Hogwarts Advanced Guide

Chapter 279 Harry survived!
Gabriel's face turned pale, and she was so anxious that tears almost flowed out, "Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

She shrank into Penello's arms again, and saw the veins on Hera's forehead bouncing again, which should have been his place.Penello had no choice but to comfort Gabriel.

Hera took out the panorama binoculars he bought at the Quidditch World Cup from his small pocket, which cost him nine Galleons—the peddler originally asked for a price of Gold Galleons, but Hera abruptly bought them for two eighteen Galleons.

He believes that this will give him an excellent viewing experience.

The game officially started. Cedric, who appeared first, did a weird thing. He cast a transfiguration spell on a rock on the ground and turned it into a dog—he must have wanted to divert the attention of the fire dragon and let him chase the dog.

It was a great transfiguration spell, and it did work a little, and Cedric managed to get the golden egg, but he was still burned—the dragon changed his mind halfway, and felt that he would rather catch him than the Newfoundland hound; he almost escaped.

The second one came out was Fleur. She stood there and cast a spell on the dragon, and it rolled around with its eyes covered. Just when Fleur thought she could go to get the golden egg safely, it spewed out a great flame, and Fleur's skirt caught fire—she poured water from her wand and put out the fire.The fire dragon struggled in pain, stomping back and forth, crushing half of the real eggs - points are deducted for this, and the fire dragon cannot destroy those eggs.

The third one was Krum. Obviously he cheated too. He used the same Eye Sickness Curse as Fleur. It was unbelievable that he didn’t think of flying. He must have practiced the Eye Sickness Curse against Fire Dragon with the help of Karkaroff. His performance was not much better than Fleur’s.

Hopefully the Ministry of Magic can afford these losses.Hera looked at those broken eggs, her heart was bleeding, how many Galleons was that? ? ?
The last one to appear was Harry. After he came out, he stood at one end of the field, chanted a spell, and waited there blankly for something.And at the other end of the field, the Hungarian Horntail stood impressively.It crouched low, guarding its nest of eggs, its wings folded, its vicious yellow eyes fixed on Harry.This is a lizard-like reptile that must be huge and covered with scales. It twists its spiked tail violently, leaving several meters of potholes on the hard ground.

There was an uproar in the auditorium, and Hera couldn't tell whether the voices were friendly or malicious, because he was watching Harry's movements carefully through the panoramic binoculars.

He seemed completely taken aback, or was waiting for something.

Hera didn't know what he was going to do, and he didn't know exactly what Barty Jr. had thought of to help Harry. Since he modified Barty Jr.'s memory, he had been trying his best to refrain from meeting Barty Jr., lest Barty Jr. would notice any abnormalities—after all, he had magic eyes, so he would inevitably see something abnormal.

Harry waited, every cell in him was praying, hoping, but all the audience didn't know what he was doing, there was a booing from the Slytherin seats, Draco stood up and applauded excitedly, he said loudly: "I told you earlier, Potter will never last 10 minutes."

Harry's figure was shaking a little, he looked at everything around him, as if there was a transparent barrier shimmering in front of him.It was like a hot layer of disgust that made the venue and the hundreds of faces around him float strangely
Then he heard, not only him, but others in the arena, something whizzing through the air as if.Many people stood up and looked in the direction of the sound, seeing a broomstick flying around the edge of the Forbidden Forest and flying towards Harry on the field.It flew into the field and stopped abruptly in mid-air next to Harry, waiting for him to mount it.

There was a loud noise from the crowd, and Draco sat on a chair very discouraged. He didn't expect Harry to think of such a method. It seemed that Harry could hold on for at least 10 minutes—the big words he said before the game had completely lost their effect.

Bagman was yelling, "The youngest warrior—Harry, let's see what he did. He summoned a broom, oh! What a genius idea, we didn't even think of such a brilliant idea."

But Harry's ears were not working at the moment, and the most important thing now was not to listen.

He lifted his legs onto the broomstick, stepped on the ground, and flew into the air.A second later, a miracle happened.
Hera was quite proud of his foresight as he spiraled upwards, with the wind whistling through his hair, because no one else could see him back, he had probably turned into a little flesh-colored needle eye, and only Hera, thanks to the magnification and slowing down of the panoramic telescope, could see Harry's movements clearly.

Harry looked down at the nest of eggs, and then he seemed to say something, but Hera couldn't hear it very clearly - after all, they were separated by hundreds of meters.

"Okay," Harry said to himself, and when he was in the air, he realized that he had left not only the ground, but also his fears, and now he was back where he was at home.There was a confident smile on his face, and this Hera could see it clearly.Harry muttered in a small mouth, "Trick the tiger out of the mountain, come on."

Hera held up the binoculars and locked onto Harry's figure tightly. He really didn't expect little Barty to come up with such a wonderful idea. As long as Harry got his broomstick, then he would definitely be able to snatch the golden egg from under the dragon's wings—as long as he lured the dragon away from the field.

Harry swooped down, the Horntail's head following him.Harry knew what it was going to do, and just in time it stopped its dive and jumped up.A mass of fire erupted out, and if he didn't avoid it in time, he would be shot straight
"My God, he can fly!" Bagman yelled -- and the audience screamed and gasped. "Did you see that, Mr. Crumb?"

At this time, he still didn't forget to taunt Krum, Bagman was indeed a 'bad guy'.

Hera watched Harry hovering in the air, knowing that the fire dragon would definitely not trouble Harry, and it would be easy for him to get the golden egg, so he handed the panoramic binoculars to Penello—her binoculars to Gabriel, so that Gabriel could better see the situation on the field.

It was obviously a wonderful Quidditch performance, and Hera leaned back in her chair and waited boredly for the end of the game - he couldn't see Harry at all, he was just a flesh-colored dot in the air, probably only the fire dragon could see clearly and chase him.

It was only a few minutes later that Harry swooped down, and before the dragon knew what he had done and disappeared up there, he rushed with all his might to the ground, to the nest of eggs, now no longer protected by his clawed forelegs—he let go of the Firebolt, his hands free—he grabbed the golden egg—

Then he soared into the air, away from the dragon, and hovered over the stands, the heavy golden egg under his arm.

"Look! He succeeded! That's my friend!" Weasley stood up from his chair and excitedly waved his fists in the stands. If not everyone knew that they were in a cold war recently, they might have believed him.

The people in the audience were screaming and clapping, deafeningly, like Ireland supporters at the World Cup - especially when the Leprechauns were throwing Galleons.

Hera stared at the fire dragon with squinted eyes. As soon as Harry flew into the sky, the dragon trainers rushed over to calm the fire dragon's anger, "Harry, you should really thank little Barty and these dragon trainers, otherwise the furious fire dragon will definitely let you know what terror is."

Hera has no doubt that the angry dragon will fly into the sky and leave Harry with an unforgettable memory.

"Okay, the game is over, let's go back to the castle after the scores are announced." Hera patted Penello on the shoulder, and she was also shouting excitedly for Harry—as a Quidditch fanatic, she had a natural liking for Harry's methods, even though they were not familiar with them before.

In the final scoring session, I have to say that it was difficult to accept it calmly, because Karkaroff was very eccentric, and the other referees could give their scores fairly, but he only gave Harry [-] points. He was an annoying, eccentric guy, and he gave Krum [-] points.

But Harry didn't care about these things, not even if Karkaroff gave him a zero.Because he survived, he survived the first project.

Harry was tied with Krum, and even though Karkaroff only gave him four points, he still scored the same points as Krum - they chose to tie for first place.

This excited all the Hogwarts students, because Cedric did not get the advantage in the first project, but Harry, who everyone was not optimistic about, got a huge lead - at least not behind.

When Harry turned to leave the arena, there was a cheer from the crowd, not just the Gryffindors.When things came to a head, when everyone saw the challenges Harry was facing, most of the school started to support him, as they did for Cedric.
"Okay, we're almost ready to go back to the castle." Hera stood up, the stands were too noisy, he wanted to leave here urgently, Penello nodded, and Gabriel in her arms was covering her ears at the moment - everyone around seemed to be having a carnival, it was too noisy.

(End of this chapter)