bioinnovel Chapter 316 is breathtaking.
Chapter 316 is breathtaking.
Chapter 316 is breathtaking.
In the tent where the warriors were resting, Harry, tense and pale, looked like Master Yoda.
When Cedric appeared, Harry was sitting in the corner of the tent, holding a model of the Hungarian Tree-Peak Dragon and staring blankly.
Although nervous, fortunately, there was the briskly walking Furong and the silent Krum to keep her company.
When Fleur appeared second, Harry, sitting in the corner, was lost in thought, his mind filled with terrifying images.
Although Krum remained silent, staring at the ground, and although it was a little awkward to be alone with Krum, Harry was glad he wasn't alone.
Then, Krum was the third to emerge from the tent, leaving Harry all alone, and his senses suddenly became incredibly sharp.
Alone, Harry could almost hear his heart pounding in his chest, and the sensation from his trembling fingers was all the more vivid; the stinging pain as his fingertips brushed against the bench felt like a knife to his heart.
After an unknown amount of time, a chorus of boos drifted into the tent—Harry had no idea what was happening outside, but he realized that his turn to appear could come at any moment.
After an unknown amount of time, a sharp whistle rang out, and Harry, extremely nervous, stood up and took a step out of the tent with his weak legs.
Guided by the staff, a dazed Harry walked through the dense bushes and entered the spacious competition area.
Everything before my eyes felt like a dream: hundreds and thousands of spectators in the stands, flags fluttering in the wind, and a deafening roar of cheers.
Everything felt like a dream I couldn't wake up from.
Harry only snapped out of his daze when the dragon's earth-shattering roar pierced the sky, and looked directly at the Hungarian Hornet Dragon at the other end of the field.
The Hungarian Tree Bee Dragon is the most dangerous of all fire dragons. Its entire body is covered in black scales for protection, the spikes on its tail are terrifying, and its fire breath can reach up to fifty feet.
It can be said that the Hungarian Tree Bee Dragon is the most dangerous challenge in this year's Triwizard Tournament, bar none.
The spectators in the stands also noticed the Tree Bee Dragon's uniqueness. Its massive body, covered in black scales, was incredibly imposing, and its spiked tail left cratered marks on the ground with every twist.
The youngest and least favored warrior had to face the most dangerous Hungarian Hornet Dragon, and the Gryffindors in the stands were all sweating for Harry.
Many of the Hufflepuffs (Ravenclaws) wearing the "Potter Stinks" badge took off their badges and turned to cheer for Harry.
"The last warrior, Mr. Potter, has arrived! Let's see how he deals with the fire dragon!" Belvina's voice boomed like thunder. "Mr. Potter has raised his wand; is he going to attack the Hornet Dragon?!"
Harry held his holly wand high in the field, waiting for the Firebolt to answer his call.
Meanwhile, the Hungarian Tree Bee Dragon crouched low beside its nest, its large yellow eyes glaring fiercely at the tiny human who had intruded into its territory.
"The Hungarian hornet dragon is very cautious. Although it has assumed an attack posture, it hasn't launched an attack. It doesn't seem to want to leave its nest," Belvina said. "Whatever Mr. Potter is going to do next, now is the perfect opportunity—oh no! What did I see? He took flight!"
Thunderous applause erupted from the stands.
No one expected that the fourth warrior would choose the flying broom.
Harry lifted his leg, straddled his flying broomstick, and soared into the sky, heading straight for the clouds.
"Yes, Mr. Potter took flight! He chose the way he does best; he is a warrior of Hogwarts, and a Seeker of Gryffindor!"
Belvina's commentary style suddenly became passionate, as if she were a completely different person.
Harry, soaring through the air, seemed like a different person. He was no longer nervous or afraid; he began to enjoy this Quidditch match that was uniquely his own.
The highly dangerous Hungarian Hornet Dragon is nothing more than a tough Quidditch team, and the golden egg placed in its lair is nothing more than a motionless Golden Snitch. It's just a Quidditch match, nothing more.
"Potter, Potter—he's provoking the Fire Dragon! He's luring it away from its lair!" Belvina shouted excitedly. "Can he successfully break into the Hornet Dragon's defensive perimeter?"
From the stands, gasps of surprise erupted.
In the eyes of the audience, Harry was too radical and too risky.
Harry circled the tree bee dragon repeatedly, sometimes swooping down and sometimes leaping up.
The ferocious tree bee dragon spewed flames that traveled extremely long distances, but the deadly danger was always a step behind Harry.
Harry nimbly dodged the bursts of flame, as if he were dodging a ball, while the Hornet Dragon looked like a batter being repeatedly toyed with.
"The Hornet Dragon is enraged! It's been angered by Mr. Potter, and it's left its lair!" Belvina shouted. "Danger! Watch out for the Hornet Dragon's tail!"
Hundreds of people in the stands screamed and sighed.
That was really dangerous. Taking advantage of the opportunity when the tree bee dragon was moved away from its nest, Harry swooped down and headed straight for the golden egg in the nest.
Harry moved quickly, but the Hungarian Hornet Dragon was even faster, its tail with bronze spikes lashing out at Harry. Harry, who was only inches away from success, had to give up the golden egg that was about to be in his hands.
Even though he dodged in time, the long spikes still tore through Harry's skin, and blood instantly stained his shoulder.
"Mr. Potter hasn't given up! He's successfully diverted the Hornet Dragon's attention again, and once again lured it away from its nest!" Belvina shouted at the top of her lungs. "Potter—Potter—can he do it this time?"
The moment of suspense arrived, and the audience in the stands held their breath, their eyes fixed on the blurry figure hovering in the sky.
The enraged Hungarian Tree Bee Dragon raised its body, its huge black wings fully spread, and its vicious yellow eyes stared intently at the tiny humans who were provoking it.
Click!
A crisp popping sound.
The chains binding the fire dragon have been broken by the tree bee dragon!
The Hungarian Horned Bee Dragon flapped its wings, its target clear: Harry, riding a fire bolt.
The dragon tamers around the arena panicked and rushed into the arena, all pulling out their wands and aiming them at the fire dragon in the sky.
An ominous premonition instantly enveloped the arena. People seemed to already see Harry's blood staining the sky, and being buried in the dragon's belly seemed to be Harry's only fate.
While everyone was filled with worry, Harry, flying in the sky, showed no fear. He manipulated the fire bolt to increase his altitude again, constantly widening the distance between himself and the fire dragon, always keeping himself out of range of the fire-breathing attack.
Harry, piloting the fire bolt, soared higher and higher until the cold air stung his eyes, bringing tears to his eyes, until the arena transformed into a dark oval pattern.
Then, as if making a desperate gamble, Harry plunged straight down, hurtling towards the ground at incredible speed.
The speed of the dive was so fast that Harry brushed past the Hungarian Hornet Dragon in an instant, and then left it behind in the next instant.
Dive! Dive! Dive again!
Harry's eyes narrowed to slits, and he could only vaguely see that the audience below had all turned into tiny, flesh-colored pinholes.
This means he is rapidly approaching the competition area, yet he is not slowing down because the Hungarian hornet is still following behind him.
Everyone in the stands—including the referees like Belvina—held their breath. Harry and the dragon were descending so fast, it was like a bungee jump without a rope.
Just as Harry was about to crash into the ground and be smashed to pieces, he suddenly stopped diving, started to climb again, and flew away in circles.
The Hungarian Hornet Dragon, which was right behind Harry, couldn't stop its dive. Its massive body became a burden, and the Hornet Dragon crashed heavily to the ground.
When the enormous body of the fire dragon touched the ground, the entire arena seemed to experience an earthquake. The stands tilted and swayed, and many people fell to the ground due to the violent shaking.
Just as everyone was in a panic, Belvina's voice rang out at the right time, and she passionately started speaking again.
"Lonski feint! Mr. Potter used the Lanski feint to fool the Hungarian Hornet Dragon!"
The audience in the stands erupted in cheers. No one cared about the embarrassment of the fall or the injuries of the Tree Bee Dragon. Applause and cheers were all they could do now.
"The great Seeker of Gryffindor! He has inherited the glorious tradition of Godric Gryffindor! Minerva McGonagall, James Potter, and Charlie Weasley are with him at this moment. He is not fighting alone. At this moment, Harry once again wields the Firebolt and swoops down, heading straight for the golden egg in the dragon's lair."
Without deadly flames, sharp teeth and claws, or a spiked tail, the dragon's lair was left unprotected, and Harry easily retrieved the golden egg.
Only then did Harry hear the sounds from the stands clearly. He heard people shouting, screaming, clapping, and cheering, and at the same time, he heard Belvina's off-key commentary, "It's a success! The match is over! Harry Potter has defeated the Hungarian Hornet Dragon! He gave the dragon no chance whatsoever! Great Hogwarts, great Gryffindor, great Seeker!"
The deafening roar of the arena continued for a long time, until the seriously injured Hungarian Hornet Dragon was carried away, and until Harry returned after his injuries had been treated. The applause and cheers did not stop, simply because Harry's performance was so brilliant and breathtaking.
However, amidst the noisy stands, there was a quiet spot where the entire referee's box was completely silent, without a single sound.
Orim Maxim stared at Belvina in astonishment. While Porter's Lansky feint was impressive, it paled in comparison to Belvina's passionate rap.
Igor Karkarov was deathly pale, his fingers trembling as he twirled his beard, occasionally pulling out a stubble that made him shudder in pain.
Albus Dumbledore stared speechlessly at the sky, wishing that Ludo Bagman was the commentator for the match, even if Bagman was a gambling addict.
Barty Crouch looked at Belvina with equal surprise, as if he were seeing her for the first time; Mr. Crouch's eyes were filled with curiosity.
Belvina Black, whose head was usually held high, now hung low as if she wanted to bury it in her chest, and even her toes curled up awkwardly. The three-bedroom apartment was about to be completed.