It was not just the ground that was affected. When the Fire Dragons, unable to see, vented their rage, they also opened their Blood basin mouths toward the circular stands.
Fortunately, the Magical Energy Field released by Dumbledore blocked the dragon breath the Fire Dragons spewed, and the spectators in the circular stands were spared.
Even so, the feeling of that dragon breath being right in front of them still made many spectators' hearts tighten.
Viktor Krum threw himself sharply to the side, dodging the dragon breath sprayed by the Norwegian Ridgeback.
He sprang nimbly to his feet and raised his Wand toward the sky.
Ludo Bagman noticed it and hurriedly looked up at the sky. Only when a Flying Broomstick flew into the arena did he break into a grin as well.
"Sure enough, it's a Flying Broomstick!" he shouted, slapping the table. "Krum hasn't let everyone down!"
"He's summoned his own Flying Broomstick! It looks as though he intends to pass between the two Fire Dragons and charge toward the Golden Egg!"
Viktor Krum mounted the Flying Broomstick and drove it up into the sky. The spectators all looked up, their gazes following Krum's figure closely.
Ludo Bagman stood up, letting out an excited cry. "A very beautiful accelerating sprint!"
"Careful!" His face changed at once when he saw the Norwegian Ridgeback raise its head and spew dragon breath.
Viktor Krum's expression was utterly focused. He naturally noticed the dragon breath close at hand and immediately drove the Flying Broomstick into an evasive maneuver.
"A very magnificent sideways dodge!" Ludo Bagman shouted excitedly. "His reactions are extremely fast! He dodged that sudden blast of dragon breath!"
"Oh! Merlin's beard! In the blink of an eye, he's already swept past the two Fire Dragons! Next comes the downward dive!"