Inside the tent, the three Champion felt inexplicably relieved to hear the cheers outside, even though they didn't know how Harry had managed to take the Golden Egg right under the dragon's nose.
Especially the next one to appear, Phoebe, will be dealing with the relatively docile Welsh Green Dragon, which is arguably the easiest challenge for her.
Bagman's deep voice rang out. "An outstanding performance. Now, please give your scores, judges!"
The three Champion didn't know Harry's score, but he used about 10 minutes from start to finish, so his score shouldn't be too low.
Therefore, it is crucial to compress the time to within 10 minutes.
A crisp whistle rang out again, followed by Bagman's deep voice. "Miss Delacour, please come on stage."
Phoebe stepped out of the tent with trepidation. The Welsh Green Dragon, like the Swedish Short-Snout Dragon, paid no attention to her.
Instead of approaching the dragon like Harry did, she picked up her wand and aimed it at it.
Without uttering the incantation, she cast a Nonverbal spells.
The Welsh Green Dragon, struck, shook its massive head, its eyelids, covered in green scales, slowly closing.
Ordinary hypnotic spells cannot work on dragons, but Phoebe's wand core is a Veela hair, so the spells she casts will have some of the Veela's magical properties attached to them.
She also used the technique of Nonverbal Spellcasting, the effect of which was no less than that of spoken spells.
Seeing the fire dragon gradually slump down and become drowsy, the spectators in the stands all thought it was a sure thing.
Phoebe thought so too, and she rushed toward the Golden Egg with her wand in hand.
"Roar!" The Welsh Green Dragon suddenly raised its head high and roared. Its voice was beautiful and melodious, not like an aggressive howl.
The hypnotic spell failed, and soon, another incredibly accurate spell struck the fire dragon, but this time it only blinked a few times.
Phoebe suddenly stopped and stood still.
Welsh Green Dragon don't go looking for trouble and generally avoid humans.
However, the fire dragon in front of Phoebe was clearly not in a good mood; its eyes were wide open, as if it were angry.
"Individual differences?" She gave a wry smile and remained motionless.
The fire dragon hadn't paid any attention to her from the beginning, so it probably didn't know who had cast the hypnotic spell.
The ideal is beautiful, but the reality is that the fire dragon is staring intently at Phoebe, as if it already knows it's her.
"No!" she screamed and quickly cast the Shield Charm, only to be struck by a large claw and forced to retreat.
This force was clearly provoked.
The angry fire dragon opened its huge mouth and spewed out a large amount of flames from between its thin upper and lower jaws.
As soon as Phoebe stood firm, she was engulfed by flames.
The audience couldn't help but feel a little worried for her.
Although the Welsh Green Dragon's breath is just regular fire, it's still very difficult to defend against when it hits such a large area.
Before the flames died down, a figure ran out of them.
It was Phoebe. She wasn't in good condition; she was covered in soot and dirt, a large section of her robe on the left side was burned off, and her exposed arm was bright red.
No one expected it to turn out this way.
The Welsh Green Dragon, which should have been the easiest to defeat, was enraged and even chose to launch an attack with its breath.
Madame Maxime, sitting on the referee's stand, watched with great concern as Phoebe narrowly dodged the second wave of breath.
The fire dragon was completely enraged. If this continued, not only would it not be able to take the Golden Egg, but it might not even survive.
Sitting next to her, Bagman said regretfully through Sonorus, "It seems Miss Delacour is not willing to give up and wants to try again."
Phoebe was already struggling to dodge the breath attacks, but her path was indeed getting closer little by little.
The Welsh Green Dragon saw through her thoughts and spewed even more flames in front of her.
Surrounded by flames, Phoebe was completely out of options and could only try to make the Shield Charm even bigger.
"Oh my god!" Hermione exclaimed from the stands, covering her mouth. "She'll be alright, right?"
Vincent's brow furrowed deeper. "There's Dragon Tamer on the field, she'll be fine."
Logically speaking, the Welsh Green Dragon should not be easily provoked.
Harry's smooth spell combo only resulted in the Swedish Short-Snout Dragon lashing his tail, and Phoebe's Nonverbal spells were so powerful that she shouldn't have been detected.
Vincent stared worriedly at the flames that covered almost half the arena, as if he could see the Phoebe being scorched.
Half a minute later, the Dragon Tamer finally couldn't hold back any longer.
The four of them quickly took action, but the Welsh Green Dragon, whose neck was tightly bound by chains, continued to breathe fire.
Charlie this, Charlie had no choice but to cast several Stunning Spell on its relatively vulnerable stomach before it finally stopped breathing.
"Roar!" The Welsh Green Dragon's roar was no longer melodious and pleasant, but instead full of aggression.
It opened its mouth wide and bit down hard on the chain, trying to break free of its restraints.
The Dragon Tamer tried everything they could, and finally, with the help of Moody and several other Dragon Tamer, they managed to calm it down.
The field was a mess, the ground charred and cracked from the fire.
Amidst the billowing smoke, Phoebe knelt on the ground, her fair face flushed red, and her left arm, hanging down, was badly burned.
If the Dragon Tamer had taken action any later, she would likely have suffered severe burns all over her body, or even burned to death.
"Please give a score, judge."
Viktor Krum and Draco inside the tent laughed simultaneously.
Regardless of whether Phoebe ultimately succeeded in taking the Golden Egg, she spent nearly half an hour in total, so her score must be lower Harry's.
After a brief silence, thunderous applause erupted again, followed by a third crisp whistle.
"Now it's Mr. Krum's turn to appear."
"Viktor— " Draco raised his eyes slightly and called out to Viktor Krum, who was about to enter the arena, "It'll be over in 10 minutes. We will definitely beat Potter."
Viktor Krum smiled confidently, "I will win."
After he stepped out of the tent, Draco began to think about how to mock Harry after the match.
If even a weakling like Scarhead can clear the game smoothly, Viktor Krum is definitely going to win.
But what's happening now isn't Quidditch, it's the Triwizard Tournament.
The Champion will have to face one of the most dangerous creatures in the Wizarding World.
On the field,
The moment Viktor Krum raised his wand, he was spotted by the Chinese Fireball Dragon.
His staff tip swiftly aimed at the fire dragon's eye, unleashing a powerful Ocular Impairment Curse.
Why do fire dragons have scales covering their eyelids? Because this is another weak point besides their belly.
Moreover, it is a very fatal weakness.
However, the Ocular Impairment Curse is not an offensive spell; on the contrary, it is a disruptive spell.
The Chinese Fireball Dragon, its vision obstructed, frantically pounded the air, seemingly unaware of the rapidly approaching Viktor Krum.