Now!
Just as the enormous dragon was about to collapse into sleep, Pheobe seized the fleeting opportunity.
She ran forward and grabbed the dragon egg with both hands.
However, the moment she succeeded, her nerves, stretched to their limit, relaxed for an instant.
The Veela power immediately backfired.
A powerful wave of dizziness struck her mind.
Before the green dragon fell fully asleep, its last instinct drove it to swing its long, battering-ram tail viciously.
The heavy tail whistled through the air and slammed into her side.
"Ugh-"
Pheobe let out a muffled groan of pain as the tremendous force sent her flying, and she crashed heavily to the ground.
Yet one hand still held the hard-won Golden Egg tightly against her chest, shielding it.
Struggling, she raised her head and looked toward Madame Maxime at the High Table, revealing a pale yet immensely proud smile.
The medical staff rushed into the arena and carefully carried Pheobe out.
Although injured, she still strove to maintain an elegant posture on the stretcher.
Watching this, Douglas said to Charlie beside him:
"The power of a bloodline is both a gift and a shackle."
Charlie looked at him in confusion. "What do you mean?"
Douglas shrugged, his expression both serious and teasing.
"I'm just curious whether a wizard with dragon blood in his veins might, at certain particular times..."
Before he could finish, Charlie's face turned scarlet.
A large hand had already clamped hard around Douglas's neck.
"I'm warning you! My tastes are perfectly normal!"
Douglas swayed under his shaking, but his expression said, I don't believe you. Keep up the act.
Charlie finally let go and sighed deeply, looking utterly defeated.
"Out with it, you rascal. Have you taken on another secret mission from my mum?"
At the judges' stand, all five