A Midnight Date, Observing the Dragons / The Dragons' Eyes Must Not Be Harmed

The only one who was a bit difficult to deal with was the proud and self-important Phoebe, but when Harry casually mentioned in front of her that "it doesn't matter if she doesn't participate in the interview," the Half-Veela immediately agreed in a huff.

And so, the fact that the four finalists of the Triwizard Tournament gathered at Three Broomsticks and were interviewed by Rita Skeeter together became the biggest news of the day.

And Harry once again successfully seized control of the news.

Harry knew all too well what the Ministry of Magic and the Daily Prophet were up to.

After that incident, the Daily Prophet was clearly no longer fit to be the first to speak out, which is why Albus Dumbledore and the Ministry of Magic sold off the on-campus interview rights through bidding, trying to seduce the Quibbler into being the sucker.

But they didn't expect that Harry had no intention of stealing the spotlight on campus. They failed to trick Harry, but instead tricked Witch Weekly.

The fact that The Witch Weekly has no powerful backers means they don't dare to delve into the details and juicy gossip of this competition. Besides, these Champion aren't exactly obedient kids, and none of them will be manipulated by that incompetent reporter.

Therefore, even if "The Quibbler" couldn't get the right to conduct interviews on campus, it could still become the biggest news outlet for the Triwizard Tournament, making a fortune in no time.

Of course, Harry didn't care at all about the specific content of Rita Skeeter's interview. Although she was a shameless reporter who was good at spreading rumors and causing trouble, she at least knew Harry's bottom line and knew how to grab attention to the maximum extent within Harry's tolerance.

For example, Phoebe, who's recently been looking for a male companion, has set her sights on Roger Davis, the Ravenclaw Quidditch captain, after failing to seduce Cedric Diggory. And then there's Viktor Krum, who, despite his gloomy and aloof exterior, is actually a secretly horny guy who thoroughly enjoys signing autographs on female fans' lingerie...

The general public doesn't really care whether these news stories are true or false; they just want to hear some fun related to the competition. Harry just let Rita Skeeter do whatever she wanted... as long as she doesn't anger those three!

He has more important things to do now, such as studying and cultivating Nagini's snake blood, and someone is about to leave, so Harry needs to help her pack her bags.

That evening in the Forbidden Forest, Harry found Talisa, the werewolf, who was preparing to leave.

Harry had almost finished preparing the protective gear for his group, and several of the werewolf's kin had already begun training in transformation, so Talisa could finally set off with peace of mind.

"Here, put this on."

Before leaving, Harry put a wristband-like thing on Talisa's wrist; it was the result of his and Luna Lovegood's hard work.

The wristband is made entirely of pure silver, incorporating many special metals. Its exterior is engraved with exquisite openwork patterns and intricate magic circles, and one can faintly sense an extraordinary fluctuation.

"Ugh..." The moment she put on the wristband, Talisa felt a slight stinging sensation, but it quickly disappeared.

"I referenced some of my wand's design to this bracer, so it has a certain 'recognition' property. As long as you actively channel magic into it, it can provide protection," Harry explained with a smile. "But don't underestimate its power. Once its protection is activated, unless the opponent's magic strength exceeds mine, it will be very difficult to break through it in a short time."

The reason this small wristband was so difficult to make was not only because there were so many people on Harry's side, but also because Harry wanted to strive for perfection and provide maximum protection for those around him.

When making this bracer, in addition to taking into account its binding properties, Harry also referenced some principles of the Dark Mark.

The reason why the Werewolf felt a stinging sensation when wearing the bracelet was because the magic on the bracelet was merging with her own magic.

Voldemort's Dark Mark was undoubtedly a very valuable magical artifact to learn from, but Harry couldn't possibly tattoo such a terrifying mark on the people around him, so he thought of making a similar piece of equipment.

Once the Wolf Fairy and her companions are equipped with this item, they can activate the defense by inputting magic. In particularly critical moments—such as when they are struck by the Three Unforgivable Curses —the magic that Harry had stored up in advance in the bracers will also be released to provide everyone with even stronger protection.

And after his and Luna Lovegood's tireless efforts, everyone finally got one of these wonderful items.

"Thank you very much, Lord Granger. I will use it carefully," the wolf beauty said gratefully.

"Also, take this." Harry handed the other person a small briefcase. "It's divided into sections. One half is a small, temperature-controlled incubator containing ten doses of Wolfsbane Potion. You can inject Werewolf you encounter who want to recover early. The other half is an artificial rainforest enchanted with Undetectable Extension Charm; I put the Nundu in there."

"A... Nundu?!" The wolf beauty was startled upon hearing this. "Lord Granger, you don't need to let me take such a ferocious creature with you, do you? I don't think we'll encounter too much danger on this trip..."

"It's always better to be careful, especially since the Nundu aren't just there to protect you; they're there to wipe out those stubborn fools!" Harry's voice grew colder. "If you encounter any who refuse to receive the serum, just unleash the Nundu to kill them! In short, wherever you go on this mission, I don't care about formalities, but Werewolf must be exterminated!!"

"Well... okay, I understand."

Talisa nodded gravely; she knew Harry had decided to have zero tolerance for Werewolf.

Objectively speaking, however, injecting Feral Wolf Serum is absolutely beneficial and harmless to Werewolf.

They will only temporarily lose their magic, just like Lupin did, and the wolf venom in their bodies will be completely eradicated, preventing them from infecting others again.

If they were willing to further cultivate their Humanmagus abilities, they could even gain the power to transform into Werewolf at any time, which would essentially be equivalent to turning themselves into an Animagus capable of transforming into a Magical Creatures.

Furthermore, Harry had previously promised Talisa that Werewolf with nowhere else to hide could seek Harry protection after the injection.

If someone still refuses to receive the serum under these circumstances, it's clear they want to become Werewolf and infect others!

Harry's only policy towards these Werewolf is to kill them all!

"Regarding the Werewolf in China, you could try talking to Lupin; he should be able to provide you with a lot of information. As for those abroad..." Harry for a moment and then said, "Perhaps you could write a letter to someone when you have some free time; he should be able to offer you assistance."

"Um... who was that person?" Talisa asked curiously.

"Rolf Scamander."

Chapter 640 Late-Night Date, Observing the Dragon

Two nights before the preliminary rounds of the Triwizard Tournament, Harry and Hermione were invited to Hagrid's Hut.

Hagrid, having discovered something, was acting all mysterious and insisted that they come and see, specifically instructing them to wear the Invisibility Cloak.

When they arrived, they found Hagrid in the cabin... getting ready.

He specially changed into a new fur coat, and even pinned a huge artichoke to the front. His originally messy hair was tied into an odd ponytail, and even his beard was combed until it was shiny and smooth...

Hmm, Harry took a sniff and realized that Hagrid seemed to have applied machine lubricant to his beard.

"Hagrid, are you dressed like that because you're going on a date tonight?" Hermione immediately saw through Hagrid's plan and shook her head. "If that's the case, you shouldn't have called us over."

"No, no, this has something to do with you," Hagrid hurriedly waved his hands in protest. "Uh... well, I was actually going to see Olympe Maxime, but just for a walk. You two must stay close to me; I promise you'll see something you'll never forget!"

He was so nervous that he was almost incoherent. He anxiously pushed the two of them out of the room with his palm-leaf fan, and then walked nervously toward the nearby Beauxbatons carriage.

"Well, I should have guessed it. He just wanted to go on a date with Olympe Maxime!"

Hermione was speechless as she watched Hagrid nervously tapping lightly on the car door.

Seriously, with the competition about to start, why did she have to come out and watch those two Half-blood- Giant showing off their love?!

"Hagrid, is it time?"

Olympe Maxime opened the door and smiled as soon as she saw Hagrid.

"Good evening." Hagrid smiled in agreement, handed over the flowers in his arms, and then reached out to help the other person down the carriage steps.

The two chatted and laughed as they walked along the edge of the Forbidden Forest. Although Harry and Hermione were puzzled, they decided to follow them and see what was going on.

However, after following her for a while, Harry suddenly covered Hermione's face with the Invisibility Cloak, preventing her from using the Disillusionment Charm continuously.

"Harry, I can't see what's in front of me like this!" Hermione quickly complained in a low voice.

"They've started picking lice off each other, I think you'd better not watch," Harry replied helplessly, Hermione, under the Invisibility Cloak, immediately fell silent.

Half-blood Giant and Giant often have something mixed in with their hair, especially men with thick beards like Hagrid. It's not surprising to find lice or Beetle in their beards.

Half-blood- Giant have somewhat different tastes from pure humans, and Hagrid's own cooking often leaves people speechless... For example, there is a delicious (and dangerous) dish called Rock Cake, which Harry has wanted to use to replace bricks more than once.

Hagrid has always considered lice and Beetle, the "little cuties" he raises on his own body, as delicious and high-quality protein. Little did he know that the dignified and elegant Olympe Maxime also had a taste for them.

In short, after sharing some snacks, Olympe Maxime's gaze towards Hagrid began to soften with affection, while Harry felt this display of affection was probably poisonous...

They walked further and further along the edge of the Forbidden Forest, and soon the castle and the lake were out of sight. Harry and Hermione finally heard a noise.

It sounded like several men were shouting loudly, followed by deafening roars.

"It's the roar of Dragon, and not just one, and they all seem to be in a terrible mood." Harry quickly identified the source of the sound.

"Hagrid, is this what you wanted to show me?" The two Half-blood- Giant had already emerged from the grove, and Olympe Maxime was stunned by the scene before her.

Those were four extremely fierce-looking adult Dragon. They were confined in an area enclosed by wooden planks, standing on their hind legs while constantly emitting ferocious roars!

All of them had sharp fangs in their mouths, and their heads were as high as fifteen meters off the ground. Moreover, each dragon looked different.

The most ferocious of them was a completely black Dragon. It was closest to Hagrid and the others, and it immediately spotted them with its vertical pupils. Then, it opened its mouth and unleashed a violent dragon flame, which frightened Hagrid and Olympe Maxime, who quickly hid to the side.

"This is what I wanted you to see. I told you you would absolutely love it." After they had found a safe place, Hagrid excitedly said to Olympe Maxime, "But please don't tell anyone else that I brought you here, okay? You shouldn't know these things."

"Of course," Olympe Maxime nodded gracefully, though she didn't think so at all.

"Is this what Hagrid wanted us to see?" On the other side, Hermione, hidden beneath the Invisibility Cloak, was also staring in shock at the scene before her.

There were about thirty wizards working together, with seven or eight of them fighting one Dragon. They gripped the huge chains that bound the dragons' legs and necks tightly, trying to keep these big guys in place while constantly casting Stunning Spell on them.

Like rockets, the spell's beam of light instantly illuminated the night sky. As dozens of wizards struggled and Stupefy, the four Dragon finally lost their strength to resist and crashed heavily to the ground, causing a violent tremor.

"Would you like to get a closer look?" Hagrid asked Olympe Maxime excitedly, taking her arm as they walked toward the fence.

"Hagrid?" Just then, a wizard near the fence spotted them; coincidentally, it was Ron's brother, Charles Weasley.

Upon seeing the people beside Hagrid, Charles frowned almost imperceptibly. "I didn't expect you to bring others. Logically speaking, Champion shouldn't know in advance what they're going to face. She might tell her students, right?"

"I just thought she should come and see for herself." Hagrid shrugged casually, but his gaze remained fixed on the Dragon.

"What a romantic date!" Charles shook his head helplessly upon seeing this.

Fine, let it be a leak.

In any case, as far as Charles knows, competitions like the Triwizard Tournament are definitely not without cheating during the competition.

Didn't he himself, through Ginny, reveal information about Dragon to Harry?

Meanwhile, the person Charles had just mentioned who leaked the information had already quietly left with Hermione.

"How are you feeling?" Harry asked curiously on the way back.

"You mean the Dragon, or tonight's date?" Hermione asked with a playful smile. "If it's Dragon, I think I'm perfectly capable of handling them. As for Hagrid's date, that was absolutely terrible; he was just using secrets to curry favor with Olympe Maxime!"

"Indeed, Hagrid has really embarrassed us men. Well then, let me demonstrate what a quality date should be." Harry suddenly grinned mischievously, picked Hermione up in his arms, and swiftly flew into the air with her.

"Miss Granger, let's go stargazing!"

A soft cry echoed through the night sky, and two figures drew ever closer, seemingly dancing among the stars, before falling together towards the secret cabin in the Forbidden Forest...

Chapter 641 The Dragon's Eyes Must Not Be Hurt

The morning before the first game, Will, who seemed to be in a bit of a rush, accidentally bumped into Cedric Diggory, who was rushing to class, in the hallway, and both of their things spilled all over the floor.

"You are Harry's... why are you in such a hurry?" Cedric Diggory, who was squatting on the ground picking up something, asked with some doubt.

He naturally knew Harry, his distant cousin, and of course he wouldn't be angry with him for it.

But what he didn't know was that Will had actually bumped into him on purpose.

"You're going to deal with the Dragon," Will suddenly whispered. "This is the First Task for tomorrow!"

"What?" Cedric Diggory looked up abruptly, seemingly in disbelief.

"It's Dragon!" Will repeated confidently. "Each of you four has one, and you must find a way to get past it!"

"This..." Cedric Diggory stared blankly at Will, a flicker of fear flashing uncontrollably in his gray eyes.

After a long silence, he seemed to recover and asked softly, "Did Harry tell you to tell me? But we shouldn't be..."

"Everyone cheated in this competition!" Will knew what Cedric Diggory was going to say, so he hurriedly explained, "Those Dragon were transported to Hogwarts last night. Harry told me that the headmasters of the other two schools already know, and they will definitely do everything they can to help their school's Champion pass!"

"Okay, I understand." After letting out a long sigh, Cedric Diggory stood up and looked at Will gratefully. "Thank you for telling me all this, and please pass on my thanks to Harry."

He was indeed very grateful to Harry, because if he had been the only one kept in the dark, he could imagine that he would have been the most disheveled Champion tomorrow, and might even have been in grave danger due to lack of preparation.

"I will," Will said, turning to leave. "Oh, and by the way, Harry, one more friendly reminder...it's best not to try to use the Conjunctivitis Curse on Dragon."

"Can't use the Conjunctivitis Curse?" Cedric Diggory was taken aback, but before he could ask further, Will had already trotted away...

"Why can't the Conjunctivitis Curse be used?"

Inside the suitcase in the alchemy lab, Hermione, who had just finished her final sparring session with Norberta, shared the same question.

After she had a... well, I should say a sweet date with Harry last night, Harry rushed back to the Eagle House common room early the next morning to find Will and have him relay the news about the Dragon to Cedric Diggory.

Although Hagrid only leaked the information to Olympe Maxime last night, Harry said that Igor Karkaroff, that cunning fellow, would definitely know about it as well.

Harry also specifically emphasized that Cedric Diggory must not be allowed to use the Conjunctivitis Curse on the Dragon.

This was definitely a very strange instruction, because after so many days of practice, Hermione had already discovered that the Conjunctivitis Curse was one of the most effective spells against Dragon.

Dragon are covered in thick scales and possess excellent magic resistance. Their only weakness is their most vulnerable eyes.

"Using the Conjunctivitis Curse might relatively easily restrain the Dragon, but it could very well affect the final result of the match," Harry asked softly. "Do you remember how Norberta fared after being hit by the Conjunctivitis Curse?"

"Uh... it suddenly couldn't see anything, and it couldn't pinpoint my location at all. Its movements also became extremely violent..." Hermione recalled briefly, but didn't notice anything amiss.

"That's the problem!" Harry said seriously. "Because Dragon often breathe fire using both their noses and mouths, their sense of smell has been damaged and is not sensitive enough. Apart from the Dragon aura emitted by their own kind, they can hardly smell any other scents."