The Son of Light of the Snake House

"It's not what you think!"

Harry explained for a long time before pulling his shaky hobby back to its normal position.

He held Hermione with one hand and Ron with the other, with a serious face on his face: "I must master the Flying Curse by tomorrow afternoon, and I need your help."

So they began to practice hard.They skipped lunch and went straight to an empty classroom, and with all of Harry's concentration, he forced all kinds of things in the room to fly towards him.He still doesn't quite get it.The books, the quills, always deflated in the middle of the flight and fell like stones to the floor.

"Pay attention, Harry, concentrate..." Ron was in charge of picking up some of the little things on the floor and putting them on the table, and then he gave up - they would always fall to the floor anyway, it just depends on when Harry grows up call them by name.

"Am I not paying enough attention?" Harry huffed, before admitting, "For some reason I keep having a really big fire dragon in my head...well, try again..."

again and again.

He wanted to skip the divination class and continue to practice, but Hermione was determined not to give up the arithmetic and divination class, and if she wasn't there, it would be meaningless for Harry to stay here-Ron was just a tool for picking up things, or Also includes meals.

Therefore, he had to spend more than an hour to endure Professor Trelawney's nagging. Professor Trelawney told the whole class in half a class time, judging from the relative position of Mars and Saturn at that time, people born in July There will be great danger of sudden and tragic death.

"Well, that's all right," said Harry loudly, unable to contain his anger. "I hope it doesn't take too long. I don't want to be tortured."

Ron laughed unabashedly, but Harry didn't want to laugh at all.Harry spent the rest of the session under the table using his wand to attract small things flying towards him.

Then finally, he caused a fly to fly headfirst into his palm, but he wasn't entirely sure it was the power of his Flying Charm - perhaps the fly had lost its head itself - and of course it was disgusting.

They practiced until after midnight, first in an empty classroom, Harry donning his invisibility cloak just in case, but they didn't stay in the classroom long before Peeves appeared.He probably thought Harry was going to throw things at him, so he started throwing the chair around the room.Before the sound attracted Filch, they left the place quickly.

Fortunately, there was no one in the Gryffindor lounge, and they kept practicing there, boring practice, until two hours later, Harry finally mastered the Flying Curse thoroughly.

"It's much better, Harry, so much progress," said Hermione.She looked tired, but very happy.

"Oh, now we know what to do next time I can't learn a spell," said Harry, throwing back a runes dictionary to Hermione so he could try again, "Just a dragon Threatening me. That's right..." He raised his wand again. "The dictionary is coming!"

The heavy dictionary flew up from Hermione's hand, flew to the other side of the room, and was caught by Harry.

"Harry, I think you've really got it!" said Hermione happily.The sound woke up Ron, who had accidentally fallen asleep on the sofa. He opened his confused eyes and clapped his hands with Hermione before he fully woke up.

"Yeah! You did a great job!"

"Hopefully it works tomorrow," said Harry. "The fire is farther away than anything here. Tomorrow it's in the castle and I'm out on the grounds..."

"It's all right," said Hermione firmly, "if you really pay attention and pay attention, it will come. Harry, we'd better go back to sleep...you need to rest."

Although it is useful to cram for a while, it will definitely bring great psychological pressure.

Harry felt like an outsider.When he walked by, the people next to him wished him luck, gritted their teeth and said, "We have a lot of tissues for you to cry, Potter", and he felt that it had nothing to do with him.The nervousness was so strong that he wondered if he would lose control on the way to the dragon and start chanting curses at everyone he saw.

Even seeing Daniel forcing Draco to wear a badge that said "Come on Potter!" didn't make him any better.

Time went by so fast.He seemed to be sitting in the classroom for the first class - History of Magic one minute ago, and walked into the auditorium for lunch in a blink of an eye, and then, the next second, Professor McGonagall walked towards him, attracting many people's sight.

"Potter, now the Warriors are going to the field below... You must be ready to complete the first project."

"Okay." Harry said and stood up, his fork fell on the plate, and there was a loud clang, making Harry shiver involuntarily.

"Good luck, Harry," whispered Hermione, "you'll make it!"

"Yeah," Harry muttered, swallowing the last part of the "I hope so." His voice hardly seemed to be his own, at least, don't get discouraged before you start, okay?

Harry followed Professor McGonagall out of the auditorium in chaotic steps. Only then did he realize that he had a letter in his hand. He lowered his head to look at the cursive signature on it. It was Sirius. It seemed to be an owl just now. The letter was stuffed in his hand, but he had no memory at all.

He stuffed the envelope into his pocket, and was led by Professor McGonagall around the edge of the Forbidden Forest and walked towards the place where the fire dragon was.

"You have to go in with a few other warriors," said Professor McGonagall, her voice trembling, and she looked several times more nervous than Harry. "Waiting for your turn, Potter. Mr. Bagman is inside...he'll walk you through the steps...good luck."

"Thanks," said Harry in a monotonous, drifting voice.Professor McGonagall led him to the entrance to the tent.Harry walked in.

Several warriors had already arrived, but they were all pale. Only Cedric smiled at him, and Harry twitched the corners of his mouth. He thought, this might be the last smile he could show in his life.

"Harry! That's great!" Bagman said happily, turning his head to look at him, "Come in, come in, relax, feel like you're at home!"

His voice is still so alive.Harry stared at him, feeling dizzy and unable to hear his words at all, only to see Bagman talking happily, holding up a purple bag, and then saying something, only a few The words flew into his eardrums along the wind.

"...Your task is to pick up the golden eggs!"

The author has something to say:

Bagman in the eyes of others: "At that time, I will give you the cloth bag and you will draw lots to fight against the fire dragon. The task is to get the golden egg."

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Thanks to the little angel of irrigation nutrient solution: 4 bottles of eucalyptus;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!