The Least Difficult?

Inside the tent, the three champions all felt inexplicably reassured when they heard the cheers outside, even though they had no idea how Harry had taken the Golden Egg from beneath the dragon's very nose.

Especially Pheobe, who was up next. She had to face the relatively mild-tempered Welsh Green Dragon, which could practically be called the least difficult challenge.

Bagman's rich voice rang out. "An outstanding performance! Now, judges, please score it!"

The three champions did not know Harry's score, but he had taken roughly ten minutes from start to finish, so his score could not have been too low.

That made keeping their time under ten minutes crucial.

A clear whistle sounded again, followed by Bagman's booming voice. "Miss Delacour, please enter the arena."

Pheobe walked out of the tent uneasily. Like the Swedish Short-Snout Dragon, the Welsh Green Dragon did not pay her any attention.

Rather than approach the dragon as Harry had, she raised her wand and aimed it at the beast.

Without speaking an incantation, she cast a Nonverbal spell.

The struck Welsh Green Dragon swayed its enormous head, and its eyelids, covered in green scales, slowly closed.

Ordinary sleeping spells could not affect dragons, but Pheobe's wand core was a Veela hair. To a certain extent, the spells she cast carried the magical traits of Veela.

She had also used nonverbal casting, and its effect was no weaker than a spoken spell.

Seeing the dragon gradually slump down in drowsiness, the spectators in the stands all thought she had it in the bag.

Pheobe thought so too. Wand in hand, she rushed toward the Golden Egg.

"Roar!" The Welsh Green Dragon suddenly raised its head high and let out a roar. Its voice was beautiful and pleasant, unlike an aggressive howl.

The sleeping spell