Hogwarts Lion Girl

"Hit their eyes?" Harry's eyes widened in disbelief. "You mean using a spell? But the dragons are so fast, there's no way I can hit them!"

"So we need to use some tools," Salina explained calmly, "We can use the flying spell to summon a flying broom and use the speed advantage to avoid the fire dragon's attack. And you have a firebolt, right? That should be enough to deal with it."

Harry was stunned for a moment, and his mood relaxed a little.

Sharina continued, "I also know a potion that can provide powerful fire protection. You will not be burned by flames for at least five minutes. I think this should be enough for ordinary dragons."

"Really?" Harry's eyes lit up, and he suddenly remembered that in his first year, in order to get the Philosopher's Stone, he had drunk a similar potion and successfully passed the test of the wall of fire.

Seeing Harry's renewed hope, Sharina's lips curled up into a smile. She gently patted Harry's shoulder and encouraged him, "So, cheer up, Harry, you can do it!"

……

Salina returned to the dormitory, took out a roll of parchment from the desk drawer, and picked up a feather pen filled with ink.

She thought for a moment, then wrote in beautiful handwriting on the parchment:

Dear Cedric,

I have some news for you. You will face the challenge of a fire dragon in the first game. Don't be nervous. You will definitely pass it. I know some ways to deal with fire dragons. I hope it will be helpful to you.

Don't worry, you are not cheating. The other heroes already know this information.

你 你 好运！

Salina

Salina rolled up the parchment, tied it tightly with a red ribbon, then walked to the dormitory door and knocked gently.

With a creaky sound, the dormitory door opened, and a house elf in a white apron poked his head out and asked respectfully, "Excuse me, Miss Salina?"

"Could you please deliver this letter to Cedric Diggory for me?" Salina handed the letter to the house-elf.

"At your service, Miss Salina." The house-elf took the letter, bowed, and then disappeared with a "bang".

The next morning.

Ginny got up early. She ran to Salina's bed excitedly and pulled open her curtains.

"Salina, wake up! Today is the day of Harry's competition!"

Salina rubbed her sleepy eyes, and Ginny's chattering filled her ears.

The morning classes ended hastily in chaos. The students had almost no time to pay attention to the lessons. Everyone's attention was focused on the upcoming competition.

At noon, Professor McGonagall appeared at the Gryffindor table with a serious expression and motioned for Harry to follow her.

"Good luck, Harry!" Ron and Hermione said in unison, worry written all over their faces.

Salina also gave Harry an encouraging look and said softly: "Remember what I said, Harry, you can do it."

Harry nodded gratefully to her and followed Professor McGonagall out of the noisy Great Hall.

Professor McGonagall took Harry to an open space outside the castle, where a huge tent had been set up. The area was surrounded by students and professors who had come to watch the game, and the air was filled with a tense atmosphere.

"Don't be nervous, Potter," Professor McGonagall said softly, but her tight lips betrayed her inner anxiety, "Just do your best."

She patted Harry's shoulder and led him into the tent.

Inside the tent, Ludo Bagman, an official from the Ministry of Magic, was standing beside a table. On the table was a small cloth bag that seemed to contain some living creature, which made creepy noises from time to time.

Mr. Bagman greeted Harry warmly when he saw him come in. He enthusiastically introduced the rules of the game to Harry: "Each warrior needs to draw a model from the bag. The model represents the type of dragon you will face. Your task is to get the golden egg from under the dragon's guard!"

The warriors stepped forward one by one to draw their opponents.

Fleur Delacour drew a Welsh green dragon, huge in size but relatively gentle in temperament;

Viktor Krum drew a Swedish short-nosed dragon, covered in silver-blue scales and known for its speed;

Cedric Diggory drew the Chinese Fireball, which was covered in red scales and could shoot mushroom-shaped flames;

Harry drew the most dangerous Hungarian Horntail, which had black scales, yellow eyes, and a deadly stinger on its tail.

……

The audience was filled with noise and waves of heat hit my cheeks.

Viktor narrowed his eyes slightly and approached the Swedish short-nosed dragon cautiously.

The dragon sensed his approach and suddenly spurted out a stream of scorching flames, filling the air with the smell of sulfur.

Viktor reacted quickly and hid behind a boulder, his heart beating violently in his chest.

He stared at the dragon closely, waiting for the best time to attack.

After the dragon spewed out another ball of fire, it had to stop to breathe.

Viktor seized this fleeting opportunity. He drew out his wand at lightning speed, muttered something, and a red light hit the dragon's eyes.

The dragon roared in pain and shook its head wildly, trying to get rid of the burning pain.

Victor took the opportunity to go behind the dragon, grabbed the golden dragon egg in the dragon's lair, and then quickly evacuated to a safe area.

"Great! Viktor is so brave!" Ron waved his fist excitedly and shouted loudly.

"Indeed, and he used the Eye-blight Charm very skillfully, with just the right timing and placement. It's worth learning from." Hermione commented calmly, with a gleam in her eyes.

The other judges also nodded and gave high scores ranging from eight to nine points.

Of course, the biased Karkaroff gave his student full marks without hesitation.

Now it was Fleur Delacour's turn.

She walked into the venue gracefully, her long silver hair shining in the sun, like a goddess descending.

There was warm applause and whistles from the audience, especially from the students of Beauxbatons, who waved their flags and cheered for their warriors.

Fleur bowed politely to the spectators and judges, then walked confidently towards her opponent, the huge Welsh green dragon.

This green dragon is lying among the rocks, blending perfectly with the surrounding environment. If you don't look closely, it is difficult to detect its existence.

It had its eyes closed, as if taking a nap; only its heavy breathing showed that it was still alive.