bioinnovel Chapter 314 Turbulent Waves
Chapter 314 Turbulent Waves
Chapter 314 Turbulent Waves
Belvina Black, you shameless bastard!
Professor Karkaroff, the principal of Durmstrang, cursed inwardly.
He didn't expect Belvina to be so shameless, giving him a perfect score again after Barty Crouch had already given her one.
In this way, Cedric not only did not fall behind, but also established a certain lead.
In this way, Professor Karkaroff's despicable behavior became a laughing stock, making him a pillar of the clown world.
Two fists can't fight four hands. Professor Karkarov realized that he had no chance of winning against two opponents. He had to find allies to at least create a two-on-two situation.
Thinking of this, Karkaroff immediately looked at Mrs. Maxim beside him, seeking an alliance with Beauxbatons to fight against Hogwarts.
However, when faced with the olive branch extended by Durmstrang, Mrs. Maxim, who remained unmoved, resolutely rejected the team application and completely ignored Kakarov.
Mrs. Maxim thought to herself: You Karkaroff and Durmstrang may be shameless, but Beauxbatons and I still have some shame! Only give the Warriors 5 points.
Dividing is something that people are capable of doing!
Even if they were to swallow their pride and ally with Karkaroff, could the five-person referee panel truly create a fair two-on-two situation? Did they really think Dumbledore didn't exist?
Mrs. Maxime believed that Dumbledore dared to remain fair and impartial because he knew that Belvina, who was sitting on the other side of the judges' table, was not someone who would suffer a loss.
If Beauxbatons and Demister form an alliance, can the headmaster of Hogwarts continue to maintain fairness and impartiality?
At that point, it might not be two against two, but three against two, or even worse, three against one.
The three referees at Hogwarts share the same goal and can trust each other. Can Beauxbatons and Demister do the same?
Mrs. Maxim isn't stupid; she wouldn't accept Karkaroff's invitation to join forces. She doesn't want to become another pillar of the clown world.
Just as the five-person referee team was scheming against each other, an ordinary Wells Green Dragon appeared on the field, and the second warrior also walked towards the field under the guidance of the staff.
Fleur Delacour's debut was even worse than Cedric's.
Even with her head held high, she couldn't stop her trembling body or the panic in her heart.
"We see our second warrior has entered the arena, Miss Fleur Delacour from Beauxbatons," Belvina announced. "She will face a regular Welsh green dragon."
Enthusiastic applause rang out from all over the stands. Regardless of which school Delacour was a student of, the Hogwarts students were willing to applaud her.
By daring to stand before the extremely dangerous fire dragon, Fleur Delacour has truly earned the title of warrior, and the applause is well-deserved.
Of course, there were also discordant voices among the audience in the stands, with some students who seemed to have no sense of restraint making loud, unrestrained noises.
After all, standing in the arena is Fleur Delacour, who possesses Veela blood.
Amidst the anticipation of the crowd and the howls of the wolves, Fleur, trembling from head to toe, raised her wand and pointed it at the Welsh green dragon at the other end of the arena.
Although both are fire-type dragons, the Welsh Green Dragon did not display unparalleled attack power from the beginning like the Swedish Short-nosed Dragon.
The Welsh Green Dragon doesn't seem to have any intention of attacking Hibiscus.
The Welsh Green Dragon simply crouched in place, letting out a low growl that sounded like a warning, never leaving the fire dragon egg beneath it.
An incomprehensible scene unfolded: Hibiscus stood still, while Wells Green Dragon crouched in the same spot, the two facing each other as if on a blind date.
"I don't know what Miss Delacour is planning, but the dragon hasn't attacked, which is good news," Belvina said. "At least we don't have to worry about Miss Delacour hurting her pretty face like Mr. Diggory did."
As soon as he finished speaking, the drowsy audience in the stands burst into loud laughter.
Mrs. Maxim, sitting on the referee's stand, glared fiercely at Belvina, unable to tolerate the commentator's offense.
Cedric, who was receiving treatment, sighed helplessly. He felt that Belvina would tease him for a long time about his injured face.
"Oh my god, what did I just see!" Belvina suddenly exclaimed. "The fire dragon seems to be dozing off! This won't do, wake up, we're not allowed to sleep here!"
Belvina's voice carried to every corner of the arena, instantly energizing the drowsy audience, who all turned to look at the Welsh Green Dragon in the arena.
For some reason, the Welsh green dragon was actually sleeping. Instead of remaining on guard, it closed its fierce eyes and looked as if it were about to fall asleep.
Seeing this, Fleur Delacour, on the other side of the field, breathed a sigh of relief and cautiously walked towards the fire dragon.
"Very good!" Belvina's voice suddenly became very soft, but it was still clearly heard by every audience member.
She continued, "Miss Delacour's magical skills are as astonishing as her beauty. Although it's unclear what method she used, she successfully hypnotized the fire dragon!"
The Welsh green dragon in the arena seemed to be truly asleep, lying obediently on the ground, completely unresponsive to any external sounds.
Hibiscus Delacour moved lightly toward the fire dragon, her every movement so subtle that her footsteps barely stirred up any dust.
The second warrior's movements were so slow and gentle that the spectators in the stands became just as cautious as she was, even their breathing became very soft.
However, Fleur Delacour and the audience's caution did not pay off, as the Welsh Green Dragon's eyes opened.
The ordinary Welsh green dragon roared angrily, and scorching flames roared in. The extremely high temperature caused the light to refract, distorting everyone's vision.
"Danger!" Belvina cried out, "The Green Dragon of Wales has attacked!"
Facing the scorching flames, Fleur Delacour ran away like a startled rabbit, her undulating waves arousing the hearts of the lecherous men.
Although Hibiscus reacted quickly, her robes were still affected by the flames, and she had to conjure up a stream of water to extinguish the fire.
The stands erupted in cheers once more, as the crowd eagerly wanted to encourage Wells' green dragon and hope it could put on an even more spectacular show.
However, the Welsh Green Dragon did not press its advantage; it remained firmly in its lair, guarding the dragon eggs beneath it.
At the other end of the field, a startled Fleur Delacour steadied herself and raised her wand once more, aiming it at the Welsh green dragon.
"We see Delacour raise her wand again. What is she going to do? Change her original plan, or find a new way to deal with the dragon?"
The audience in the stands all looked at Furong. Most of them hoped that Furong could deal with the fire dragon in a different way, as the process of hypnotizing the fire dragon had been too long and too boring.
uninteresting.
Very boring.
We must see rivers of blood.
This probably reflects the sentiments of some viewers; they want to see more intense scenes.
The results were disappointing; neither Wells Green Dragon nor Warrior Fleur lived up to the audience's expectations.
The Welsh Green Dragon held its nest tightly, never leaving its side, only using fire for ranged harassment; Hibiscus stayed far away, standing at a safe distance to try hypnotizing it again.
"We see Miss Delacour has chosen to repeat her old tricks," Belvina exclaimed. "With the Wells Fire Dragon unwilling to get close, this is a very safe option."
The process of Hibiscus hypnotizing the fire dragon again was as long and boring as last time, and the audience in the stands fell asleep even earlier than Wells the green dragon.
After an unknown amount of time, just as Belvina began analyzing the blue sky and white clouds, a snoring sound suddenly rang out.
The unusually loud and clear snoring came from the Welsh Green Dragon; the fire dragon guarding the nest had once again been successfully hypnotized by Hibiscus.
Listening to the green dragon of Wells snoring, Fleur, the warrior from Beauxbatons, once again cautiously approached the nest.
Just as Furong finally got close to the fire dragon, scorching flames erupted again, and the frightened Furong quickly fled once more.
Sleeves caught fire, waves surged, and the lecherous men in the stands watched with hearts pounding.
"So close! I thought Miss Delacour was going to succeed!" Belvina said. "Fortunately, the Welsh dragon didn't wake up. The flames were just because it was snoring. Miss Delacour still has a chance."
The spectators in the stands breathed a sigh of relief; they really didn't want to witness Hibiscus hypnotizing the fire dragon for the third time.
This time, the warrior Fleur from Beauxbatons did not disappoint. Instead of approaching cautiously, she ran straight to the dragon and successfully retrieved the golden egg from its nest.
"Success! Miss Delacour has successfully retrieved the golden egg and completed the match!" Belvina announced the result loudly. "Following Mr. Diggory, the warrior has defeated the ferocious fire dragon for the second time!"
The dragon tamer rushed into the arena, controlling the drowsy Welsh green dragon while urging the dazed Fleur Delacour to leave as soon as possible.
Soon, both the Warriors and the Fire Dragons left, and it was the turn of the five-person referee team to perform.
Mrs. Maxim was the first to give a score; she raised her wand, but the score was not revealed for a long time.
The layman looks at the excitement and the insider looks at the doorway.
To the Hogwarts students, Fleur's performance was not exciting enough and not as memorable as the two tumultuous events.
However, in the eyes of the five-person judging panel, Fleur's magical skills were quite impressive, no less than Cedric's dazzling series of transfigurations.
That's why Mrs. Maxim was conflicted, unsure of how many points to give.
Mrs. Maxim glanced at Karkaroff beside her, then at Belvina and Barty Crouch in the distance.
After a while, Mrs. Maxim finally made up her mind, and the silver ribbon that shot from the tip of her wand twisted into a huge number:
9.
Next up was the shameless Karkarov. He thought for a moment, then gave her his high score. Karkarov gave Fleur Delacour a score of 7.
Kakarov was very satisfied with the score; he was conveying his sincerity to Mrs. Maxim.
Mrs. Maxim was also very satisfied; although 7 points wasn't very high, it was still better than Cedric's 5 points.
Meanwhile, the principal of Beauxbatons also sensed Principal Durmstrang's sincerity, but she still refused to form a team.
Dumbledore, who was third in rank, raised his wand, and for the second time, the number 8 appeared at the tip. Fleur received the same score as Cedric from the Hogwarts headmaster.
Next up was Barty Crouch, who gave himself almost no time to think and quickly gave the same score as Dumbledore:
8 points.
By the time the first four judges had taken their turns, Fleur Delacour had scored 32 points, just 9 points behind Cedric, who was the first to take the stage.
Sitting on the far left of the judges' table, Mrs. Maxim closed her eyes and silently prayed that Belvina would maintain basic decorum and not give a shameless score like Karkarov did.
Mrs. Maxim didn't ask for much; she would be content as long as Belvina gave her a score of 6 or higher.
Belvina, sitting on the far right of the judges' table, smiled, raised her wand, and decisively gave the score: 8 points.
With this, Cedric Diggory has a score of 41, temporarily taking first place, while Fleur Delacour is temporarily in second place with 40 points.