Popeye Transformation

"It's really true?" Hermione exclaimed in surprise as Professor McGonagall led them around the tent and into the woods.

She thought the tent had cast some kind of spatial expansion spell.

Moreover, as they passed the tent, four deep, fierce roars of beasts suddenly rang out.

The roar didn't come out suddenly, but rather seemed to have been cut off.

This reminded Hermione of Ryan's words, "The soundproofing is excellent."

But this 'separation' is not the kind of sound that prevents the voice from being transmitted, as she understands it.

Instead, it cuts off the sound like a knife cutting through tofu.

She tentatively took a step back.

The roars of the beasts that were escalating suddenly vanished.

"There's more to come," Ryan said, pulling Hermione along.

Luna, who was standing nearby, seemed to sense something and said, "They're all very excited."

She had barely finished speaking.

Immediately, gasps of surprise rang out.

It was a flame that shot high into the sky—a full 50 feet high.

The flame seemed to have stirred up some inexplicable atmosphere.

After three distinct roars of beasts, three flames of different colors followed—a vibrant red, a green flame emitting wisps of green smoke, and a plain, unremarkable bright yellow.

However, their flames did not rise very high, only about 10 feet.

"You know what that is?" Hermione squinted at Luna.

Luna simply shook her head.

He gestured for Hermione to listen carefully. He added, "You should have known sooner."

Ryan nodded. "You should have known sooner."

You have the ability to make fictional deductions.

You may not have noticed.

But your subconscious definitely remembered it.

Follow your instincts.

This is a Care of Magical Creatures that is very common, but rarely seen by wizards in Muggle families.

"A fire dragon?" Hermione exclaimed in surprise.

Several images flashed through her mind. Among them were a few arguments about which dragons the roar came from.

Just now, her attention was focused on Ryan and Luna.

These were ignored.

What species are those fire dragons?

I can only guess one: Hungarian Horntail.

Only it can spew flames that far.

"I think you don't need to ask anymore," Ryan said, pointing to a spot not far away.

They have now arrived at the stands, which have been built with magic.

The stands are surrounded by fences.

There are two gaps in the fence.

One is behind the tent.

The other one is in front of the area enclosed by thick wooden planks.

Within that thick wooden plank were four fire dragons.

"Opaleye, Peruvian Vipertooth, Hebridean Black Dragon."

Um, why are they so docile?

"Is the book wrong again?" Hermione asked, her face full of surprise.

These fire dragons kept roaring.

But there was no wheezing or snorting sound that indicated anger.

The thick leather straps that connected the dragon's legs and neck showed no signs of being pulled.

Some of these wizards, who were pulling on belts, were even yawning.

Judging from their numbers—30—these fire dragons weren't always so docile.

But now, it seems that an invisible magic is soothing them, completely eliminating all their negative emotions except for their fighting spirit.

Hermione suspected that if it weren't for the competition...

That invisible force could probably even dissolve their fighting spirit.

"Do you remember that book—'Ancient Greece: What You Don't Know'?"

"So, it's all because of Hagrid?" Hermione understood immediately.

Although she doesn't actually need to use it.

Luna, standing nearby, couldn't help but puff out her cheeks. "Hermione is lying."

She already knew.

It's an act.

Ryan smiled and placed his hand on Luna's little head. "Not entirely."

The surprise was genuine.

But I had to point it out for them to realize it was fake.

Hermione was simply suppressing her ability to make up stories.

Seeing Luna's puzzled look, Ryan rubbed her head and said, "Sometimes knowing everything isn't a good thing."

That's why lies have a reason to exist.

"Hmph, she's still just a little girl," Hermione muttered, her face flushed red from being exposed.

Luna's cheeks puffed out even more.

Meanwhile, on the other side, after all the other Champion had arrived at the tent.

Harry, Percy, Ginny are still in that room.

"Yes, that's Harry."

You need to remember the function of each muscle.

Point the wand at yourself.

Then imagine that they are all made of steel. Tell them what extraordinary power they possess.

Forget that you are a wizard, treat magic as if it doesn't exist, and transform it into physical strength—the strength of your wrists, your legs, your grip, your throwing power, or the power to run.

"At the cost of forgetting your magic, push your physical abilities to their limits."

Accompanied by Percy's words.

Thump! Thump! Thump!

A heavy, trembling sound of a heartbeat rang out.

White steam billowed from every pore of Harry's body.

"Ginny, what time is it now?" Harry's tone was low, but his voice was like thunder.

"It's 1:50, the match starts in 10 minutes."

"Alright, my spell can last for another 30 minutes. Percy, Ginny and I are off," Harry said.

Then he easily hoisted Ginny onto his shoulders.

He became a blur, leaping down the stairs and landing heavily on the ground.

The last few people who were dawdling in the Entrance Hall were preparing to pass through the two Oak Wood doors to go out and see the Second Task.

However, a sound of a heavy object being pulled down from above was heard.

Then came a strong gust of wind.

They were almost blown away by the wind.

Outside the tent, Professor McGonagall was pacing anxiously in the direction of the castle, trying to catch a glimpse of Harry.

She blinked, and the next second, Harry appeared in front of her carrying a disheveled Ginny.

A strong wind blew, and Professor McGonagall's hair bun was blown loose.

And the hat on her head.

"Mr. Potter, who exactly are you—" Professor McGonagall pointed her wand at her hair, which immediately began to move on its own and became tangled together again.

However, she ignored the hat and looked at Harry with a careful gaze. "If I'm not mistaken, you are..."

That's amazing! If this were in my class, I would definitely give you a hundred points.

But how did you manage to achieve this level?

This is simply because Popeye Transformation doesn't work.

But you clearly only used "

Professor McGonagall's hand unconsciously rested on Harry's bulging pectoral muscles after he cast the spell.

Cough cough cough!

Ginny, who was standing nearby, started coughing violently.

"Ginny?" Inside the tent, Mr. Weasley, hearing his daughter cough, lifted the curtain and peeked out.

Professor McGonagall quickly withdrew her hand.

Mr. Weasley immediately noticed his daughter's hair and her disheveled clothes.

And the same goes for Harry.

"You... you weren't caught by Minerva while you were being intimate, were you?"

Ginny, you're still young. Even though you're engaged, you...