bioinnovel Chapter 302 Four Fire Dragons
Chapter 302 Four Fire Dragons
Chapter 302 Four Fire Dragons
Bassheda knew a little about the so-called ancient Roman Colosseum, or gladiatorial arena.
Whenever the arena opened, the beasts were unleashed, and the gladiators were driven into the arena, one side trying to eat the other to survive.
However, upon closer examination, the ancient Roman Colosseum does share some similarities with the first event of the Triwizard Tournament.
Both are intense clashes between humans and wild beasts, and their mortality rates are similar, remaining consistently high.
However, when Bassheda thought of Belvina's wicked and unspeakable tastes, she felt that Belvina must have ill intentions.
Bassheda was inwardly grumbling, while Harry and Cedric, hiding in the Invisibility Cloak behind her, were so angry they almost fell over.
As heroes of Hogwarts, they would have to perform a battle of wits against the dragon in the circular theater, and be thoroughly defeated by the dragon under the watchful eyes of hundreds and thousands of people!
At this moment, Harry and Cedric's desire to drop out of school reached its peak.
Just as Harry and Cedric were having second thoughts, the fire dragon in the enclosure struggled even more fiercely, its roars growing louder and louder, spewing out bursts of flame that illuminated the entire area as bright as day.
A silver-blue fire dragon with a pair of long, sharp horns stood up, its powerful hind legs supporting its massive body, and roared angrily at the wizard in front of it.
"That's a Swedish short-nosed dragon," Belvina explained. "It typically lives in uninhabited wilderness areas and is one of the fire-dragons with the fewest recorded human deaths."
"Are you sure it's not because people rarely encounter it?"
Basilda transforms into a relentless吐槽 (tu cao, a form of witty criticism) machine.
Another fire dragon stood upright, desperately twisting and turning its legs. Its entire body was covered in smooth green scales. With each step it took…
The ground trembled as soon as I landed.
"The ordinary Wells Green Dragon, I'd call it the first prize of the first project," Belvina said cheerfully. "You know,"
They rarely attack humans, primarily feeding on small mammals such as sheep.
"The first prize?" Bassheda continued to grumble, "You didn't mention a word about the Ilfordcombe incident!"
Harry, hidden in the Invisibility Cloak, looked at Cedric, who clearly mistook Hufflepuff for another Hermione.
Cedric explained in a low voice, "In 1932, a Welsh green dragon attacked a group of sunbathers in Ilfordcomb, Devon, but the Tork family managed to stop the fire dragon."
Harry was stunned by what he heard. How could such a Welsh green dragon be called the top prize?
“It is said,” Cedric continued in a low voice, “that the Great Fire of London in 1666 may have been caused by a Welsh green dragon, well, a cub.”
Drop out! You must drop out!
What Three Kingdoms Tournament? What Voldemort? Whatever, I'm dropping out of school!
Harry's desire to drop out of school reached a new high, but then he thought of the Dursleys on Privet Drive and realized that dragons weren't so scary, especially the Welsh Green Dragon, whose roar was quite unique and, in some ways, even beautiful.
Just as Harry was trying to comfort himself, the conspicuous red dragon in the enclosure was breathing a mushroom-shaped ball of flame, and the wizards around it scattered in all directions.
"Look, a Fireball Dragon!" Belvina exclaimed excitedly. "From the mysterious East, it's my favorite fireball dragon in this competition, bar none."
This time, Bassheda didn't complain, because she genuinely hadn't heard of any incidents of Fireball Dragons injuring people. Even though Fireball Dragons' favorite food is humans and pigs.
"It also has another name, the Lion Dragon," Belvina continued. "Look at its nose, doesn't it look like a lion's nose?"
"Darling, how come you suddenly know so much about dragons, just like Hagrid?" Bassheda said, her eyes looking as if she were looking at a miniature version of Hagrid.
Belvina stared at the fire dragon with fascination and said matter-of-factly, "I'm the main person in charge of the Triwizard Tournament, so what's so strange about me being familiar with the content of the first event?"
Then, she said softly, "It would be great if I could get a fire dragon as a mount."
Although the fire dragon looks like an ugly giant lizard, its entire body is filled with a powerful beauty that is difficult to express in words.
"Please abandon your unrealistic fantasies, Miss Black," said Bassheda. "Private ownership of dragons was banned back in 1709. You should be well aware of that."
"Of course I know, that's why I feel it's a pity," Belvina said. "Just imagine, everyone else rides flying broomsticks, and you ride a fire-breathing dragon—it's so cool!"
Bassheda sighed and said in a coaxing tone, "Why don't you talk to Hagrid and buy two Thestrals from him?"
Suddenly, a wave of scorching heat rolled in.
Basilda instantly drew her wand and swiftly waved it in front of her.
The scorching heat dissipated, but the fire dragon's long-range fire breath was still impressive.
"Watch out!" a dragon tamer shouted. "The furthest I've ever seen this tree bee dragon breathe fire is forty feet!"
This Hungarian tree bee dragon can breathe fire up to forty feet away. What does that mean?
Belvina's barefoot height is five feet eight inches, and the Tree Bee Dragon's fire-breathing range is farther than seven of her combined.
However, forty feet is not the limit for the Hungarian Tree Bee Dragon. It should be noted that the Tree Bee Dragon is recognized as one of the fire dragons with the longest fire-breathing distance. The Hungarian Tree Bee Dragon is covered with black scales all over its body, and its strong and powerful long tail is covered with sharp spikes. It can be said that its whole body is a weapon. Any warrior who gets involved with it is really unlucky.
Belvina calmly drew her wand and pointed it at the Hungarian Hornet Dragon that was emitting a mournful roar.
"Faint and fall to the ground!" Belvina whispered the spell.
A dazzling, red stun spell shot out like an arrow, striking precisely the Hungarian wood wasp that was desperately resisting.
The spell struck the black scales, and sparks rained down. The Hungarian Tree Bee Dragon swayed and collapsed, its massive body making a deafening roar that shook the entire arena.
The dragon tamers in the enclosure stared in shock at the direction from which the spell had come, and then at Belvina as she slowly put away her wand.
Soon, the dragon tamers suppressed their shock and hurriedly tightened the chains, intensifying their guard over the unconscious fire dragon.
"Belvina!" A dragon tamer waved and walked over. "Normally it takes us seven or eight people to stun a fire dragon, but you did it all by yourself."
As if to confirm the dragon tamer's words, the other dragon tamers in the enclosure all drew their wands and shouted in unison, "Faint!"
A series of earth-shaking roars rang out, and the Swedish Short-nosed Dragon, the Welsh Green Dragon, and the Fireball Dragon all fell to the ground, black smoke billowing from their nostrils in resentment.
"This is Charlie, Charlie Weasley," Belvina said to Bassheda beside her. "This is Bassheda Bablin, my best friend." She then said to Charlie.
The dragon tamer who walked over was Charlie, the second son of the Weasleys, an outstanding graduate of Gryffindor who had served as a prefect and Quidditch captain during his time at the school.
"Hello, Mr. Weasley," Bassheda said politely, extending her hand.
"Hello, Miss Barblin." Charlie shook hands politely. "Just call me Charlie."
Charlie, a kind-hearted man, was short and stocky, with a somewhat goofy smile, and his thick arms were covered with scars left by the fire dragon.
He continued, "Mr. Crouch asked us to send the dragon over early. Frankly, there are still more than two weeks until the competition..."
It's quite dangerous to keep the fire dragon next to the school.
If the dragon were to accidentally go out of control and rush into Hogwarts, even if Dumbledore were the headmaster, there would be no guarantee that there would be no casualties.
"We should be thankful, Charlie," Belvina said. "At least that iron belly didn't show up near the school, so the castle might not collapse, but Hagrid's hut is certainly doomed."
Charlie chuckled sheepishly and said, "I saw Hagrid over there, and that Headmaster of Beauxbatons. He shouldn't have brought her here."
"An old tree blossoming, you have to understand," Belvina said with a smile. "Everyone has moments when their heart flutters with romantic feelings."
"What a romantic date for Hagrid." Charlie shook his head helplessly, clearly not very optimistic about Hagrid's love life either.
Bassheda, standing to the side, wanted to laugh, but because she wasn't familiar with Charlie, she could only force herself to suppress her laughter, which was incredibly uncomfortable.
Charlie looked around, then whispered, "Belvina, what exactly is the first project? It can't really be about fighting a fire dragon, can it?"
Belvina shook her head and said, "No, they only need to take a golden egg from the fire dragon. Fighting the fire dragon is out of the question."
If that were the case, none of them would survive.
"How's Harry?" Charlie asked. "Ever since Mom found out he was going to play in the Triwizard Tournament, she hasn't had a good night's sleep."
This year's Triwizard Tournament has seen an unprecedented four warriors, one of whom is Harry Potter, who is only fourteen years old. This is something that cannot be kept secret, and no one wants to hide it.
Four brave warriors and a boy who miraculously survived—what a great leader! Even if they wanted to keep it a secret, the Daily Prophet would have already leaked it.
"Everything will be alright," Belvina said. "Although the first challenge involves facing a fire dragon, all of you dragon tamers will be on standby in the arena, so the warriors will not be in any danger."
“I know that even if we fail, Dumbledore is still here,” Charlie said. “But I still don’t dare tell my mother. If she knew that Harry was going to face a dragon, her tears would flood the Burrow.”
Belvina laughed and said, "That won't do. If the Burrow gets flooded, Sirius won't have anywhere to mooch meals."
As she spoke, Belvina looked over Charlie's shoulder at the Hungarian hornet dragon, which was sleeping like a small mountain.
At that moment, Charlie's five colleagues were carefully placing a nest of enormous, granite-gray dragon eggs next to the tree bee dragon.