Preparations Before the Match
As soon as he finished speaking, Krum realized that his voice, after traveling a certain distance,
It was as if it had touched something, and then vanished Silencio into the air.
Harry shrugged, pulling Krum completely into the range of his Silencing Charm.
Three minutes later.
After listening to everything Harry had said, Krum relaxed his furrowed brow.
Protected by magic, he spoke loudly without any hesitation, "Harry, haven't you solved the riddle yet?"
Ron interrupted impatiently, "What does this have to do with the mystery? My sister is missing!"
Harry gestured for Ron to be quiet, and Ron looked thoughtful.
He looked at Krum, "Could it be?"
With his deadpan expression, Krum said in an unusually cheerful tone, "You guessed right."
That's the question. Ginny has most likely been taken hostage.
As he spoke, he even started singing, "When you search, please think carefully: we have stolen your most beloved treasure."
"Oh, I see." Ron nodded belatedly.
He immediately looked at Krum without any politeness, "What's your treasure? You already know about Harry's treasure."
"Ron— " Harry was too late to stop him and could only call out Ron's name to express his dissatisfaction.
He felt that this was a bit rude.
Krum shrugged. "It's nothing. Ron is right."
They must have searched for my baby for a long time. Because I don't have anyone I care about in Durmstrang.
If we extend that to the entirety of Hogwarts, it only includes you, Ron, Ilvas, Neville, Ginny, Lavender, and Grey.
My dance partner at the Christmas Ball.
"So who is your baby?" Ron asked.
"Who else could it be? Of course, it's Grey."
We kept in touch after the dance.
Every morning we would take a walk around Black Lake together.
But she didn't come today.
"Obviously—uh-huh." Krum looked at Ron with surprise after he finished speaking.
They seemed to be wondering why he would ask that question.
After all, all of these people are already taken (if Ilvas's dance partner counts).
Only Gray is suitable.
If you choose Lavender.
Krum might suspect that Arthur Weasley, as a member of the tribunal, might not actually have a son named Ron.
Moreover, he had long since let go of Lavender.
After finding out that Ron was her boyfriend.
Immediately afterwards, Harry and Krum deliberately avoided the topic of the match, exchanging only a few pleasantries.
With Harry saying, "Wicked (Viktor's nickname), now that Ginny's alright, I'll go check on the kids."
The three then parted ways.
Krum was puzzled when he left, wondering when Harry had started calling him so affectionately.
However, Harry did not go to see the children.
He just kept repeating one thought in his mind.
Oh no, he and Ginny have been caught!
He learned about the members of the tribunal from Krum and invited Ginny to become a hostage.
Is there any possibility?
They went straight to the door of that room.
They called out Ginny.
If that's the case, then we're doomed.
In particular, Mr. Weasley was also a member of the judging panel.
And Dumbledore.
How embarrassing it is to be caught by them!
In particular, he couldn't share this anxiety with Ron verbally.
He could figure that out with his ass.
Ron would definitely say things like, "I told you before, next time you need to learn to keep your distance from Ginny," which he often repeats.
To be honest, he was a little surprised that Ginny had broken up with Ron not long ago.
In particular, Ron never shied away from saying these things to her.
"Why are you looking at me like that? Aren't you going to see the kids?" Ron suddenly felt that Harry's gaze was a little Mao Mao.
"No," Harry said, shifting his gaze. "I've already deciphered the spell that links the wizard's and the dragon's eyes."
But I haven't tried it yet. The competition is this afternoon, I'd better go see Lyle.
"Oh." Ron was skeptical.
If it were the old him, he would have believed it unconditionally. But having been Rone, his mind was a little sharper than anything else.
At least he knew that in other people's eyes, he was actually a person with low emotional intelligence.
Seeing Ron's reaction, Harry added, "Hagrid's acting is getting better and better."
"Acting skills? Hagrid?" Ron forgot all his previous doubts.
Harry pressed his advantage, "You remember when he let something slip and cried, right?"
But as it turns out, the key to this match wasn't the complicated and troublesome things like agreeing on slogans and instructions with the Fire Dragon.
Even though the dragons were influenced by Hagrid's magic, they still found it very difficult to learn these things.
Just like I've been teaching Lyle lately.
So I taught it up, down, left, and right.
The key to the competition actually lies in the Fire Dragon Toy.
It can be used not only as a prop to introduce riddles.
At the same time, it also contains a spell.
A talisman that holds all the instructions underneath.
With it, the fire dragon can see its surroundings through our eyes.
There's absolutely no need to worry about anything else; you can fly at full speed.
It's just a pity that Lyle is Hungarian Horntail.
He doesn't have an advantage in speed.
If mine is Peruvian Vipertooth.
I'm sure I'll come in first place in this competition. Even if it's Phoebe, it's the same.
"Ilvas?"
He may not have discovered the secret.
The talisman will only be activated after the Fire Dragon Toy takes to the sky and the Dragonhide Earmuffs resonate.
"The firelight reflected the image in the dragon's eyes," Harry said.
As he said this, he couldn't help but feel a little smug.
Then they went to the Great Hall to have lunch.
Then they left the castle and headed towards the Forbidden Forest.
Deep in the Forbidden Forest.
The end of a winding, tree-lined path.
A roaring sound, like a car starting up, came from deep within.
The withered branches and decaying leaves were shaken onto the still slightly damp ground as if falling like rain.
In the very center of the open space, Harry's right hand rested on the dragon whose eyes were lightly closed.
Both eyes were closed.
An invisible current flowed gently around both of them.
The withered branches and decaying leaves on the ground swayed slightly.
Along with that came Harry's bangs.
Knock knock knock!
The heart of the Hungarian Horntail began to pound violently.
Golden threads extended from Harry's palm, where it touched the Dragon Hide, towards the dragon's gently closed eyes.
The fire dragon opened its eyes, and its yellow, cold-blooded, vertical pupils had disappeared.
Instead, it had a pair of bright green, round eyes, typical of warm-blooded animals.
Harry pulled out his wand and gently tapped it into the air, causing the water vapor on the ground and in the air to condense into a mirror.
The person reflected in the mirror is someone who is both familiar and unfamiliar.
The bright yellow eyes of the Hungarian Horntail, filled with the oppressive aura of a apex predator, appeared between the whites of his eyes.
Beside him, the fire dragon Lyle uneasily shook its tail, which was covered with bronze spikes.
Just now, from its perspective, it seemed to have transformed into the little figure that Hagrid had made obey.
If it hadn't recognized its own eyes.
It might even mistake it for a little person.
It shook its head, but the view in its eyes did not change.
But for some reason, it felt very at ease.
An unprecedented sense of comfort filled its mind.
Along with this comes the trust in the little person beside you.