Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows

Killing is prohibited in the Triwizard Tournament, and Krum had no intention of killing anyone.

Shatter is a shattering spell specifically for objects.

If Krum hits this time, Cedric's broom will definitely be broken.

But it was not known whether it was fortunate or unfortunate that Cedric just avoided a thick column of fire spewed out by the Hungarian Horntail when Krum cast the spell.

This put him very close to the ground now...

It's also very close to Krum.

Cedric tensed his muscles and swung the broom, narrowly avoiding Krum's spell.

There were bursts of gasps of emotion and thrill from the stands.

Harry watched this scene and just breathed a sigh of relief for Cedric, but suddenly alarm bells rang in his heart and he almost threw him off the broom!

F***! This is not a warning!

Harry held his Firebolt tightly, with the huge Horned Wasp right beside him.

The floating feeling of weightlessness just now was caused by this thing flapping its wings, which almost blew Harry away.

Outside the field, Anriel smiled lightly and hooked his fingers slightly.

The tree wasp stood up, and with its two front claws it swiped and grabbed.

The movement was extremely similar to Anriel's slight hook of his finger just now... magnified thousands of times.

You can hide from the first day of junior high school, but you can't hide from the fifteenth day.

Harry lost his grip and fell off the Firebolt.

In the stands, Sirius suddenly stood up, his eyes wide open, like a wild dog with bloodshot eyes.

......

"Sit down, Blake, you're blocking the people behind you."

A greasy, vicious voice sounded.

Snape stared at Sirius with undisguised hatred.

Sirius didn't hesitate at all, he drew his wand and pointed it at Snape's hooked nose.

Snape's movements were no slower than his.

Then, the next second, both of them seemed to have their wrists twisted by an invisible force and forced back into their seats.

In the front row of the stands, the more than one-meter-long white beard fluttered in the wind, making the old man look majestic without even being angry.

Dumbledore said nothing, yet it seemed as if he had said everything.

Karkaroff's eyes rolled around, and I don't know what he was thinking...

This is just a small incident that happened in the stands, let's turn the camera back to the field.

Harry fell off the Firebolt, and could not get hold of the broomstick to climb back up.

Anriel waved his hand lazily, and the tree wasp in the field spread its wings and waved them vigorously.

Harry was blown away and fell into the sand with a dull thud, leaving a human-shaped pit.

The Fire Crossbow was not affected much, and it almost went down the same way and pierced into a piece of mud.

"Harry!!"

I don’t know how many people inside and outside the stadium shouted this name at the same time.

At least, there are still many people who care about this savior.

Krum didn't care.

He stared at the world's top-notch broom stuck upside down in the mud, his eyes almost shining.

He pounced down from the rockery like a hungry tiger, and in a few flashes he reached the side of the mud ground.

Anriel began to count down silently in his heart.

Three...two...one.

After counting the last number, the tree bee in the field blew out a mouthful of dragon flame that it had accumulated.

Krum's figure disappeared in the firelight.

There were screams from the audience.

......

"Look! Krum!"

Half a second later, someone shouted even louder.

Is that Krum?

Yes, that's him!

Krum rushed out from the side of the Welsh green dragon that Harry had blinded, and waved his fist at the audience in the stands, just as he had done in the World Cup.

It was as if he had just played an extremely thrilling game of ball and got rid of an extremely dangerous opponent chaser.

Anriel felt that this game was becoming more and more interesting.

......

and many more.

Were there four people participating in this game?

Krum, Cedric, Harry...

Where did the other person go?

Anriel turned his gaze to the other side.

The battle here was so intense that everyone ignored the scene on the other side where "one man fights against the Chinese Fireball Dragon".

Let's go back to the beginning, when Harry and Cedric were flanking the Welsh green dragon from the left and right -

Carmen held the steel wire in her hand and slid towards the opponent's Chinese fireball like flying.

He nailed the other end of his wire into the Chinese Fireball's neck.

This is extremely dangerous and is simply playing with your own life.

As long as the fire dragon on the opposite side turns around, or flies up, or discovers this fast-moving little thing in advance and intends to spit out a mouthful of dragon flame...

The magic steel wire, which was just slightly tough, would break instantly, and Carmen would fall to the ground at an extremely fast speed, turning into a meat patty or minced meat.

This is simply a gamble of life.

Or it is also possible...it is a manifestation of extreme arrogance in one's own strength.

And then - a few seconds later.

Everything was just as Carmen had expected.

The audience who were a little closer were also exclaiming and screaming for him.

If you can see it clearly from a close distance, the fighting scene of this warrior is no less exciting than the fights between the other three.

Carmen came in front of the fire dragon with great agility, hooked her wrist, and another steel wire flew out.

Then he himself disappeared under the fire dragon's neck.

A few seconds later, he emerged from the fire dragon's right elbow, somersaulted onto the dragon's back, and looked like a veteran acrobat.

It seemed that his every move was calculated according to the movement of the fire dragon, from the angle to the amplitude, from the strength to the trend, all were calculated clearly.

He walks on a balance beam on the back of a fire dragon, walks on a tightrope on the scythe of the god of death, and uses black humor to perform the most breathtaking acrobatic shows for all viewers on the brink of life and death.

On the other side, even if the audience was nervous about the three people and two dragons, it was also relaxed in moderation, with buffer time, and it was not difficult to breathe every moment, every minute and every second.

But Carmen's side is like this -

All the audience who had been staring at Carmen did so with their eyes fixed on her, holding their breath, as if the clown on the stage would fall off the dragon's back and be torn to pieces in the next second, and the audience in the stands would be strangled to death.

But the clown is still alive.

He is not a clown.

He is a jester.

Moreover, he seemed to have found his emperor...