That Welsh Green was the very one Su Er had delivered justice upon from above.
And judging by its appearance, two days had apparently not been enough for it to recover. Even now, lying beside its eggs, it still looked rather listless.
Tsk... Beauxbatons had gotten lucky.
Su Er shook his head and looked toward Fleur Delacour as she emerged from the tent and entered the arena. The girl looked extremely nervous; when the cheers rose, he could even see her whole body shudder.
Still, she was, after all, the finest student selected from among her peers.
[Ah, yes, I, Su Er Bones, am also the finest of them all. Heh heh.]
She quickly calmed down and cast a sleep-inducing spell. Needless to say, Madame Maxime, who had learned in advance that her student would be facing a dragon, had given her some private coaching.
Combined with the innate charm of her Veela blood, it soon sent the Welsh Green, which had yet to recover from that justice from above, into a drowsy sleep. It even began to snore.
Pheobe smiled and, moving swiftly and gracefully, easily secured the Golden Egg. Only, as she passed the Welsh Green, sparks from its nostrils singed her skirt.
Fortunately, she promptly extinguished the flames with Aguamenti, sparing herself embarrassment.
The lack of a magical duel with the dragon left the young wizards somewhat disappointed, but they still applauded generously. During the scoring, Karkaroff stubbornly awarded Pheobe only five points, while Dumbledore gave her eight-the same score Maxime had given Su Er in the previous round.
Thus, Pheobe received a total of forty-two points, just one point below Su Er.
After her came Krum. The Durmstrang student cast a Conjunctivitis Curse the moment he entered the arena, blinding the Chinese Fireball-which was not actually