Krum finished fairly easily. At least, his performance looked better than Delacour's.
After that, only the final champion remained: Harry.
"Harry will be all right, won't he?" Ron leaned close to Tris's ear and asked quietly.
"He should be." Tris nodded. "He learned the Summoning Charm in his second year, and he's spent the past few days practicing it again. His proficiency won't be a problem at all. As for flying, I don't think there's any need to worry, is there?"
"Yeah, Harry's brilliant at flying. But that's still a dragon." Ron remained a little worried.
At that point, Tris no longer knew what to say. He shrugged and gestured for Ron to watch the competition.
The arena had been cleared. The Chinese Fireball was led away and replaced with a Swedish Short-Snout. Tris saw several wizards cast a few spells around the nest, though he wasn't sure whether that was because so many of the Chinese Fireball's eggs had been crushed...
Soon, Harry appeared at the edge of the arena.
He first glanced at the Swedish Short-Snout-it was more than half again as large as the other dragons. Then he flicked his wand toward Hogwarts Castle and recited a spell.
Tris and the others knew it was the Summoning Charm, but everyone else was still wondering what Harry was doing.
About five breaths later, just as many spectators were beginning to puzzle over Harry's intentions, the Firebolt shot across the arena and reached his side. Amid the spectators' gasps, Harry swung onto it and zoomed into the air.
After that, things were simple.
Like an agile dog in the mountains, Harry darted around the Swedish Short-Snout, repeatedly firing spells at it. Before long, he had thoroughly riled it up.
When the Swedish Short-Snout spread its wings, preparing to do