lost its head in such a public place, it would be a great joy, and Sherlock would definitely find him to settle accounts and sentence it to be a saboteur.

Fiddlesticks, who was frightened and afraid of turning around, was not going to continue to torment Harry. It pretended to be irritated, flapped its wings and got up to chase him, but in fact it deliberately left a gap for him.

Let Harry fly into the dragon's nest like a sharp sword, and took the golden egg in the shortest time of everyone present!

(End of this chapter)