A Stunning Display

Eli waved toward the stands from afar, looking utterly relaxed.

"What is our Champion doing? Is he... greeting them?"

Sirius Black and the others were all astonished by Eli's actions.

Sirius Black waved back at Eli, forcing a smile onto his face, though his facial muscles looked terribly stiff.

Draco Malfoy and Ron Weasley also waved rather awkwardly. The attention from everyone around them, coupled with the restless Hungarian Horntail, made them deeply uncomfortable.

Only Hermione Granger clenched her fists tightly against her legs, rubbing them anxiously. She looked so frantic that she was on the verge of tears.

Eli had never told her that he would be facing a Hungarian Horntail!

Eli focused his attention on his opponent—the Hungarian Horntail.

"What a terrifying creature," Eli murmured in amazement. Its bronze-glinting spikes, bulging muscles, and claws capable of splitting mountains and shattering rocks made it a natural killing machine.

Eli had to admit that if he fought this dragon to the death, he would most likely be the one to die.

When he had faced the Basilisk before, if not for its thousand-year slumber having left it weak, along with Tom's constant interference, it was hard to say who would have won.

Although this Hungarian Horntail was guarding the dragon eggs beneath it, it still displayed a fierce desire to attack.

Eli pointed his Wand at the dragon and began chanting continuously.

Ludo Bagman did not make a sound, afraid that interrupting Eli would cause something terrible to happen.

Eli slowly fed out his magic, like a syringe steadily spreading strange magical power toward the dragon.

He did not rashly use his greatest power. If the fatigue struck too suddenly, it would only trigger the survival instincts of such a savage beast.

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