Dragon-Facing Magic: Everyone Here Is Trash

The fierce flames swept in all directions, and the enormous impact caused the entire enclosure to tremble slightly.

Phoebe Delacour, who was battling the Welsh Green Dragon in Zone 2, saw Aaron engulfed in flames and nearly dropped her Wand.

What happened? The connections are gone just like that?

She felt a mix of emotions, and even overlooked her opponent.

After all, in her opinion, if he hadn't been trying to distract the Swedish Short-Snout Dragon, he might not have died.

The hunting grounds fell silent instantly, all the spectators turning pale with shock at the power of the combined Dragon Fire.

As for Aaron who were directly hit, they dared not even think about it; no one could survive such terrifying flames.

"He cast an Iron Armor Charm on himself," Ludo Bagman said, his voice trembling. "Perhaps it will save his life!"

"Stop deceiving yourself." Karkaroff, unusually, did not gloat, and said in a deep voice, "How strong can the Iron Armor Charm of a level 4 Warlock be? It absolutely cannot withstand the Dragon Fire spewed by the three-headed dragon together."

"Miss Klein ..." Dumbledore stopped.

"Shh!" Adrian made a shushing gesture, then looked with interest at the center of the flames.

A figure stood motionless in place, as if the flames that engulfed him had no effect on him whatsoever.

"That's impossible," Barty Crouch murmured in astonishment. "Even Iron Man would have turned to molten iron by now."

"I knew it." Adrian smiled calmly. "With his abilities, he could have easily dodged before the Dragon Fire fell, but he didn't make any move, which means he had a way to defend himself."

"Mr. Gaius is still alive! This is incredible!" Ludo Bagman shouted, and the audience stared in disbelief at the arena before erupting into a huge cheer.

"I knew he wouldn't succeed!" Draco exclaimed excitedly, gesturing wildly. "Slytherin!"

Professor Snape slowly sat down, casually putting the Wand he had just drawn into his pocket.

Hermione quietly wiped away her tears and continued watching the game as if nothing had happened.

"A dragon's lungs can breathe fire, its scales can melt fire, and its claws can envelop fire." Aaron, who was bathing in Dragon Fire, couldn't help but stretch.

The Dragon Fire didn't cause him any harm, but the enormous impact still caused him some trouble.

That is to say, his physical fitness has been elevated to the peak of human ability, and it is not certain that he could withstand it.

Aaron emerged from the flames, appearing unharmed in everyone's sight.

"How... how did you do that?" Phoebe asked in astonishment.

Instead of worrying about this, you should worry about the Welsh Green Dragon behind you!

"Huh?"

Before Phoebe could react, a dragon claw swept over and sent her flying several meters away.

However, the Iron Armor Charm on her body worked, preventing him from suffering any harm, though he did look a bit disheveled.

"Miss Delacour, could you please hurry up?"

"If I hadn't promised my sister I'd be the last to finish my event, I wouldn't be in this miserable state now."

Just as Phoebe was about to speak, she saw the Swedish Short-Snout Dragon open its blood-red maw and pounce on Aaron.

"Careful."

Aaron shrugged, clenched his right fist, and swung it forcefully the moment the Swedish Short-Snout bit him.

"The Fire Dragon's Iron Fist".

With a muffled thud, the right side of the Swedish Short-Snout's face contorted, and it uncontrollably emitted a painful hiss.

A right hook made him doubt Long Sheng. The punch felt incredibly heavy, almost exactly like the punch of another of its kind. It was definitely not something a human could throw.

Aaron unconsciously clenched his fist and then stretched out his fingers.

This was his first time using Dragon-Slaying Magic to fight a dragon, and it felt... pretty good.

Although revealing the Dragon-Slaying Magic was out of necessity, these three Dragon just wouldn't listen to reason!

The Hungarian Horntail Dragon and the Swedish Short-Snout Dragon roared simultaneously, spewing out Dragon Fire.

Aaron took a deep breath, flames spilling from the corner of his mouth, and a red Magic Array engraved with a dragon pattern flashed past in front of him.

"The Fire Dragon's Roar".

Crimson flames erupted from his mouth, colliding with the two Dragon Fire in mid-air. The crimson shockwave painted the sky above the arena crimson.

This clash seemed evenly matched, but Aaron knew that a wide-range roar had consumed more than 10% of his Magical Energy, meaning that if things continued like this, he would soon be a sitting duck.

The audience was stunned, and many of them were speechless with disbelief.

This is not Incendio; magic that can rival Dragon Breath breath is wielded by a level 4 Warlock.

Smack! Smack! Smack!

Adrian smiled and clapped. "The significance of the First Task has been achieved. It's a very peculiar magic that even Uncle Jeans probably doesn't know about."

"What kind of magic is this?" Dumbledore asked curiously, as he had never heard of anyone spewing flames more terrifying than Dragon Fire without Wand.

"How would I know? But I guess it's magic specifically used to fight dragons," Adrian said thoughtfully. "It seems he learned it during his travels, keeping it a secret even from me, his older sister."

"Traveler?" Karkaroff asked tentatively. "What traveller?"

No comment.

Karkaroff gave an awkward laugh and didn't ask any more questions.

"Delacour, stop staring!"

"This magic consumes mana, and I can't hold on for long. You'd better get the Golden Egg before I can't take it anymore," Aaron said bluntly. "Let me make this clear: I'll get my Golden Egg before my mana runs out, and then you're on your own."

"Understood." Phoebe looked at the Welsh Green Dragon that was ignoring her with disdain, and unconsciously tightened her Wand on her wand.

Although she appeared strong on the surface, she wasn't very confident herself.

Veela's bloodline endowed her with a certain charm, but the prerequisite for using this magic is to be undisturbed. However, the arena is now comparable to a battlefield, making it extremely difficult to achieve this condition.

"I need a quiet environment," Phoebe said abruptly.

"Then you can just cast a Silencing Charm. Don't tell me you don't even know this spell?"

"What I mean is, don't let the other dragons bother me, Ai Bai?"

"Hey! Hey! Hey!"

Watch your tone; you're the one begging me now.

Phoebe's expression changed slightly, and she said through gritted teeth, "I'm begging you."

"That's more like it."

Aaron said nonchalantly, then drew the three-headed dragon's attention away from area two as much as possible.

However, he lured away both the Chinese Fireball and the Hungarian Horntail Dragon, but the Swedish Short-Snout Dragon was still hesitating between him and Phoebe.

Seeing this, Aaron decisively raised a middle finger and made a muffled sound.

A simple syllable enraged the three-headed dragon—no, to be precise, the four-headed dragon—and even the Welsh Green Dragon was provoked, roaring as it charged toward Aaron. However, it had only reached halfway to the edge of Zone Two when a pale blue barrier rose up and blocked it.

"What did you do?" Phoebe asked angrily. She was about to cast Silencing Charm when the Welsh Green Dragon went berserk, scaring her into not daring to move.

"I didn't do anything." Aaron conjured a sword and shield while dodging the attacks of the three adult Dragon. "I just said in Dragon Language that everyone standing here is trash."

Fortunately, the Antipodean Opaleye lies flat, otherwise I suspect there would be one more enemy.

Phoebe:...

"What a madman."

"Heh!" Aaron scoffed dismissively. "If I were you, I would have taken that Dragon Egg while I was still holding it."

Phoebe paused for a moment, looking at the Welsh Green Dragon rushing back to guard the Dragon Egg, and a few clear black lines appeared on her face.

Taking a deep breath, Phoebe waved her Wand and cast a sound-blocking spell near the Welsh Green Dragon, then used hypnotic magic with the fastest speed she had ever used.

Compared to her, Aaron's situation was much more stimulating.

The three-headed adult Dragon seemed to realize that its Dragon Fire were not very effective against it, so it simply attacked with its powerful body.

Aaron barely managed to hold them off with his Transfiguration and exceptional physical abilities, only resorting to Dragon-Slaying Magic as a last resort, as it was too mana-intensive.

Seven or eight minutes later, Ludo Bagman's excited voice came from the referee's stand. "Miss Delacour has won the Golden Egg! The fourth Champion has successfully completed the competition."

The audience cheered enthusiastically for her. Although Aaron became the focus of the entire arena with her unbelievable fighting style, it did not mean that she did not try her best.

She passed the competition without injury, and her performance was excellent compared to the top three Champion.

In Zone Two, Phoebe almost burst into tears while holding the Golden Egg.

It's really tough. The three senior Warlock were evenly matched, but the competition rules are just too unfair.

First, the weakest, Harry Potter, used his flying technique to get the Golden Egg, leaving the fiercest, the Hungarian Horntail Dragon, on the field. Then, Krum got the Golden Egg, leaving the Chinese Fireball, who was extremely angry due to its eye injury, on the field. Finally, it was Cedric Diggory's Swedish Short-Snout Dragon...

The problem is that both the Red Ball Dragon and the Swedish Short-Snout Statue targeted her, forcing her hypnotic magic to stop each time.

If it weren't for the fact that there was a random person in the team who was constantly drawing hatred towards her, she would have suspected that she was being targeted.

Maxime, on the referee's bench, breathed a heavy sigh of relief. Phoebe's ability to successfully retrieve the Golden Egg under such circumstances had already proven her capabilities; she faced far more pressure than the top three Champion.

"The time has finally come." Aaron was so excited that he almost cried tears of joy, and he ran as fast as he could towards area four.

Being sandwiched by a three-headed dragon is no joke, but now as long as we get the Golden Egg guarded by the Antipodean Opaleye, everything will be over.

The final level was cleared without any major accidents, so Sister Adrian's requirements were met.

Click!

At this moment, the magical barrier in area two was lifted, and the Welsh Green Dragon seemed to sense something and slowly stood up.

It glanced at Phoebe Delacour, who was holding the Golden Egg, before turning its attention to Aaron, who was running at full speed.

The Welsh Green Dragon is the least troublesome of the Dragon, and it even tends to avoid humans, but Aaron's words in Dragon Language just now really angered it.