Chapter 142: 4 fire dragons

On Tuesday morning, the atmosphere in the whole school became very tense and excited.
Almost all the students of the academy are looking forward to the first match of the upcoming Triwizard Tournament; especially Hufflepuff and Gryffindor, they all have players about to compete.
The divination class in the morning was not halfway through and was forced to close.
Professor Strawney was quite dissatisfied with this, so she made a prediction during the end of class: "This afternoon, one of our students will lie down in the school hospital."
Many students ran to the Quidditch Stadium (now the Triwizard Tournament) early in the morning, but the four fire dragons were covered by magic and they couldn't see anything.
Jon spent the last few hours without a fire dragon attack, until Professor Sprout came to the Hufflepuff common room.
"Jon, now the Warriors are going to the ground below... You must be prepared to complete the first project." Professor Sprout said palely, and she was quite nervous.
"Okay!" Jon took a deep breath, then took his wand.
He did not forget to tell Zacharias: "Remember to take the things I want you to bring to the stadium, don't disturb it!"
"Don't worry, leave it to me!" Zacharias patted him on the shoulder: "Good luck!"
"Of course!" Jon smiled.
He left the common room with Professor Sprout, and Professor Sprout's expression looked more anxious than him.
She kept sending Jon to the door of the tent where the players rest.
"Okay... don't be nervous..." Professor Sprout stammered: "Jon, give full play to your strengths and believe in yourself. You will not be worse than them... Professor Dumbledore, and many wizards. They are all around to protect you, don’t worry about safety!"
"Thank you, Professor!" Jon nodded, then turned and got into the tent.
...
Fleur Delacour's face was very pale, even a sickly appearance, not at all as calm and unrestrained as usual.
Victor Krum looked more gloomy than usual, and he sat quietly in the corner.
Harry Potter almost wrote the word nervous on his face, and Jon noticed his hands shaking from time to time.
In contrast, he is the most calm one.
"Okay, now everyone is here-it's time to introduce you to the rules of the game!" Mr. Ludo Bagman came over and said cheerfully: "I will open this cloth bag and pass it in turns. In front of each of you..."
"...You need to pick out the small model of the thing you are going to deal with! They have different, um, types. I have one more thing to tell you... Your task is to pick up the golden eggs they protect , Or voluntarily surrender, both of which can bring the game to an end!"
"Ladies first." Mr. Bagman handed the bag to Fleur Delacour.
Lotus put a trembling hand into the cloth bag and took out a model of a wonderful fire dragon-a silver-blue Swedish short-nosed dragon.
Furong did not show the slightest surprise on her face, but a resigned expression; obviously, Mrs. Maxim had already informed her of the content of the game.
Krum put his hand into the cloth bag second, and he pulled out a bright red Chinese fireball dragon.
Like Furong, his eyes didn't blink when he pulled out the fire dragon.
Then it was Harry Potter's turn, and he took the emerald green Hungarian hornet from his silk pocket.
And the last one... If it is the most docile Welsh green dragon of the four fire dragons, that would be great!
Jon's heart almost touched his throat...
"It's a pity!" Mr. Bagman glanced at Jon, with a sympathetic expression in his eyes: "Our youngest player got the most terrible opponent..."
"The most difficult opponent..." Jon's heart was cold.
He reached into the cloth bag, something lightly bit his hand... Jon took it out.
A gray-white little guy, with gleaming scales on its chest.
Jon knew that there had been a situation that he least wanted to see; what he was about to deal with was the largest, most vicious, and most difficult one among the ten fire dragons
Ukrainian iron belly!
...
Mr. Bagman pulled Harry Potter out of the tent, whispered a few words to him, and then returned.
He shouted: "Now, in the order just now, everyone is ready to play...Miss Delacour, you are the first!"
After that, Ludo Bagman ran out of the tent first.
Furong walked out with some trembling, her steps were not as graceful as before.
The remaining three boys looked at each other silently in the tent.
"Oh, it's dangerous, it's too dangerous." Bagman's commentary voice came from outside, making the atmosphere in the tent even more somber.
"Oh, I'm not sure it is wise to do this!"
"Oh... just a little bit! Be careful... my goodness, I thought she got it!"
Ten minutes later, Jon heard a deafening applause...
"Excellent!" Bagman yelled, "Now ask the referee to score!"
Victor Krum stood up until Bagman called out his name.
Krum’s performance did not last long...
"Very courageous!" Bagman yelled, while the Chinese Fireball Dragon let out a terrible scream: "He showed extraordinary courage... Yes, he got the golden egg!"
Harry Potter stood up tremblingly.
"Come on!" Jon reminded him softly.
Harry nodded and walked out of the tent. Now, Jon Hart was the only one inside.
Jon knew very well that he was about to face a very difficult challenge.
The size and strength of the Ukrainian Iron Belly is many times larger than other dragons~EbookFREE.me~ This means that the several methods I prepare will not have very good results.
For example, the eye disease curse used by Krum... The eye disease curse is indeed a killer weapon against dragons, but the vitality of the iron belly is obviously more tenacious, even if it is used by Dumbledore, it can only be slightly blocked. Counting on this is not enough.
The hypnotic spell used by Furong is the same. It is also quite difficult to quickly hypnotize an iron belly.
Harry Potter's method: the flying spell summons the flying broomstick, and then fly away to attract its attention, take away the golden egg... This seems to be a good way to deal with iron belly.
After all, Iron Belly's flight speed is relatively slow, and its breathing ability is also very weak... Using this method, it is the simplest opponent.
The problem is my own flying skills...hey, don't mention it.
Fortunately, according to Dumbledore’s previous hint, he was prepared to face the worst opponent...
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