Vizet and Morgan le Fay's latest clash began, and the situation on the street where Harry and the others were grew complicated as well.
Not only had they run into Luna here, they had also encountered something even more bizarre.
Oliver Wood rode his Flying Broomstick and chanted at the Magical Fireworks in his hand, "Finite Incantatem!"
The Universal Counter-Curse removed the effect of the Water and Fire Resistance Spell, and the Magical Fireworks soaked with rainwater immediately began to burn. The main body of the fireworks kept trembling, as if they might explode and bloom at any moment.
These were Magical Fireworks provided by Fred and George, used much like "Dr. Filibuster's Automatic Fire-Starting, Bloom-in-Water Marvelous Fireworks"—they ignited on contact with water.
But on a rainy day like this, that feature had instead become a shackle, so they first had to cast the Water and Fire Resistance Spell to protect them, then remove the protection to light the Magical Fireworks.
Wood threw the Magical Fireworks toward the Troll and was just about to look for his next target when a ferocious face appeared before his eyes.
It was a dragon!
His eyes flew wide, his pupils shrinking sharply, and his heartbeat seemed to stutter for half a beat. By instinct, he yanked hard on the handle of his Flying Broomstick, keeping it from crashing head-on into the dragon.
The dragon did not seem to notice him. Instead, its gaze locked onto Percy Weasley, who was casting a spell.
"Percy!" Without the slightest hesitation, Wood roared with all his strength, his voice carrying a few tremors. "It's a dragon! Get out of the way!"
Hearing Wood's voice, Percy instinctively looked up. When he saw a Hungarian Horntail appear in the sky, dragonfire already brewing in its throat, his mind went