The Last Champion

Leaving aside the current and future tragic lives of Harry Potter and his father-in-law.

Meanwhile, Phoebe went straight to Ryan's side.

However, that's not entirely accurate. It should be said that a Ryan gradually materialized from thin air and appeared beside her.

Ryan tapped the beech tree next to him.

Rumble!

Its trunk grew thicker and continued to stretch upwards.

The surrounding soil bulged up.

Several tree branches broke free from the laws of natural evolution and became entangled together.

It was constructed into an exquisite grandstand.

Then, a spacious deck chair and a 10-foot-wide parasol with a canopy made of huge leaves appeared on the stands.

Ryan put his arm around Phoebe's waist, and the next second, the two of them appeared on a lounge chair.

Runes representing the link also lit up on Phoebe's forehead.

It was also time for scoring inside the stadium.

Madame Maxime – 10/10!

Dumbledore– 10 points!

Arthur Weasley – 10/10!

Madame Vokanova – 7 points!

Karkaroff – 10 points!

This sparked another round of noise from the stands.

"Hmm, not bad!"

"Karkaroff finally learned his lesson after being taught a lesson."

"Wait, why don't we curse that guy named Nefinci Valkanova?"

"She's a witch too, she must be jealous."

"This Champion of Beauxbatons is indeed slower Harry, only faster Krum."

We were all distracted and didn't notice what was happening.

She probably thought so too.

"Didn't Madame Vokanova always only score 7 points for each Champion?"

Except for the fastest, Harry.

Clearly, they were quite satisfied with the result.

On the other side,

Ginny was smilingly pulling him along.

And Harry, trembling with fear,

Under extreme emotional repression,

He thought of a topic.

It's a very strange topic; I've never heard anyone around me discuss it.

"Then came the brave Valkanova,"

She attended Gryffindor House.

Durmstrang was founded in Germany, where witches held a lower status than male witches.

Finally, there's the proud Mont.

He returned to his hometown from Slytherin.

He inherited Durmstrang.

It established a tradition that emphasized dueling and War Magic. 'Harry began to sing.'

"What are you doing?" Ginny tilted her head, full of confusion.

"Valkanova! How come we've been noticing this all along!" Seeing that Ginny still didn't understand,

Harry continued, "That was the true Founders of Durmstrang."

The surname of the great witch who died mysteriously and was suspected of being murdered by Mont.

The principal of Castelobruxo, Valkanova, also shared this surname.

But we hadn't even noticed that.

"How is that possible?"

"It's so obvious, we even discussed her back then." Ginny muttered to herself in confusion.

She had completely forgotten her earlier dissatisfaction with Harry.

Professor McGonagall, who had been listening intently ever since Harry started singing, came over.

"Perhaps a powerful wizard cast a protective spell on this surname."

This has led people to overlook the connection between wizards with this surname and the Founders Durmstrang.

Hagrid slapped his thigh. "So, she really is a descendant of that one?"

Otherwise, why would they cast a so-called protective spell on it?

Everyone turned to look at Krum.

Even Mrs. Weasley, who was looking at Mr. Weasley, felt the same way.

Krum simply shook his head. "But that's impossible!"

Mont left no descendants.

I have never heard of any Germany wizards hating the Valkanova Family.

She certainly went against the grain of that era.

He founded a magic school.

And as a result, he suffered an honor murder at the hands of Mont.

But for her descendants...

There is no record of them being persecuted.

"If only we could ask Madame Vokanova herself," Harry sighed.

Meanwhile, on the other side, Phoebe was discussing her rating with Ryan.

What happened?

"This old man actually gave me a 10?" Phoebe, leaning against Ryan's chest, raised her head.

She frowned, her delicate brows furrowing. "Could it be that he—"

Phoebe seemed to have thought of something.

He made a gesture as if he wanted to S.P.E.W..

He does have feelings for you.

But this isn't because of any affection.

After all, you're so beautiful, anyone would like you." Having said that,

Ryan sniffed Phoebe's hair.

He gently patted Phoebe's back with his left hand.

"He just doesn't have any conflict with you."

Next, Ryan told Phoebe about the complicated relationship between Dumbledore and Grindelwald.

Grindelwald's current position at Durmstrang.

There's also the 'grudge' between Harry, Krum, and Grindelwald.

"So, does that mean Ilvas will also get a high score?" Phoebe frowned.

I don't think so. You also need to consider his skill level.

His methods were somewhat effective against other fire dragons.

But,

This time, he was facing the fastest and most venomous fire-breathing dragon— the Peruvian Vipertooth. Ryan smiled slightly. "No matter how much I say..."

You'd be better off seeing it for yourself.

Inside the arena, a bronze-colored light appeared on the field.

This drew gasps of surprise from the audience in the stands.

Because it is so small.

It is even smaller than the Hebridean Black Dragon is already small and 30 feet long.

It appears to be less than half its length, only about twelve feet long.

Moreover, it was very fast; they only observed a single ray of light with the naked eye.

It appears to be the first fire dragon to Accio the area.

The previous fire dragons were defeated too quickly—they didn't even have time to use their wings.

With each breath, green flames swirled around its mouth and nose.

But that seemed to come from the thick, prominent glands beneath its snow-white fangs.

Some knowledgeable wizards in the stands were even more worried for Ilvas.

They recognized it as Peruvian Vipertooth.

Even living with it for a long time can lead to infection.

Moreover, this disease is highly contagious.

The patient's body will be covered with pustules oozing green liquid.

This disease has a very descriptive name— Dragon Pox.

But if it is poisoned by this green fire,

And that venomous tooth bit into him,

What would be the consequences?

I simply can't even imagine it.

Add its speed.

Perhaps in terms of fighting power among the fire dragons, it is not as good as the other three.

But in terms of posing a greater threat to wizards, it is probably even more so.

However, they were all very strange.

When did the fire dragon become so good-tempered?

There were no chains after they entered the area.

But it still obediently stayed in place.

The head kept its gaze fixed on the direction of the tent, as if it knew an opponent was coming from there.

Thinking about it this way, the previous fire dragon was the same.

They just failed too quickly, and they were unable to observe these things.

At the same time,

The students in Castelobruxo, dressed in robes as bright green as poisonous fire,

They also finished reciting the three sections of the incantation.

In the stands,

Arthur Weasley on the referee's stand blew the final whistle.

Pale face

The last Champion, Hufflepuff Ilvas, clutching his wand tightly, entered the arena.

Opposite him,

The Peruvian Vipertooth transformed into a blur and attacked him.

The same goes for those three beams of magic.

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