Wood Release-Wood Dragon Technique (Thanks to Maqueyangyu for the Love-Powered Support! Thank You!)
Thanks to Headmaster Dumbledore's intervention, the Durmstrang Institute Champion all returned safely to the Quidditch arena the instant they were devoured by the Thousand-Li Giant Crab.
Karkaroff breathed a sigh of relief. So what if they lost the first match? At least they were alive. It's just a zero. Durmstrang has won before.
The Champion of Wagadu were doing relatively well, though not as well as the Champion of the Hogwarts Academy. However, after several days of fighting against the natives and the venomous snakes, they had gained a slight advantage.
They all felt that they had regressed somewhat, reverting to the wild state of their cannibalistic ancestors.
Now they are all wearing aprons made of leaves, barefoot, with their heads covered in white powder, shouting "wah wah wah" and hopping around, just like the best-selling products back then.
The Champion of the Ilvermorny felt as if they had returned to the era of their ancestors. Facing the natives of the Deep-Eyed Country, they all felt as if they had transformed into town sheriffs, genuine old-generation American rednecks, recalling the days when their ancestors wielded hunting rifles and swaggered at the natives Tenten.
"Oh, shit! Those filthy natives attacked us again last night and burned down our last tent! We'll have to sleep on the ground tonight!"
"Watch out, Bob! Get out of the way of the rocks!"
"I've had enough! Can't they use other methods of attack? Every day it's the same old sneak attacks followed by throwing stones!"
"Quick! Use the Fire-Making Spell! Burn them to death!"
"I should learn some Dark Magic, at least I could spread some plagues on them!"
"Look, Albus, they're still as arrogant as ever, aren't they? Bullying the weak—it's a flaw they'll never change!" Offstage, Grindelwald sat in the chair next to Headmaster Dumbledore, poured himself a glass of whiskey, elegantly raised the glass, and took a sip. "This reminds me of that underground station from back then. Ridiculous, pathetic—the mighty Ministry of Magic of the US, and not a single one of them dared to step forward!"
"Please remember your place, Professor Graves. This is not our business..." Headmaster Dumbledore turned and glanced at Grindelwald, reminding him of his current role. He already had enough on his plate: the Dark Lord, Hell, the school, Harry, Su Yu, the Ministry of Magic...
He no longer cared about wizards' arrogance and prejudice; it was something he couldn't change anyway. The magical world was far too filthy.
The Champion of the Castelobruxo in Brazil rode their respective mounts—bears, tigers, cheetahs, and elephants—followed by a dozen or so mountain wolves.
They recently planned a full-scale attack on the Black Serpent to completely annihilate this group of monstrous pythons. However, they did not notice that more and more Black Serpent were quietly gathering around them, and it seemed that both sides had the same goal.
Students at the Koldovstoretz in Russia have perfectly integrated into their Husband Country. They treat the local natives like brothers every day, fighting with each other during the day to exercise, and drinking and dancing until they are completely drunk and unconscious.
They've completely forgotten why they're even here; all they do every day is shout "Hurrah!" and drink!
If you get drunk at night, just wake up the next morning and clear your head; the headache will be gone. Have a small drink at noon, until your face is flushed, and then the main event is at night—you can't sleep without drinking until you're passed out!
Smash! This is the fifth table that Ladimir Voronov has smashed in anger outside the arena, but we haven't counted the twenty-seven chairs, sixteen kettles, and fifty-three cups yet.
After slamming the table, Ladimir Voronov skillfully pulled out a gold coin and tossed it to the House-elf of Hogwarts who had been waiting nearby. Then he picked up a bottle of vodka, gulped down a large mouthful, smacked his lips, and began to berate his students again, calling them a bunch of good-for-nothings. He wondered where they learned to drink so much, calling them a bunch of alcoholics!
Following Cho Chang's suggestion a few days ago, Su Yu and his group all agreed to set off together on the Wood Dragon. Young Master Malfoy was reluctant to let go of his Deer Shu, so Su Yu simply brought along the twenty Deer Shu as well, since a little more or less wouldn't make a difference.
The Wood Dragon was incredibly fast. Under Su Yu's manipulation, several rooms were hollowed out in the middle of the Wood Dragon. The open-air room was used to house the Deer Shu, and there were also a bathroom, bedroom, living room, entertainment room, and even a tea room for the girls.
A colossal Wood Dragon meandered through the Classic of the Southern Mountains, its massive size causing the entire Gui Mountain range to shake violently, creating chaos and disorder wherever it went.
The afternoon sunlight was filtered through layers of branches and leaves, creating scattered golden spots on the forest floor covered with fallen leaves.
The entire forest of Qiwu Mountain is immersed in a lazy tranquility. The hot wind is blocked by the dense canopy outside the forest, leaving only a cool mountain breeze that slowly passes through the branches, carrying the faint fragrance of grass, trees and moist soil.
A few low Gudiao echoed from the deep woods, falling briefly before returning to silence. Occasionally, a withered leaf was swept by the wind, lightly brushing against the ground, the soft rustling sound fading away in an instant.
At the foot of the mountain, a stream flows over bluestone, its sound clear and gentle, meandering slowly along the ravines. Vines climb freely along old tree trunks, and wildflowers bloom quietly beside the grass. There is no noise; the mountain forest slows down the pace of life, and time settles slowly in the green shade, leisurely and peaceful.
In the grass not far away, a husky was lying under a tree, taking a leisurely nap. It looked somewhat like a sheep, but it had no mouth and never ate or drank. No one knew how this animal grew up.
On the other side, a boar that looked like a tiger quietly set its sights on its prey.
With a cow's tail, white head, and horse's hooves, it let out a bark like a dog and pounced on the sleeping little pig, biting its neck. The little pig awoke with a start, finding itself prey. It struggled frantically on all fours to escape, but no matter how hard it tried, how could it possibly escape the pig's clutches?
The pig squinted its eyes contentedly. It could have a good meal tonight; this prey would be enough to feed it for several days.
Just then, a sudden, earth-shaking tremor startled several Gudiao and countless flocks of birds in the forest.
Looking in the direction from which the commotion came, Zhi saw a huge Wood Dragon twisting and turning rapidly through the forest, knocking down countless trees in its path and leaving a deep ditch behind it.
It was so frightened that it turned and ran away, forgetting to take its prey with it. The other boar also escaped death. After realizing that the boar had abandoned it, it quickly fled in another direction.