The transfer student at Hogwarts just wants to fall in love [continued]

Harry, who landed with the golden egg in his arms, still had an unreal expression on his face.

It was as if the person who was riding a firebolt to avoid the claws and flames of the fire dragon was not him.

Touched the robe on his body.

The robe was not damaged at all, and the shield was not deployed.

The fire dragon didn't touch him at all.

But if it weren't for the robe he was wearing, he might not have had the confidence to make such a thrilling move just now, grabbing the golden egg directly under his sharp claws.

Thank you, Bai.

"Oh my God! Potter, this is wonderful."

Instead of returning to the tent, he left directly through another exit.

He found Professor McGonagall coming up to him, and the hands holding his shoulders were shaking slightly.

"Go find Madam Pomfrey and let her take a look at you."

In fact, Harry was not seriously injured. He only had some scratches and abrasions on the unprotected parts of his hands and face, but he was still sent to Madam Pomfrey for a thorough check-up.

Madam Pomfrey frowned and pulled him into the tent, all complaining about the Triwizard Tournament.

"Fire Dragon! Last year it was Dementors, this year it's Fire Dragon, what else are they going to put into Hogwarts?"

While Harry's wounds were being tended to, three people came in.

Hermione pulled Amy and looked at Harry with a very...kind look.

It was as if the old mother was saying, "My Harry is so awesome."

Ron's face turned pale with fear.

"I actually doubted you before!" He said regretfully, "You have to be crazy to throw your name into the Goblet of Fire."

"Thank you for the white robe."

Harry said to Hermione, "If it weren't for these robes, I might not have the courage to go on stage."

Hermione smiled and shook her head.

"No, this robe only gives you confidence. What really supports you is your own courage."

Harry smiled.

"Come on, let's go check out the ratings."

They walked to the edge of the field, just in time to see the five referees.

Madame Maxime gave it an eight, Dumbledore gave it a nine, and Scrimgeour also gave it a nine.

Harry was surprised to find that Bagman gave him ten points.

What polarized him was that Karkaroff gave him four points.

"How is that possible! This guy is biased at first glance!"

Harry didn't care, it would be great if he survived.

To win honor for Hogwarts, isn't Mo Bai still there?

Thinking of Mo Bai, he looked at Hermione.

"Aren't you going to see Shiro?"

Hermione looked at the field, and Fleur had already entered the field.

But Harry knew her mind wasn't on the game at all.

"Don't go."

The little girl shook her head.

Harry understood.

It's not Bai who's in the tent today.

Why did you change it again?

"Today should be the last time."

Hermione looked at the referee's box in the field, and at Scrimgeour's feet, there was a black cat coiled lazily.

Both Fleur and Cedric passed the trial with flying colors.

Bagman, the on-site commentator, said with a red face, "Now! Let us look forward to the last contestant."

"He is from Gryffindor House, Hogwarts, Bai-mo!!"

The tree peak has been released by the dragon trainer and is entrenched on the boulder.

A slender black figure slowly walked out of the tent.

There was a sudden burst of cheers from the stands, and Gryffindor's voice was loud.

There was no sadness or joy on Mo's face, and his robe swayed slightly as he walked, as if he was strolling in the courtyard as if this was not the venue for the Triwizard Tournament, but the backyard of his home.

The tree peak in front of me is not a dragon breathing fire from its mouth, but a puppy.

At this time, this "puppy" was looking at him with ferocious eyes.

The corner of Mo Bai's mouth curled up. In fact, he really wanted to test how powerful the fire dragon in front of him was, and whether he was stronger or weaker than the basilisk in the secret room.

He slowly took out the wand shrouded in black mist, raised it in front of his chest, and actually performed a duel salute.

Seeing him getting closer and closer, Shufeng spread his wings in a demonstration.

Mo Bai's eyes flashed with disdain.

"Beasts are beasts."

He stretched his body, feeling the dark magic surging in his body, and raised an evil smile on his lips.

Although Bailong's substitute's magic power is not as powerful as his own, perhaps because his whole body is constructed of the magic power of the Obscurus, his ability to control a single pair of Obscurans is much stronger than his own.

But now is not the time to use the Obscurus.

"The previous contestants all responded perfectly to the fire dragon. Harry summoned a broomstick, Fleur cast a hypnotic spell, and Krum used an eye spell to hit the fire dragon's eyes. Unfortunately, this made the rampaging The fire dragon crushed a lot of eggs and deducted a lot of points for him..."

Bagman's voice was high-pitched, "Now, let's look forward to what method Bai will use."

"He is moving forward! Getting closer to the fire dragon!"

His voice gradually rose, "He's a little too close now! Be careful!"

Following Bagman's scream, Shufeng looked fiercely at the human who had approached him.

Angry flames boiled in his mouth, and in the next second, it turned into a pillar of fire and sprayed towards the young man who was standing quietly.

Everyone exclaimed.

"Shut up!"

A clear voice came from the fire pillar, and a stone pillar as thick as a bucket suddenly rose from the ground and directly hit Shufeng's chin.

"Ow~!"

Shu Feng, who was forced to close his mouth, let out a mournful cry, and green smoke came out of his nostrils.

The pillar of fire broke off naturally and disappeared before Mo Bai's eyes. Only the heat wave lifted the hem of the young man's clothes.

The scene was silent for a moment, and then suddenly exploded.

"Excellent transformation spell!" Bagman jumped up directly, his round and slightly chubby face glowing red.

"No one expected that as the youngest warrior, he would be the only wizard to confront the fire dragon head-on!"

The fire dragon spread its wings angrily, and its claws stirred up strong winds to grab at Mo Bai.

The young man remained motionless. He waved his right arm holding the wand from bottom to top at his side, and the boulder on the right suddenly turned into a huge skull biting the giant wings.

The wing claws collided with the skeleton, and the stone skeleton was shattered by the huge force, but the dragon was also staggered by the impact, and Mo Bai was safe again.

Dumbledore and Maxim suddenly frowned on the referee's table.

Karkaroff looked pale.

Scrimgeour stared at the boy's back, fearing that he would run away the next second.

"Ah...this..."

Bagman didn't dare to explain anymore. He looked at Dumbledore for help.

Skeletons don't sit well in the wizarding world.

Under the stage, the giant dragon roared again and again, but whether it was spitting fire or attacking with claws, Mo Bai used the transformation spell to block them one by one without even moving.

But even in the face of such exciting scenes, the atmosphere in the stands began to feel wrong.

"Mo Bai is so strong! But... isn't he too strong? He's not strong enough for a student of this age."

"And did you see that skull? Isn't that the symbol of a Death Eater?"

"Not all skeletons are Death Eaters..."

Naturally, Harry also saw the skeleton. Looking at the skeleton that was very similar to the one in the sky of the World Cup, Harry suddenly looked at Hermione.

"Is this why you don't want to see this 'Mo Bai'?"

Before Hermione could speak, the scene suddenly changed.

The tree peak flapped its wings in mid-air, spitting flames from its mouth toward the ground.

But the flames sprayed on a stone wall in vain, burning the stone red, but it could not burn a hair of the boy behind the stone wall.

The flames and the stone wall dissipated together, and the dragon and the boy looked at each other.

Suddenly, the dragon roared angrily, and the iron chain trapping it suddenly broke.

It flapped its wings and flew into the sky at great speed.

Everyone was stunned.

Is this... beating the dragon away?

"Then..." Bagman was also a little confused, "I announce that Student Mo Bai won... Wait a minute!"

But after the dragon flew up, Mo Bai didn't go to get the golden egg.

He looked at the sky and smiled. The robes were flying, and black mist suddenly appeared from the soles of his feet.

Then, amid everyone's exclamations, he jumped directly into the sky and chased the tree peaks.

"He can fly?!"

"What are you chasing after? Wouldn't you win if you get the golden egg?"

"Isn't he... going to slay the dragon?"

On the referee's table, Scrimgeour stood up suddenly, turned around and left.

The black cat at my feet has long since disappeared.