The triumphant Viktor Krum seemed to have forgotten about the dragon's keen sense of smell.
Even though it could not see anything, the Chinese Fireball Dragon's tail still accurately swept toward the approaching Viktor Krum.
He was not sent flying. He chose to withstand the blow with his exceptional physical conditioning.
Waves of shocked cries rose from the stands, faces filled with disbelief.
The spell's effect on its vision was limited, but Viktor Krum still chose to use the Ocular Impairment Curse on the dragon's eyes.
After five or six consecutive spells, the Chinese Fireball Dragon's movements had noticeably slowed.
It squeezed its eyes shut and relied on its crimson scales to defend against the spells.
Then, heavy breaths came from the lion-like nose on its face, as though it were preparing something.
Viktor Krum hurriedly accelerated toward the Golden Egg, because its nostrils had fired a mushroom-shaped fireball.
While running, he lowered his center of gravity and crouched down.
His left leg stretched straight out while his right leg bent, allowing him to dodge the incoming fireball and slide forward at the same time.
There was more than one fireball. It was a whole barrage.
Yet every one of them exploded on the ground behind Viktor Krum. They could not catch up to him as he slid forward.
With its eyes closed, the Chinese Fireball Dragon let out a roar, and an even larger barrage of fireballs erupted from its nostrils.
"Bang, bang, bang—" The fireballs exploded one after another across the ground, leaving behind a pockmarked trail.
Just as Viktor Krum reached the dragon's feet and was about to succeed, a thick tail came crashing down from above.
He was lucky. If he had not pressed a hand against the ground to stop himself in time, that tail,