Harry Potter and the Secret Treasure

At the other end of the field, there is another kind of beauty, which represents the ultimate power.

Fleur's counterpart is the common Welsh green dragon, the most common species of dragon in native Britain, with a long history.

Going back thousands of years, humans have discovered traces of Welsh green dragons.

Unlike other dragons that represent evil and terror symbols, in England during the Anglo-Saxon rule, ordinary Welsh green dragons often appeared on the flag, and Muggles believed that it was a symbol of royal strength and courage.

Because of its noble status, it often appears in various literary works and handed down paintings.

Until now, in Wales, the Welsh Green Dragon is still a symbol of the nation.

Wizards have established a sanctuary for this dragon on the Welsh Mountains, surrounded by dense weeds, which can help them hide their bodies well.

Also, common Welsh green dragons are the least troublesome of all dragons.

They prefer to hunt sheep for food and will actively avoid humans unless provoked.

Although not easy to spot, Welsh green dragons are easy to spot, and their roars are surprisingly melodious.

And their flames, the emerald green magic fire that erupted from between the thin upper and lower jaws.

Sure enough, after seeing Furong, the Welsh green dragon didn't charge over.

Even though they were very close, it still greeted in a friendly manner, and the beautiful and moving sound of the dragon's sound made people unable to immerse themselves in it.

Of course, a good temper does not mean a good bully.

If Fleur continued to approach, or dared to touch its earthy brown eggs, then this ordinary Welsh green dragon would definitely tear her to pieces without hesitation.

"Miss Delacour is lucky, let's see how she plans to get the dragon out of the way!" Bagman shouted happily, "Oh, what kind of magic is this, I'm not sure she Do it wisely!"

Fleur intends to cast a more complicated spell, like dancing, her body is dancing with the wand.

Pale smoke rose from the end of her wand and drifted slowly towards the dragon.

The picture certainly looks pleasing to the eye, but people are skeptical about how much effect it will actually have.

"What is she doing? Is she dancing?" said Hermione incredulously. "I've never seen that spell before."

"This should be some kind of rare guiding magic. I think she probably wants to use the smoke to put the fire dragon into a hypnotic state." Aiwen said, watching Furong's movements carefully, he had never seen this magic before. , but can feel the powerful magic.

Generally speaking, guided spells are relatively rare and difficult to cast, and few wizards will use them.

"A unique channeling spell?!" Harry stared at Fleur for a long time, and said uncertainly, "Do you remember the dances of those Veela dances in the World Cup? I think Fleur's dancing looks very similar to them."

Hearing Harry's reminder, Ivan noticed that Fleur's movements were indeed similar to those Veela's.

Of course, she must be human, not Veela.

But as Furong dances, there is a special charm between each of her movements, which is a kind of seductive power.

Most of the boys were staring at her with confused expressions, immersed in the beauty of Hibiscus.

Not surprisingly, this spell should be related to Fleur's Veela bloodline.

Aiwen saw the light blue smoke centered on Hibiscus, slowly moving forward, filling the body of the Welsh green dragon, and the fire dragon suddenly fell asleep.

It fell down gracefully and fell asleep.

Without a fight, Fleur passed the test easily, and now she just needs to walk over and take the golden egg.

Obviously, Fleur also thought so.

She walked over, and there was a suppressed discussion on the venue, and everyone was afraid of waking up the fire dragon.

Above Beauxbaton's auditorium, Gabriel stared closely at Fleur, her little face was full of tension and anticipation.

"It's unbelievable, Miss Delacour succeeded, the beautiful dance that makes you immerse yourself in it, and the magical magic!" Bagman also lowered his tone, and said appreciatively, "She passed, just a little bit... Oh my gosh, I thought she had it!"

In the middle of the field, Furong walked towards the fire dragon, she seemed to be completely relaxed.

Just as she was about to cross the fire dragon, the Welsh green dragon, which had fallen into a deep sleep, suddenly snored.

From between its thin upper and lower jaws, Fleur dodged a streak of green flame, but a few sparks splashed onto her skirt.

Suddenly, the skirt caught fire.

The flames spread upwards, and the auditorium suddenly became noisy again.

As if aware of it, Huolong's head moved, and it was about to wake up.

This picture is really thrilling, everyone is sweating for Fu Rong.

If the Welsh Green Dragon woke up at this time, she would not even have a chance to escape, and would be directly crushed into meatloaf.

Fleur was obviously panicking too, and the question was whether to continue venturing forward or step back temporarily.

If the Welsh green dragon wakes up, it will definitely rush towards her angrily. Fleur has no time and opportunity to use the same magic to put the fire dragon into a deep sleep, and she thinks that her magic will definitely be successful, so she has not prepared other spells.

She hesitated for a moment, glanced at the huge green fire dragon in front of her, and suddenly made up her mind.

In the next second, Fu Rong rushed forward and hugged the golden egg as fast as she could, regardless of the flames on her body.

The moment she got the golden egg, all the wizards who had been waiting by the side rushed in.

Dozens of magic wands were aimed at Furong, and water came out to extinguish the fire on her body.

呲, 呲, 呲...

The water jets kept spraying on Furong's body, making her all wet.

By this time, her beautiful sky blue dress had been burnt beyond recognition and turned into a miniskirt.

The remaining part also became semi-transparent, revealing the spring light, and the boys stared at Furong in a daze, their heads blank.

Aiwen could vaguely see the style of the underwear inside, it wasn't the one he saw before, the color was different...

Furong didn't care about other things, hugged the golden egg, and left the competition field as fast as she could.

Chapter 589 Ron's Bad Performance

After Fleur appeared on the stage again wrapped in a cloak, cheers erupted from the auditorium.

For Furong's performance just now, the little wizards gave different opinions, anyway, the boys were all shouting, screaming, applauding, and their voices were deafening.

For example, Harry and Hermione next to Ivan have completely opposite opinions.

"She's doing well!" said Harry, clapping hard.

"Aside from her good dancing, her performance in other aspects is really terrible!" Hermione said bluntly, "Her spell has limited effects and can only succeed once by surprise, and it is obviously prepared for fire dragons. The referees will definitely See this. After putting the fire dragon to sleep, she will be touched by sparks..."

In all fairness, Fleur's performance is indeed not good enough, far inferior to Krum.

There is no other place to praise except for the magical magic that specifically restrains the fire dragon and the courage that he mustered at the end.

After a moment of silence, the referees began to score Furong.

Madam Maxim gave full marks, Bagman gave eight points, Dumbledore and Mr. Crouchy gave seven points, this evaluation is quite fair.

Karkaroff gave five points, full of malice.

"Look, that Chinese fireball came out, and Ron is below!"

Everyone's eyes turned to the entrance, expecting Ron's performance.

"Now we invite our youngest warrior, Mr. Weasley, to play!" Bagman shouted.

After the whistle sounded, Ron walked out of the tent. He looked like he was about to suffocate!

During the long wait, the tension in Ron's heart increased little by little, and it had reached an unbearable level.

His mind was blank, he didn't think about anything, and the nerves in his body beat rapidly indirectly.

Ron felt as though his legs were not his own as he walked awkwardly past the bushes and into the field through a gap in the fence.

In the next second, everything in front of him was like a colorful dream.

Hundreds of faces watched him from the stands above, examining him.

Ron tried his best to find the faces of familiar people such as Ivan, Harry, Hermione, etc., so that he could feel at ease.

But no, at this moment, in his eyes, everyone's faces seemed to be the same, and they were all looking at him expressionlessly.

Thousands of faces were spinning in front of Ron's eyes, and there was a feeling of dizziness, and he seemed to faint at any time.

At the other end of the field, the bright red Chinese fireball stands impressively.

The relatively docile Chinese Fireball didn't respond to Ron at all, but the loud noises from the auditorium around him made him very nervous.

It tightly protected the dragon egg under its body, kept looking around, and spat out a huge fireball warningly.

Different from the two fire dragons that appeared before, the flame of the Chinese Fireball is a mushroom-shaped fireball with an instantaneous nature, not a long chain-like guided magic fire gushing, and the effect of the huge fireball with high temperature looks even more amazing.

Facing the Chinese fireball, everyone is waiting to see what Ron is going to do? !

Does he charge straight at the dragon like Krum, or does he use some kind of magical magic like Fleur? !

The next second, under the surprised eyes of everyone, Ron turned around directly.

He ran to the opposite direction on the other side of the field as fast as he could, trying to stay as far away from the fire dragon as possible.

Ron told himself to shut out all distractions and concentrate completely, absolutely, on the Firebolt Harry had lent him.

"The situation seems to be a little bad. Our youngest warrior seems to have been frightened!" Bagman frowned and shouted, "Why did he stay so far away from the fire dragon? Could it be that he has other plans?!"

There was a burst of boos headed by Slytherin above the auditorium, and loud cursing immediately resounded throughout the venue.

They didn't see what Ron's plan was, they only saw Ron standing there stupidly after escaping to the edge of the field.

There was a lot of malicious clamor, and everyone seemed to think Ron was giving up.

If that's the case, this is really the most boring game. In their opinion, Ron doesn't deserve to be a warrior at all.

In this environment, it was really difficult to concentrate. Ron tried several times without success.

"Firebolts coming!" he cried anxiously, holding his wand aloft.

Ron waited, every cell in him praying, hoping.

If this trick didn't work, if the Firebolt didn't fly, he didn't dare to think about it...

He looked at everything around him, as if there was a transparent barrier shimmering in front of him.

It was like a hot layer of smoke that made the field and the hundreds of faces around him strangely levitate!

Ron waved his wand hard, but nothing happened, which made him look a little silly.

The doubts in the auditorium were getting louder and louder, and everyone didn't know what Ron wanted to do.

"Oops, he's too nervous!" Ivan said, staring at Ron, "It's not good to go on like this!"

"Ron, focus and clear your mind!" Hermione yelled, but it was of no use.

As soon as she yelled out, she was immediately drowned in the noisy and loud voices of the auditorium.

Ron was there waving his wand vigorously, getting more and more anxious as time passed.

He tried to tell himself to calm down, but the more he did so, the more nervous he became.

Then, Ron suddenly remembered the bottles of potions that Ivan gave himself.

Aiwen once told him to take these potions after letting him sit on the broomstick to avoid everyone's sight, so that no one would see him using the potion.

But it is obviously not possible to continue like this. Looking at the huge fire dragon close at hand, Ron felt that he could not hold on for long.

He needed some confidence, Ron tremblingly took out a bottle of potion from his arms, raised his head and drank it.

"You can't hurt me, your flames can't hurt me!" He murmured, staring at the fire dragon closely.

The cold feeling circulated in his body, which made him wake up a lot.

Seeing Ron's actions, the boos from the audience became louder, and some people began to suspect that Ron was cheating.

The first two warriors only use wands, but Ron needs the help of potions, which is obviously unfair!

"Aha, Mr. Weasley has prepared the potion!" Bagman said loudly. "Let's hear what the referees say."

Dumbledore, Crouch, Karkaroff, and Madam Maxime were discussing Ron's behavior, discussing quickly.

They quickly came to a conclusion, announced by Bagman.

"The result came out. Although the Tournament stipulates that the wand is the only weapon for the warriors, the rules do not say that the use of potions is not allowed. Mr. Weasley cleverly found a loophole!" Bagman shouted happily, "Of course , We also need to check the potion he took to see if it is a prohibited drug."

Chapter 590 Unmoved Fireball