I Need to Finish This Quickly

In the end, Mr. Weasley believed Ginny's explanation.

This is not because he believes in Harry.

Harry had been intimate with Ginny on several occasions without any apparent reason while he was at the Weasley family.

Even though they were right in front of Harry.

He wouldn't have acted this way if the match wasn't about to start and Minerva wasn't in front of him.

So, with a stiff expression, Mr. Weasley led Harry into the tent.

The three people inside the tent were the same as the ones Harry had seen before.

They stood far apart from each other.

Phoebe sat on a low wooden stool in the corner, looking exceptionally relaxed, as if she were on a picnic.

Both Krum and Ilvas appeared very nervous.

When Harry came in, Krum rushed to greet him, "You've finally arrived!"

His face, which had become even more gloomy due to tension, brightened slightly.

However, unlike usual, Ilvas, who had foreseen all of this, did not pretend to be profound and say things like "Harry is coming" in advance.

He just paced back and forth in the other corner of the tent.

This made Harry suddenly realize that if Ron were here, he would definitely laugh and say something like, "Even Ilvas has met his match."

"Everyone, time is of the essence." Mr. Weasley scratched the back of his still-surviving head. "Your task today is... If I hadn't witnessed the power of group magic in the team competition, I would have thought I was crazy, okay? Subduing a fire dragon."

There are four heads in total. These are their corresponding models.

He held up a purple silk bag and shook it at them.

"You will select your schools in the same order as the schools in the previous team competition."

Mr. Weasley paused.

Harry just wanted to get started.

Before the Popeye Transformation on him ends.

Krum and Ilvas did not react at all.

They probably feel that if they open their mouths to speak, they will panic and S.P.E.W..

However, Phoebe raised an eyebrow and said with obvious annoyance, "Can we start right away?"

I said.

"Isn't it just dealing with a fire dragon?"

Her words were rude.

But on her, it looked charming and cute.

Mr. Weasley seemed to think so too.

He wasn't angry; he just nodded.

They hurriedly began to untie the cloth bag.

Four small, lifelike dragon models appeared on the table in the center of the tent.

They all spread their wings, revealing their sharp fangs.

"Harry, you go first."

"I'll take this one— the Hungarian Horntail." Harry grabbed the most ferocious of the four dragons, the one covered in spikes.

"Harry, this is—" Krum began, but then stopped himself.

Mr. Weasley was also a little worried, but as the referee, he said nothing.

"I know it's the most powerful."

But think about it, why do we have to subdue the fire dragon in the competition?

"This disadvantage might turn into an advantage later," Harry said directly.

"Then I'll take it— the Hebridean Black Dragon, the most ferocious of the remaining three fire dragons." He held the model with black scales, purple eyes, and bat wings in his hand.

"Seriously, all that dragging on. This 'pretty kid' is mine." Phoebe indeed chose the most beautiful of the four fire dragons— the Opaleye Dragon.

Its pearl-like scales Winky, and its eyes, though lacking pupils, were colorful.

Even so, this model failed to steal even a sliver of the Phoebe's brilliance.

Her presence made everything around her pale in comparison.

Even Ilvas, who was worried about encountering the fastest and most venomous Peruvian Vipertooth, couldn't help but be momentarily lost in thought.

But considering his ability to foresee the future, he was probably not just momentarily distracted.

"Then this is mine— the Peruvian Vipertooth." The smallest brass-colored model flew into his hand.

"Alright, you've all got them!" Mr. Weasley said. "You've all chosen the dragons you'll be facing. The order in which you drew the dragons determines the order in which you'll confront them. Understand?"

Okay, I need to leave you all for a while now because I need to give an explanation to the audience.

They also needed to familiarize themselves with the incantation.

Fortunately, you were given a group magic buff as soon as you came out.

Harry, you're the first one. You go into that area as soon as you hear the whistle, understand?

And... Harry... you have to be careful.

He stepped out of the tent.

Only four people remained in the tent.

"I said, wasn't it supposed to be broadcast live?"

"How come I didn't see it?" Krum said after placing the struggling Hebridean Black Dragon on the stool.

He was clearly trying to distract himself from his nervousness.

Let's liven up the atmosphere.

"Right in the corner," Ilvas said.

He pointed to the upper left of the tent.

There's a little golden ball fluttering its silver wings— the Golden Snitch!

But strangely, there was none of the familiar flapping sound of wings that Harry knew.

"Just relying on this little thing?"

"So, what I just said was seen by the entire nation?" Harry looked incredulous.

"What little thing?"

"This is a great invention!" said Phoebe.

Because this little thing was actually an idea she provided, which Ryan put into practice.

So she replied instinctively.

Meanwhile, at the Leaky Cauldron...

Old Tom put down the cup he was wiping.

Together with all the wizards in the tavern who were watching television, they said, "Homage to Harry Potter!"

In the Burrow, Mrs. Weasley watched the television nervously. "This is insane! A duel with a dragon! And Arthur is saying everything!"

Inside Atlantis, these images were broadcast into the sky.

The wizards below spoke in unison:

"This Harry Potter has been here before!"

"Then he is the wizard of our Atlantis!"

"Go Harry Potter!"

"Let's show these guys the power of Atlantis wizards!"

Harry, meanwhile, kept silently counting down the time.

"Five minutes until Popeye Transformation."

Then he heard whistling coming from outside.

He walked through the tent entrance and outside, his inner tension gradually increasing until it reached an unbearable level.

However, he became increasingly calm at this point.

Go through a gap in the fence.

He saw everything before him; hundreds and thousands of faces were looking at him from the stands above.

Three beams of light of different colors struck him.

His pupils disappeared, turning pure white. (Snape on stage spat angrily.)

His body began to be enveloped by an invisible force.

A purple halo appeared above his head.

His muscles began to bulge.

The robe was torn.

Only a pair of shorts were left behind.

A green tornado gathered under his ribs.

His body began to feel light and agile.

"Three minutes left,"

Excuse me,

I need to get this done quickly.

Harry looked to the other side of the field.

The towering Hungarian Horntail stood out prominently.