The Myriad Forms of Life

Sunlight streamed through the gaps in the trees, falling on her shimmering golden hair.

A few playful strands of hair were blown by the wind and clung to the girl's fair, glowing cheeks.

And she gently bit his alluring, glistening thin lips.

The light blue Champion Uniform further accentuated her exquisite and beautiful figure.

She stole the attention of the other Champion around her, even the mighty fire dragon.

The same goes for the camera work, which is controlled by whoever is unknown.

As the stadium filled up, the buzzing sound, like bees, that filled the stands abruptly stopped when the camera panned to Phoebe.

They were all immersed in Van Gogh's oil painting.

For a moment, I even forgot to breathe.

On the screen, Phoebe's eyes flickered, as if she had sensed something.

Those captivating, deep blue eyes looked up into the air, seemingly traversing space to land on the crowd in the stands.

Everyone was struck by this even more intense beauty.

Phoebe smiled, revealing her pearly white teeth that gleamed in the sunlight.

It was as if a clear spring had awakened everyone in the stands.

The unknown cameraman did the same, and the camera began to move as well.

Mr. Weasley's head appeared in the shot as if the Mediterranean Sea had been blown by the wind.

The stark contrast between beauty and ugliness (relatively speaking) has caused the buzzing sound to ring out again.

However, this time their discussion was no longer about fire dragons, Champion's uniforms, or the decorations of the stands.

Instead, they would say things like, "My eyes are blind."

Even Ginny, the Weasley family's only daughter, couldn't help but frown at this scene.

However, Mr. Weasley was clearly unaware of the reaction from the stands.

He spoke with great enthusiasm, almost jumping up and down, "Hello everyone!"

Judging from the Golden Snitch in front of me, you should be able to guess the basic format of the competition.

Today's competition will be held in the sky.

Each Champion is dressed in a uniform made from the materials you processed in your Alchemy Class these past few days.

They will ride fire dragons, traversing a track made of clouds.

These clouds conceal all sorts of magical traps.

And the obstruction of our special guest.

Well, you'll definitely get a feast for the eyes in a bit.

However, our Champion will also face the danger of falling from great heights.

But don't worry, the magic you've imbued in these uniforms will protect them. We've checked them all."

He paused, turned his head, and the camera then turned to the four Champion.

However, at this moment, they each mounted their respective fire dragons.

Unsurprisingly, the combination of Phoebe and the Opaleye dragon, touted as the most beautiful fire dragon, once again left everyone momentarily stunned.

However, Mr. Weasley seemed to have anticipated this.

He seemed to lower his head, his voice sounding a bit muffled, coming from behind the camera. "Before the game started."

Our Champion will descend upon the center of the field, each riding their own fiery dragon. The Quidditch Pitch will be their Qidian.

Alright, you can fly now!

Four deafening, distinct roars rang out.

A shockwave was stirred up from the ground.

The camera blurred for a moment, then quickly focused on the yellow shadow at the very front— the Peruvian Vipertooth, known as the fastest of all.

Castelobruxo's Ilvas donned a hood and his prepared goggles, which, combined with his cloak fluttering in the wind, made him look exceptionally dashing.

Many students cheered him on, creating waves of sound.

Immediately afterwards, the image on the screen was divided into two parts. The other part quickly showed the Hebridean Black Dragon that followed closely behind, and Krum, who was squinting and staring ahead, his face wrinkled by the wind.

Finally, the screen was divided into four equal parts.

With the final appearance of Harry and the Hungarian Horntail, the four Champion and their dragons also appeared on the screen in their entirety.

Most of the students in the stands cheered for their own college's Champion.

As for why not all of them.

That's because there's still a large number of students...

Everyone was captivated by Phoebe's radiant smile, and the fleeting glimpse of her beauty made them fall at her feet.

Zacharias is one of them.

He jumped around among Dudley's group of staunch Harry supporters, shouting, "My goddess is the best! Harry Potter isn't Hufflepuff!"

As he was being pinned to the ground by the surrounding students, he pointed at Phoebe, who was fixing her hair in the wind, and shouted, "The goddess is looking at me! Go ahead and hit me! It's worth it!"

What's even more disgusting is that when he said this, his mouth was crooked, his eyes were slanted, and saliva was flying everywhere.

She has the same style as the female lead in the drama "Runaway Sweetheart".

Ryan couldn't help but think of this cult classic.

Even Dudley chose to abandon the idea of teaching him a lesson.

A single, weakened Stupefy knocked him unconscious.

Then I looked at Harry, who was at the very back, and cleansed my eyes.

However, he noticed that almost no one around him was looking at the screen anymore.

But he immediately understood.

The sound of the fire dragon's massive body cutting through the air grew louder and louder, forming a stark contrast to the monotonous, unchanging whistling sound on the screen.

He stood up instinctively.

The other students around them were the same.

Especially the students of Castelobruxo.

They jumped and waved to the sky. The bronze-colored figure Accio from the azure sky towards the field.

A howling wind swept across the entire stands.

Gryffindor's Dean flew up and got tangled in Professor McGonagall's hair.

What's worse, she didn't even notice.

I thought it was because of the wind.

Let's return to the culprit behind this storm.

That Peruvian Vipertooth seemed to be venting its frustration from not being able to fly for a long time.

It flew around the entire arena at a speed invisible to the naked eye.

Finally, it reluctantly landed in the very center of the field.

Ilvas jumped off the fire dragon.

What followed was a roar of cheers as loud as a landslide or a tsunami.

In the last individual competition, they had seen the Peruvian Vipertooth and witnessed its terrifying speed.

However, because the fire dragon was focused on Ilvas at the time, it never approached the stands.

This time, they truly experienced the power of this so-called fastest fire dragon.

Some of the older students who boasted that they could even take on Peruvian Vipertooth could only sit down and cover their faces.

Flint from Slytherin is like that.

He is in seventh grade this year.

If this year's Quidditch Match isn't canceled, this will be his last year as Quidditch player.

But all of this was taken away from the Triwizard Tournament.

But misfortunes never come singly.

Last year, in order to defeat Diggory, he used his family's influence in the Ministry of Magic and resorted to underhanded tactics.

In the past, nothing would have happened.

But by then, Arthur Weasley and Madam Bones had come to power.

It was already aimed at cracking down on the old forces.

Their family just happened to be caught in the crossfire because of this.

Now, he won't have to worry about being forced into the Ministry of Magic after graduation.

You can now confidently pursue your dream of Quidditch.

He blamed all of this on the Triwizard Tournament.

If I hadn't learned about it last year...

If he chooses to take the risk, his family will be fine.

Therefore, he never liked the Champion.

Especially Ilvas.

He thought the guy looked too pretentious.

But for now, he had no choice but to shut his mouth in frustration.

He remained silent.

Thanks to classmate dkunb for his monthly ticket and other students' recommendations and subscriptions!