Vol 2 Chapter 560: Hagrid's Thoughts and Fire Dragon

Fanlin was really powerless to complain about the situation that Hagrid had forgotten all three of them in front of Mrs. Maxim.
With too many slots, Fanlin felt unable to start.
From height? Appearance? Hair accessories?
Fortunately, Fanlin fixed Hagrid's hair and there were no more broken combs in it. However, it was still very bad.
It's time to take Hagrid to Ollivander in Diagon Alley. Compared with an umbrella, the difference between a wand and an umbrella is too big.
Or perhaps, Fanlin used alchemy to get Hagrid a magic weapon similar to the Holy See's paladin?
This is necessary, but maybe Hagrid will take this thing to beat the boar...
It is very likely that there is no element of joking at all.
Mrs. Maxim was in the dark as Harry, but Fanlin told Harry what they were going to do.
After a while, Mrs. Maxim said jokingly, "Where are you taking me, Hagrid?"
"You'll like it there," Hagrid said in a loud voice, "it's worth seeing, trust me, uh-but don't tell anyone I'll take you there, okay? You shouldn't know."
"Of course I won't tell anyone." Mrs. Maxim said, flashing her eyes, her eyelashes black and long.
They continued walking, Fanlin looked at his watch from time to time, and trot to catch up with them. The footsteps of these two giants were really too big, and Hagrid’s plan was too sloppy. He wore a few little ghost heads. In the dark forbidden forest?
If they don't reach their destination quickly, he will turn around and go back to the castle, so that Hagrid and Mrs. Maxim can enjoy their moon walk.
Hermione’s intentions were a little hasty, and it was too difficult to keep up with the two giants, especially this kind of path in the forbidden forest.
Fanlin felt that Hermione almost fell here several times. Fanlin wanted to tell Harry everything, but... he didn't have a good explanation.
After all, many things can't be applied in the first time.
But just then... they had walked so far along the edge of the woods until they couldn't see the castle and the lake... Fanlin heard some noises. Someone in front is shouting.
Then there was a loud noise that could tear the ears.
Hagrid led Mrs. Maxim around a bush, and stopped. A few of them rushed forward, and Harry almost ran into Fanlin. .
When they were standing next to Hagrid—for a second, Harry saw the flames, and the people running around—then Harry opened his mouth wide in surprise.
It's the dragon!
Four large-ton adult dragons are standing upright in a fence surrounded by thick water, roaring, and squirting rough air--their mouths not only have fangs, but also emit bursts of fire. , They craned their necks and spewed fire into the sky fifty feet in the field.
There was a silver-gray-blue dragon with long pointed horns, roaring and roaring at the warlocks on the ground, another green dragon with a smooth phosphorous sheet was twisting its body and stomping heavily; there was another red dragon. , With a strange golden river on his face, he is aiming at the mushroom-shaped cloud in the sky to practice fire breathing; there is the last one, the black dragon, more like a big lizard than any other, and also away from them recent.
There are at least 30 warlocks in the scene, and every seven or eight people deal with a dragon, trying to control them as much as possible, and desperately pulling the iron chains fastened to the dragons' necks and legs.
Harry completely calmed the sight. He raised his head and looked at the eyes of the black dragon high in the sky. There were cat-like round eyeballs in those eyes, which were big and bulging. It was because of fear or anger, Harry I don't know, it screams a trombone loudly, and its voice is terribly terrible.
"Stay there and don't come here, Hagrid," a warlock near the wall called, grabbing the chain in his hand.
"The dragon can breathe fire within twenty feet! I have seen the black dragon breathe fire within forty feet!"
"Isn't this fire breathing beautiful?" Hagrid said softly. "This is a life-threatening thing!" shouted another warlock.
"Count three times, using a coma spell."
Harry saw that every watcher took out his wand.
"Stupefy (fainted)!" They shouted in unison, so the light of the Stupefaction Curse shot into the night sky, and they intertwined and collided with each other, and then turned into a meteor shower and sprinkled on the large dragon's beast skin covered with magnets.
Harry saw that the dragon's legs closest to them began to stand unsteadily, swinging around dangerously, his mouth suddenly opened, an angry scream, and the fire in his nose went out, but the smoke was still emitting—and then, extremely Slowly, he fell down-a few tons of strong body, and the black phosphorous flakes, slammed down, so loudly that Harry could swear that the tree behind was trembling.
The dragon keepers put down their magic wands and ran towards the animals that they looked after lying on the ground like a hill. They hurriedly tightened the iron chains and tightly bound the iron cages. The ends of these chains were deeply buried in the ground. under.
"Want to take a closer look?" Hagrid asked Mrs. Maxim excitedly. Two of them slowly moved towards the fence. Harry followed closely. Harry finally recognized the one who had warned Hagrid not to approach. Who is the man? He is Charlie Weasley.
"Alright? Hagrid?" He gasped and said, "They are in good shape now. We put them in the net and put them on the road. Although they may like to wake up in darkness and tranquility, but, as What you see, they are not happy, not happy at all."
"What kind of you have, Charlie?" Hagrid asked, still staring at the nearest black dragon with a trace of reverence. The dragon's eyes were wide and round, and Harry seemed to be in It blinked and saw a gleam of golden.
"This is the Hungarian horn-tailed dragon," Charlie said. "There is a green dragon from Weirland, the smaller one; there is also the Swiss short-nosed dragon, the blue-gray one; and there is a Chinese fireball. Dragon, the red one."
"By the way, there is Nobo." Charlie took out a box from the side. "The Norwegian Ridgeback is too destructive, even stronger than the Hungarian Horntail. Although he is not an adult, I think Hogwarts The guardian dragon beast should not harm Hogwarts students."
Charlie looked around. Mrs. Maxim was walking around the iron cage, staring at the frightened dragons.
"I don't understand why you brought her here, Hagrid," Charlie said with a frown. "The player shouldn't know what he is about to face. She will definitely tell her students, will she?"
"Just treat it like she likes it." Hagrid shrugged, still staring at the dragons in the cage.
"It's so romantic, Hagrid," Charlie said, shaking his head.
"Four... then each player deals with one, right?" Hagrid asked.
"Perhaps just stepping over them," Charlie said. "But to be honest, I don't envy the one who ran into the horntail dragon. That one looks terrible. Its tail looks as fierce and dangerous as its head, you see. ."
Charlie pointed at the tail of the horntail dragon, and Harry really saw the long spikes lined up densely.
"If someone really ran into him unfortunately, then this player is really unlucky."
At this time, five of Charlie's colleagues also walked to the horntail dragon. They carried a large pile of huge gray eggs and placed them beside the horntail dragon. The horntail dragon let out a hungry roar.
"I've arranged it, Hagrid," Charlie said solemnly, and then he asked Hagrid, "How is Harry?"
"Very good," Hagrid said, still staring at the dragon egg.
"I hope he can stay that way when he sees these things," Charlie said solemnly, careful not to get close to the fence. "I dare not tell my mother what the first problem he is about to encounter is, she always makes A lot of light peach girls are beside him..."
Charlie imitated his mother's anxious look: "How can they let him participate in the game, he is still young! I think there must be an age limit." She was very angry after reading the "Daily Prophet" , He actually yelled at his parents! Sorry, God bless, I never knew about him."
Harry had had enough. He believed that Hagrid would not notice him because there were four dragons and Mrs. Maxim occupying his sight, so he turned quietly and walked away from the castle silently.
Foreseeing what would happen, he was not sure whether he was happy with it. Maybe this is better. The first shock is now over. If he saw those dragons for the first time on Tuesday, maybe he would let out a chill in front of the whole school...but he could also...he would wear his wand against a fifty foot tall, scaled, nailed The fire-breathing dragon, even though the wand was no different from a wood saw just now. And he must pass this test.
In full view. how should I do it?
Harry speeded up and walked along the edge of the forest, panic completely occupying Harry's brain at this moment.
Now his mind is full of the shadows of those dragons.
Hungarian horn-tailed dragon, that kind of tyrannical image.
He didn't hear too much what Charlie was talking about, but it didn't matter.
Intuition told him that the worst dragon would be his turn to deal with.
This was unlucky and thorough, and such thoughts occupied Harry's heart in an instant.
Harry could almost imagine how miserable he was in front of the Hungarian Horntail Dragon.
Pierced by the spike on his tail, and then died in front of everyone?
This is really ridiculous, and it is a joke to let him participate in this Three Witch Fighting Contest.
Suddenly, without warning, he ran into a very hard object. Harry was knocked back, his glasses tilted to one side, and he clutched his cloak tightly. There was a sound from the side, "Ouch, who is there?"
Harry hurriedly checked whether the cloak was still covering himself, he lay quietly, staring at the black silhouette of the wizard he had hit. He recognized the goatee...it was Karkaroff.
"Who is there?" Kakrov called again, looking suspiciously in the darkness. Harry remained quiet, without saying a word. After about a minute, Karkaroff seemed to think he had hit some kind of animal. He looked around waist-high as if looking for a dog.
Then he climbed back under the bushes and began to walk slowly towards where the dragon was.
Slowly, carefully, Harry stood up and started to set off again. He lowered his voice, and at the fastest speed, through the darkness, he walked towards Hogwarts.
He knew exactly what Karkaroff had to do.
He once sneaked off the boat to find out what his first mission was. He might even see Hagrid and Mrs. Maxim around the woods together—it’s not difficult to see them within a certain distance... and now all Karkaroff has to do is follow the voice, like Marcy Like Mrs. Mu, he can know what is waiting for the players.
On the surface, Cedric is the only one who knows nothing about Tuesday’s test.
Harry arrived at the castle, slipped past the front door, and started climbing the marble stairs. He was almost out of breath, but he still didn't dare to relax...
Just like a drowning person, to be precise, he was submerged in the dragon's breath.
This is very possible.
"Nonsense!" he said breathlessly to the fat lady who was napping in the portrait hole.
It looks like the fat lady just went to a banquet. She has some ridiculous feather headdresses tied to her head.
It looks like a peacock with an open screen.
This is really a bad analogy.
Harry didn't understand why the bird that looked so beautiful would call such a bad name. To the British, this name was not friendly, or even evil.
The fat lady was sleepy, and it seemed that she was not satisfied with the dream that Harry had awakened her.
Maybe it was so sleepy that she didn't even take down the ridiculous decorations.
God knows why a ghost still sleeps?
It's like Myrtle, as long as you want to find her, she will always appear in front of you in a neurotic manner, as well as the tireless Pepi ghost.
"You said yes." The fat lady didn't seem to be going to wake up, she looked a little bad.
But Harry didn't bother to pay attention to ~EbookFREE.me~ He calmed down a bit, but his mind was still full of dragons.
He didn't know that those spells didn't work, he saw, those dragon trainers, several people worked together to faint one...
His spell is very bad, just like in the second grade, Fanlin's spell can hurt the basilisk in the Slytherin secret room, but he can only learn those fighters to fight with swords foolishly.
He is a wizard.
Harry now wants to talk to Ron about the fire dragon, but Ron...
Maybe he was sleeping, maybe still angry with him, and the worst thing was that he had forgotten Fanlin and Hermione in the panic just now.
This is really bad enough.
Harry felt that he was like a rooster that had lost a fight, and his head was downcast, which was really shameful...10