The little girl had the same cloud-like silver hair as Fleur, confirming Harry's guess—she was Fleur's younger sister.
Fleur's words also confirmed Harry's thoughts:
"Harry, please help me. Save my sister too. I don't need the points."
Even if Fleur had not asked, Harry would have saved her sister.
Harry's body blurred as he swam toward Hermione and Fleur's sister.
Within the merpeople's village, many merpeople patrolled with spears in hand. But when they saw the Magic Dragon Harry had transformed into, they cried out in alarm and immediately fled the village.
Merpeople were intelligent magical beings. They knew what was good and bad, understood danger, and would immediately abandon their actions when they saw that things could not be done.
They had merely been hired by the Ministry of Magic to guard the "treasures" taken from the four Champions. Not only were these not real treasures, but even if they had been genuine jewels, they would not have stopped the merpeople from fleeing.
What a joke. How much was this job paying? Was it worth risking their lives for?
That was a legendary dragon, and it seemed capable of casting magic as well. At a hundred meters long, it was simply not something they could fight.
So, honestly handing over the treasures was the correct choice.
Harry moved forward and stretched out his other claw, directly grasping Hermione and Fleur's sister.
He wrapped the water around his palm, eventually forming an oxygen-filled bubble. Once the two Witches entered the bubble, they quickly woke up.
They opened their eyes groggily, only to find an incomparably massive Magic Dragon before them, filling their entire field of vision.
Staring at the dragon's mouth full of sharp teeth and its savage horns, the two Witches were terrified.
Why was this happening?
Weren't they