The Charles Becomes a Wizard

"Miss Delacour, you go first." Old Barty Crouch opened the black bag in his hand and placed it in front of Fleur Delacour.

Fleur Delacour and Madame Maxime looked at each other, then reached into the squirming bag and pulled out a dragon the size of a palm.

The dragon was dark green all over, and with its wings of the same color spread out, it climbed up and down in Fleur Delacour's palm, making a slight roar.

"Welsh Green Dragon," said Barty Crouch Sr. "A good choice."

Welsh Green Dragons are not as aggressive towards humans as the other Fire Dragons. They prefer small prey such as sheep and are the least threatening of the four dragons.

Madame Maxime patted Fleur Delacour's shoulder soothingly and breathed a sigh of relief.

"Next up, Mr. Krum."

"Chinese Fireball Dragon." Old Barty Crouch couldn't help but smacking his lips when he saw the little dragon being held by Victor Krum's tail and spitting flames from its mouth.

This fireball dragon has smooth bright red scales all over its body, a lion nose on its face, a circle of golden tassel-like spikes around its nose, and bulging eyes. Although it is not particularly large, it is extremely aggressive. Not only is it easily angered, but its speed and intelligence are also astonishingly high. Victor Krum is afraid that he will face a fierce battle.

Now only two contestants from Hogwarts have not drawn their lots, and the most dangerous Hungarian Horntail is still in the bag.

Cedric Diggory chose a Swedish short-nosed dragon with silver-blue scales, known for its speed and fiery fire.

"That leaves..." Barty Crouch Sr. looked Harry in a deep gaze. "The Hungarian Treecrest."

Harry looked at the little dragon in his hand, which was covered with black scales and spikes, had yellow eyes and bronze horns, and looked particularly ferocious and terrifying. His heart sank deeper and deeper.

"These represent real dragons. Each dragon is guarding a golden egg. Your goal is simple. Get the golden egg. The golden egg contains clues to the next level. Without the golden egg, you won't be able to move on to the next project." Old Barty Crouch looked around and showed a strange smile on his face. "Any other questions?"

"Very good, warriors, good luck to you."

As soon as he finished speaking, a deafening cannon shot was heard outside the tent. Howard took two steps forward and said, "Mr. Diggory, you are the first one."

For the first time, an uneasy look appeared on Cedric Diggory's face. Hearing the audience outside the stadium shouting his name, the 17-year-old boy pursed his lips, paused for a moment, and then walked out of the tent with firm steps.

The first match of the Triwizard Tournament officially began, and the adult wizards in the tent quickly returned to the stands - they needed to score the next match.

There were only three participating warriors left in the tent.

They had no way of seeing Cedric Diggory's game, so they could only judge Cedric Diggory's current condition through the shouts of the audience. The exclamations mixed with the roar of the dragon stimulated their tense nerves again and again.

Fleur Delacour came next, then Viktor Krum, and finally Harry was left alone in the tent.

He paced back and forth in the tent restlessly, his mind mechanically recalling the spells he had been practicing for the past few days.

"We have three warriors who have defeated the dragon. Now comes the fourth and final contestant..." Principal Howard's voice sounded outside the tent.

The moment finally came.

Harry's heart rose to his throat.

The huge sense of oppression brought by the real Hungarian Horntail Dragon is hundreds of times that of the model. Its tail with sharp bone spurs can easily break hard stones. Harry, who had just stepped into the venue and walked towards the golden egg, was almost pierced through the body.

escape!

This was the only thought in Harry's mind at this moment, and he completely forgot about any magic or spells.

He clutched the wand tightly in his hand, stumbled and ran around the field, hiding, and using the erected stones to desperately avoid the dragon's attacks again and again.

Compared with the other three warriors, Harry, who had no ability to resist and could only run around the field being chased by the dragon, performed so poorly that almost everyone was prepared for him to give up.

"Harry! Use your wand!!!" Amid the sighs, Harry sensitively caught Hermione Granger's anxious voice.

Oh, and the magic wand...

"Firebolt coming!" Harry, hiding between the rocks, waved his wand and chanted the spell loudly.

His voice instantly attracted the attention of the Hungarian Horntail, and scorching flames gushed out of its open dragon mouth. Harry rolled and crawled behind a rock and narrowly avoided the first flame attack.

When the greedy tongues of fire were about to "kiss" the hem of his clothes, the Firebolt flying from mid-air landed right in Harry's hand, and Harry rode on his broom and circled into the sky.

The sudden change in the situation caused an instant burst of warm cheers from the audience and brought relief to those who were worried about Harry's safety.

As long as Harry could get high enough that the Hungarian Horntail chained to the field couldn't reach him, he would be safe.

But the Hungarian Horntail seemed to be angered by Harry's behavior. It broke free from the chain around its neck and chased after Harry with its mouth wide open.

Harry, riding on a broom, flew out of the competition venue above the professors' seats. The sting on the Hungarian Horntail's tail scratched the shed above the audience seats, and the professors sitting below hurriedly avoided this sudden "attack".

"Oh!!! Good job, little dragon!!!"

The professors' panicked looks made the students applaud, and many even whistled excitedly.

"What a shame..." Draco frowned while standing in the stands, "We could have almost seen the savior being roasted."

Ciel: ...

"Rather than this, isn't it more concerning where Potter led the dragon to?"

That is a dragon with extremely strong attack power!

A fire-breathing dragon!

Why are you, the people in charge of hosting the Triwizard Tournament, still sitting here?!

Even if we are not worried about the safety of the savior, what if the dragon destroys Hogwarts Castle or the Forbidden Forest?

Or maybe the dragon flew to some other place?

Do you dare to pay a little attention to the safety of others?