The instinctive fear was hard to overcome, and Draco turned his neck with all his might, subconsciously searching for his parents.
Lucius and Narcissa were in the stands to his left, both with worried expressions, especially Narcissa, who, as a mother, had tears in her eyes.
"Thump—" The tail of the Hungarian Horntail slapped the ground casually, as if issuing a warning.
Draco's throat bobbed, and he stiffly turned his neck back.
Staring at him by such a colossal creature, he simply didn't have the courage to pick up his wand.
"Is he scared out of his wits?"
"Oh dear~ He might have already peed his pants~"
Draco clenched his fists upon hearing that familiar voice.
His actions caused the fire dragon to slowly stand up, its enormous shadow instantly enveloping the entire arena.
This shadow also loomed over his heart.
Images of himself being engulfed by flames, torn apart by claws, and flattened by a tail inexplicably flashed through his mind.
We can't let this stalemate continue!
Draco trembled as he took out his wand.
He had a sure way to win: a Mithril Amulet he kept in his pocket.
Not only is it completely immune to the fire dragon's breath, but it can also automatically defend against sudden physical attacks.
"Huff, huff—" Draco's breathing became heavier, and he tried to raise his wand but could not.
The Mithril Amulet is one of the top magical artifacts passed down through the Malfoy Family, and it will surely help him pass the game smoothly, just as his father said.
But when faced with a real fire dragon, especially the most ferocious Hungarian Horntail, he could never muster the courage to overcome his fear.
The situation reached a stalemate once again, and the spectators in the stands couldn't help but start complaining.
"It's been 10 minutes, why hasn't Malfoy made a move yet?"
"I told you his Champion qualification was obtained through his rich dad. Maybe he was planning to wait until the fire dragon was exhausted before swaggering over and taking the Golden Egg."
Ten minutes have passed.
Draco's pale face gradually regained its color.
Yes, he lost, lost to the so-called the Chosen One, lost to that Scarhead Potter.
As for Wayne, needless to say, the gap between them is as large as the gap between him and the Hungarian Horntail.
What makes a Muggle-born wizard so special?
He is the heir to the Malfoy Family! A holy and noble Pure-blood Wizard!
Vincent in the stands, was inexplicably being stared at intently by him.
Finally, there was some movement, Gerry, quickly pointed the camera at the direction Draco was looking.
At that moment, the global Wizarding World fell silent.
Vincent's lips twitched. The huge projection screens in the stands were all showing him, and even the surrounding audience was looking at him.
It was so awkward, extremely awkward.
Draco's fierce expression wasn't directed at the dragon, but rather at a certain spectator in the stands.
The news about "Triwizard Tournament" had barely been updated when it was quickly replaced by "The Resentful Gaze of the Malfoy Champion".
Vincent, who had inexplicably become the focus of the match, could only hope that the restless Hungarian Horntail would do something soon, even just stretching would be better than the current situation.
Perhaps Merlin heard his sincere prayers, for the fire dragon impatiently spread its enormous wings, enough to cover the entire arena.
Draco instinctively looked back and saw the dragon dig its sharp claws into the ground and throw a handful of pebbles at him.
"Shield Charm!" He instinctively cast the Shield Charm, staggering as he blocked the thrown stones.
After such a long standoff, neither retreating nor attacking, the fire dragon seems to be angry.
Another handful of pebbles was thrown at him, this time with much greater speed and force, Draco hurriedly ran to the side.
"Bang bang bang—"
He glanced back at the large craters that had been smashed into the ground, and the image of himself being smashed into a pulp flashed through his mind.
No, I'm going to die.
He ran frantically along the edge of the field, terrified of being hit by falling rocks.
At that moment, he unleashed unprecedented potential, circling the fire dragon for more than a dozen rounds until his physical strength reached its limit, and he suddenly collapsed to the ground.
"Shit!"
Draco cursed with all his might before being engulfed by countless falling rocks.
Lucius, who was in the stands, couldn't sit still any longer and stood up anxiously.
He knew the Mithril Amulet could protect his son, and he also knew why his son dared not take action.
Some things seem easy, but are actually very difficult to do.
If the first two Champion had performed better, Draco wouldn't have been so afraid that he wouldn't have dared to move.
The Hungarian Horntail stopped throwing and stretched its neck to observe curiously.
It was enough to deal with a weak little wizard who dared not attack, but it did not expect that the other party would be unharmed.
Even Draco himself didn't expect it. He crouched down, covering his head, surrounded by rubble that had been knocked down.
It works! The Mithril Amulet really works!
His surging confidence banished the countless ways he could die from his mind, leaving only the image of him swaggering away and taking the Golden Egg right in front of the fire dragon.
Despite still panting heavily, Draco stood up with an elegant posture.
"Merlin's beard!" Bagman exclaimed in astonishment. "What happened? Why are the Malfoy Champion unharmed?"
Not only him, but wizards around the world watching the live stream were also astonished.
The stands were completely silent; everyone was too surprised to speak.
Even the twins who had been mocking and insulting him were completely stunned.
Even Gerry, who was in charge of the live broadcast, forgot to switch the camera, and even the four Dragon Tamer on the field were stunned.
It wasn't until the Hungarian Horntail spread its enormous wings again that everyone came to their senses.
It watched Draco stroll over leisurely, a rumbling sound like a volcano about to erupt emanating from deep within its throat.
With a deafening roar, flames that seemed to come from hell instantly engulfed half the arena.
If there were no defensive magic in front of the stands, its flames could probably continue indefinitely.
But amidst the crimson flames, Draco emerged unharmed once again.
A faint smile played on his lips, making him look completely different from before.
Lucius gracefully sat back down and gently patted Narcissa's hand.
"Our son is alright."
The Mithril Amulet passed down from my ancestors is highly effective, and I should be able to pass the level smoothly without any unexpected problems.
And indeed, that was the case. Draco strolled slowly closer, while the dragon shut its mouth and stopped breathing.
It exhaled hot white smoke from its nostrils and lowered its head to quietly watch the tiny figure below.
Its thick, spiky tail suddenly lashed out, only to be bounced into the air by some unseen barrier.
One time, one time, and another.
It seemed that the Hungarian Horntail was completely helpless and could only watch as Draco beneath it approached the Golden Egg step by step.