Most fire dragons had exceptionally keen vision for moving objects, so although Harry was flying swiftly through the air, the Hungarian Horntail kept its gaze fixed firmly on him.
It could sense that this little flea-like thing seemed very interested in its nest.
That was something it could not tolerate.
Seeing Harry dive toward it, the Hungarian Horntail opened its mouth and sent a jet of flame straight at him.
Harry remembered Charlie saying that a Hungarian Horntail's dragon breath could easily reach over thirty feet, or even forty. So although he was diving, he still maintained a safe distance.
As soon as he saw the Hungarian Horntail breathe fire at him, he nimbly changed speed in midair and climbed again. The scorching dragon breath swept past Harry's body without singeing a single hair.
The spectators in the stands could no longer contain themselves, letting out a string of gasps and screams. Countless young girls watched Harry's dashing figure in the air, their eyes practically swimming.
So handsome, so handsome, so handsome!
Countless young girls cried out inwardly. Some even shouted it aloud. As for the looks their companions were giving them, they could not spare a thought for those just then.
Fortunately, the stands had been specially treated with magic so that the sounds above would not carry down. Otherwise, they might have affected Harry.
Unable to hear those sounds, Harry could concentrate fully on dealing with the fire dragon.
After successfully dodging once, Harry brimmed with confidence. He wheeled swiftly through the air, occasionally making a low pass or two to provoke the fire dragon.
Harry's idea was simple: make the fire dragon take flight.
Although fire dragons flew fast, even faster than a Flying Broomstick, that was their top speed after fully accelerating. In the initial stages,