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"But we also need to consider one thing..." Draco narrowed his eyes slightly, a trace of disgust flashing between his brows. "They... obviously know about this too."

Harry nodded. He understood that by "they," Draco meant Karkaroff and Seraphina Picquery.

"Would they really go that far?" Cedric sounded somewhat puzzled. "After all, he's the headmaster of a wizarding school..."

"Actually, he's already done something like that..." Draco shrugged, as though it were only natural.

"Didn't Wizet become the so-called 'Champion of the sixth wizarding school' because of Karkaroff and Picquery?"

"It's just that, to save everyone's face, some things can't be said outright... Anyway, I don't mind assuming the worst of certain people."

"What if Karkaroff opposes it?" Harry thought of a possibility. "After all, Krum is Durmstrang's Champion."

"If our opponent turns out to be a dragon..." Wizet said, "and we're allowed to use Flying Broomsticks, there's something else we need to pay attention to."

Harry, Draco, and Cedric asked in unison, "What is it?"

"The size of dragons..." Wizet said. "Hungarian Horntails and Norwegian Ridgebacks are similar in size, with an average body length of fifty feet."

"Hebridean Blacks are smaller, but they're still thirty feet long. Swedish Short-Snouts average twenty-five feet, while ordinary Welsh Green Dragons are eighteen feet..."

"Try to imagine it..." Wizet waved his wand, and thick mist poured from its tip.

The mist spread through the classroom, transforming into a dragon made of fog.

Cedric, Draco, and Harry instinctively swallowed. Although the mist dragon was curled up in a corner of the classroom, it still gave them a sense of crushing pressure.

"This was one of the dragons I encountered in North America... a Swedish Short-Snout," Wizet said. "That's roughly what it felt like..."

"It's huge..." Harry could not help saying. "And it's still