[HP] Noble

Sirius let go of Snape's robe, and Professor Black reappeared where the big dog was standing. At this moment, his handsome face became very serious, and he happened to be the first one to react in the whole arena. He Raising his wand aloft, he said loudly, "Lumos."

A beam of light with the brilliance of fireflies pierced the darkness and shot straight into the sky.

Professor Snape pulled back his sleeve forcefully, straightened the cuff, snorted coldly, and drew out his own wand, silently shooting a stronger and more dazzling light from the tip of the wand.

Two beams of light converged into one beam in the sky.

This reminded most people, first the seats of Slytherin and Durmstrong, then Ravenclaw and Beauxbatons, everyone whispering "Lumos", and soon, the light gradually converged There was a beam of light, the commotion became smaller, and some people began to be excited again, "I feel like I have joined this competition" "I have a sense of participation" "This arrangement is very special", whispering The voice kept ringing, and Scorpius laughed dryly, thinking that the British Ministry of Magic was so innocent that his face was covered in blood.

People can finally see the scene in the middle of the venue——

"--what is that!" Hermione Granger's scream woke up most of the students who were stunned and stunned. All pulled down, "No no no, Harry! No! They can't make him deal with this!"

"Oh Merlin's sock! This thing is so big - my God, did you see it, it seemed to give me a stare!" Neville Longbottom asked everyone he could ask loudly, clutching his chest in horror, "couldn't it be?" Isn't the first item of the competition a dragon?"

"It's a big snake!" one of the Hufflepuffs raised his voice. "I'll bet it's from Africa! Only Africa has snakes like that!"

"That's not true! You idiot!" Ravenclaw, who likes to use Hufflepuff for his sense of superiority, immediately retorted loudly, "These are dragons from the East. They have the horns of a deer, the body of a snake, and the body of a fish." Fins, and . . . for goodness sake, human faces! Did you see that?—it doesn't say that in the books, they shouldn't have human faces!"

"Who knew! Malfoy's tortoise is not handicapped with only three legs - Chris! Sit down! You're blocking me!"

The audience was bustling, everyone who thought they knew a little about it was repeating their points loudly, most of Durmstrang's students even stood up, they gathered at the front of the stands, and Discussing and exchanging opinions with each other in a low-key voice.

On the playing field, Wen Xin had disappeared, and Dumbledore, holding his wand high, shot one more powerful ancient spell to the center of the playing field. The playing field was completely isolated, and now, only the spectators outside The playing field could be seen, but it was still pitch black, at least as far as Harry had just emerged from the preparation tent.

It's hilarious.

Everyone saw Harry stumbling around, then tripped over a rock and crawled to the ground and fell to the ground.

Sitting in the Slytherin seat, Draco reacted quickly with a sneer and a face full of sarcasm. Scorpius glanced at him and had to admire the adaptability of Prince Slytherin. The others were still in shock and did not respond. By the time he arrived, he was completely absorbed in the fun of Potter making a fool of himself.

"Harry, stand up!" Hermione had already left her seat and rushed to the front, clinging to the railing on the stand, her knuckles turned white and blood receded, and unexpectedly, Ron Weasley After hesitating for a while, he also stood beside her.

"Don't shout, Ms. Granger." Draco snorted lazily, looking very content. "You know he can't hear anything."

Hermione ignored him of course.

And Harry also stood up, with ashes on his face, he pulled his wand out of his pocket in a disgruntled manner, and it was obvious that he hesitated for a moment, and then, he used a fluorescent flash——

"Mr. Potter used a lumos after getting up - that's fine, wait - oh my god, is it... dawn? The lumos are gone, the darkness is over." Bagman Surprised, "Dumbledore, what the hell is this? How did you get it--what's the matter with that dragon? It seems to have a human face, oh, there is nothing wrong with my eyes? It What's the matter with the expression now? Is this mocking Mr. Potter?"

Bagman used a loud voice, and his silly questions spread to every corner of the arena through the microphone.

The students started to chichi laugh, and Bagman blushed, looking a little at a loss.

Dumbledore sighed and said gently: "If I were you, Mr. Bagman, I would pass the microphone to Professor Xin Wen."

Just as Bagman was about to answer, he caught a glimpse of a young man in a white robe standing behind him from the corner of his eye. "Well, you're fast enough." He muttered, but forgot that he was still He turned the microphone on and off, and there was another burst of laughter. This time, his face turned red like a monkey's ass, he stuffed the microphone into the hands of the indifferent young man, and crawled off the podium, while the Hogwarts old man The principal looked at him with a smile, and conjured up a large and comfortable armchair for him beside him.

Wen Xin took the microphone, thought for a while, and said lightly: "Zhulong, commonly known as Zhujiuyin—"

"He's got a Cockney accent," said Daphne Greengrass next to Pansy, enraptured, and Scorpius rolled his eyes skyward.

"—is an ancient god from China."

"...For Merlin's sake, they brought God to the top three leagues?" Bagman took out a handkerchief and wiped the sweat from his forehead. "The Ministry of Magic is crazy."

"You can't stand outside the Ministry of Magic and talk, Ludo." Dumbledore said with a smile, "You should continue to listen to my guest's explanation."

Wen Xin's flat voice was like the official broadcast of the Wizarding Channel, explaining clearly: "Kuilong, Yinglong, Zhulong, and Xiangliu are the dragon stars of spring, summer, autumn and winter respectively. Now appearing in everyone In front of me is the candle dragon that represents autumn——Zhu Jiuyin, don't blink, let me finish the sentence while the hall is still bright?" Wenxin changed the last sentence into Chinese.

Then, everyone saw that the dragon inside the barrier turned his face and glanced at the Hogwarts assistant teacher.

"Oh, who's he talking to?" Ron Weasley asked blankly.

"That guy can understand human language, right?" Zabini moved closer to Scorpius—before he seemed to disappear in silence for a very long time.

"Yes." Scorpius nodded, "And I found that most of the principal's spells don't work on native Chinese spells. Think about that time when Potter fell in mid-air on the Quidditch field—"

"You've said enough, gills." Draco clicked his tongue and interrupted him with a hiss of warning.

"Oh, well, anyway... you understand." Scorpius and Zabini exchanged a helpless look, and Zabini shrank his head back. At this time, Wen Xin just introduced "Blow The breath can turn heavy snow into winter, and the breath can make summer scorching, and it will be summer in a blink of an eye." As if to prove the truth of what he said, Zhulong moved his huge body, and immediately blown goose feather snow and snow within the magic barrier. The wind was strong, and the snowflakes were so big that it was almost impossible to see the scenery one meter away.

The students in the auditorium took a deep breath. I don't know who said "Look", and everyone turned their eyes away from the "god" they had never seen before. Only then did they see that Harry raised his hand. Taking out his wand, he closed his eyes, as if praying strongly.About 30 seconds later, starting with Hermione's cheerful scream, everyone followed her fingers and saw something flying rapidly in the sky——

"Oh, it's the Firebolt!" Bagman took another microphone handed to him by the smiling Dumbledore, and pumped his fist excitedly, "Mr. Potter chose to make himself more flexible than a dragon. I heard he The youngest Seeker Hogwarts has ever seen - aha, brilliant, I'll bet Mr Krum as an international star didn't even think of that - a beautiful Flying Charm."

"The enhanced version of the Flying Curse," Dumbledore added.

"Yes, the enhanced version of the Flying Curse!" Bagman laughed loudly, "The judges should add points for this one! Definitely!"

Scorpius laughed dryly, and kicked Draco under the stool: "He managed to offend the principals of both schools—look at Karkaroff's expression."

"My father said that Bagman appeared to have no brains. Otherwise, with his qualifications and knowledge, he should not have stopped at his current position in the Ministry of Magic." Draco shook his head with a sigh, and said pretentiously, "I heard he graduated from Ravenclaw, a typical Ravenclaw nerd - oh, that's good, Potter's broomstick seems to be on fire." Draco raised his eyebrows and said happily.

Scorpius turned his head abruptly, and sure enough, the playing field was no longer snowing heavily. The snowflakes melted on the ground and merged into water flows, and then quickly dried up. Soon, the ground became dry and cracked due to the heat and lack of moisture, and the cracks were as deep as Dumbledore cast an unknown spell on the terrible seam a few meters away, and soon a large picture composed of magic grains appeared in front of everyone——

Now, everyone can clearly see the sweat running down Harry's forehead, making a small trail of water in the dust from the previous wrestling, and some of the sweat even flowed into his emerald green forehead. In his eyes—it’s already November, and the UK has gradually become colder. It is really hard for people standing outside the magic barrier to imagine Harry’s feelings—it seems that no one will ever know how to wear The feeling of the padded jacket flying around in the hot summer sun.

"He doesn't look well," a Gryffindor asked timidly.

"Of course, you idiot." Ron shook his fist roughly at him.

"You're an idiot too, Ron." Hermione snorted disdainfully, and then she covered her face, "I can't imagine that Harry is suffering like this, and the flames that shot up from the ground just burned him —and you refused to talk to him the moment before he came on stage! You are his best friend! Ron!" Hermione's last words were loud and clear, attracting the attention of most of the students Ron looked around in embarrassment, and his face instantly grew as red as his hair.

"Okay, don't cry, Hermione." Ron swallowed hard. "Harry's going to be all right - he's going to be all right!"

"Pfft." Scorpius, who was sitting not far from them, shook his head, "What kind of logic is this?"

"I don't know." Draco said refreshedly, "Anyway, I'm very happy now."

Scorpius: "..."

The Firebolt was ignited by the tail of the broom, shaking violently twice in the sky, the students groaned in horror, some girls even covered their eyes in fear, hesitated for a while, and then tremblingly moved away——

"Zhulong promised not to hurt any student." Wen Xin's face became gentler, before everyone could breathe a sigh of relief, he paused, and then said slowly, "As long as Mr. Potter doesn't throw himself die."

Everyone: "..."

The boy who was running around in the sky looking for a chance to get the golden egg seemed to annoy Zhu Jiuyin a little bit. Unexpectedly, now the dragon is reaching him in the sky with huge sharp claws, with nails on every fingernail. The sharpness of the luster is unsettling——

[Smelly Taoist priest, tell this little ghost not to hang around in front of this deity, just walk over to the ground to get anything you want, what is the purpose of flying around? ]

Finally couldn't bear it anymore, Zhulong still complained.

This moment succeeded in causing another commotion——

"It's actually talking - help!" Neville Longbottom looked like he was going to faint, as if he and not Harry were directly facing Candle Dragon on the field.

"Honey, maybe you'd be a gentleman to do a translation for the lady—what did it say?" Pansy asked sweetly, sticking to Scorpius.

"Let Potter use his legs to walk over to get the golden egg," Scorpius sneered, "instead of flying around in the sky and annoying people."

Pansy raised her delicate eyebrows: "Like a fly?"

"Like a fly." Draco curled the corners of his mouth firmly.Scorpius shrugged, thinking that wasn't what I said.

The next scene convinced Scorpius that Draco...or Pansy, whichever of them, must be a crow's mouth.

As if it was really a fly, the candle dragon's claws waving around really hit Harry—amidst the screams of everyone's horror, Harry was snapped back to the ground...and at this moment Before, he was already very close to Zhulong.

[Ouch! ] Zhulong was stunned for a moment, then withdrew his claws, turned his head to Wendao, [help me say sorry to this child, I didn't mean it. ]

After thinking about it, Shenlong added: [But he is really annoying. ]

Wen Xin: "..."

Scorpius: "..."

Harry's condition was very bad. There was a huge tear in his robe, and a wound slipped on his body. At this moment, blood was gurgling out seemingly endlessly——

"For Merlin's sake, can someone tell me that I looked so disgusting when I was injured?" Draco said with a face full of shock, looking terrified, "...Potter looks like a cat that is about to Dead chicks."

Leaving Draco's strange metaphor aside, even he couldn't stand it, which was of course a serious situation.Represented by Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger, most of the Gryffindors looked ready to leap over the rail and into the arena to save their golden boy.At this time, no one saw that a certain paw of the candle dragon hidden behind a mountain moved, hooked Harry's robe, and dragged him to his feet——

At this time, it looked like Harry was crawling by himself.

Candle Dragon dragged Harry to his feet, then moved its other paw, stuffed a pile of dragon eggs—including the golden one, into his arms, and muttered at the same time: [Here , give you all, as much as you want... It's my reward. ]

……

In the end, Harry's persistent spirit to complete the game touched everyone, including the scorers, so he got the second highest score in the game.