"One hundred tips to make a witch beautiful and elegant?"
Ludo read out the title, and his expression immediately became incredibly interesting.
"I don't think this book will be of any help in today's game," he said dryly.
"I think so." Morris shrugged.
Hearing their conversation, Phoebe turned her head and stared at Morris for several seconds.
"Aren't you worried about the upcoming matches?" There was a hint of confusion in her voice.
Everyone else is on edge, so why are you the only one here leisurely reading a book?
"Relax," Morris said, handing the book to Phoebe. "Take a look at this."
"No, thank you," Phoebe refused stiffly.
She exhaled, and her shoulders visibly relaxed.
A few minutes later, the sound of footsteps could be heard outside the tent, as the audience gradually entered.
During this time, Madam Pomfrey went into their tent, but Ludo reminded her to go to the tent next door.
In short, Ludo finally began to explain the rules of the game.
"Alright, Champion," he announced loudly, "Your task is to retrieve a Golden Egg from the fire dragon within the allotted time. Yes, fire dragon, you heard me right, those little guys are your next opponents."
He took out a purple silk bag and shook it. "Now, you need to draw lots to decide which little one you'll face."
Everyone drew their own fire dragon in turn.
Phoebe drew the Welsh Green Dragon, Krum drew a Chinese Fireball, and Harry drew Hungarian Horntail.
Morris drew the Swedish Short-Snout, which happened to be number one.
This also means that he was the first contestant to compete.
Morris knew nothing about the Swedish Short-Snout; he only knew it was a fire-breathing dragon with silver-blue skin, Dragon Hide was perfect for making gloves.
But since it's a fire dragon, its combat power must be considerable.
"Alright, everyone, the order of appearance is set." Ludo cleared his throat, barely able to contain his excitement. "The first to enter is Morris Black. When the whistle blows, you go through that door, understand?"
Morris put the book away and said calmly, "Yes, Mr. Bagman."
At this moment, Harry, Phoebe, and even Krum all greatly envied Morris's composure.
Not long after, a whistle suddenly blew into the tent, and everyone turned to look at Morris.
Ludo quickly beckoned to Morris, "Come with me, Champion of Hogwarts, show the audience your strength. You go first."
Morris stood up.
"Be careful," Phoebe's voice came from the side.
Morris glanced at her sideways and nodded slightly.
The two walked out of the tent one after the other and entered the area.
This is an oval space surrounded by tall stands, the seats of which are densely packed with spectators.
Opposite Morris, there was a shallow depression filled with withered branches, fallen leaves, pebbles, and some unidentified animal bones.
It was clearly a nest.
In the center of the nest were seven or eight fire dragon eggs, among which was a particularly conspicuous Golden Egg, which was clearly his target.
The Swedish Short-Snout stood beside the dragon eggs, its eyes fixed on Morris and Ludo, who had just entered.
Your goal is the Golden Egg.
Ludo gave one last reminder, then climbed up a ladder to the commentary booth, leaving Morris standing alone at the edge of the field.
Morris slowly made his way towards the fire dragon.
At the same time, the commotion in the stands reached its peak, with everyone craning their necks to see how the young Champion would deal with the behemoth before him.
Upon getting closer, Morris noticed that the dragon had an iron chain around its neck, which likely restricted its movement.
He stopped and reassessed the situation.
Well, that's not difficult at all.
He has many ways to take the Golden Egg.
However, his goal is not just the Golden Egg.
Since we're already here, shouldn't we take some local specialties with us before we leave?
Morris narrowed his eyes and took out his wand.
The spectators in the stands clearly had no idea what he was planning.
They only saw the young Champion standing still, as if he were contemplating tactics.
Ludo's voice came from the commentary booth. " Black is observing the dragon's movements, he's looking for the best time to attack! Oh, what's that!?"
As soon as he finished speaking, thick black mist began to emanate from Morris's body and rapidly spread outwards.
In just a few seconds, the black mist filled the entire area, engulfing the fire dragon, the Golden Egg, and Morris's figure.
This is the magic that Morris recently invented – the Shadow Veil.
" Black must be trying to block the dragon's view!" Ludo shouted. "A clever tactic! But unfortunately, we can't see what's going on inside anymore. Principal, can you think of a way?"
He turned to look at Dumbledore beside him, but Dumbledore was intently staring at the black mist, a slight smile playing on his lips.
In the black mist, Morris was leisurely walking towards the fire dragon. In his field of vision, the Swedish Short-Snout was constantly looking around, completely unaware of what was happening.
Perhaps out of unease, the dragon swung its tail and spewed a ball of flame haphazardly forward. The bright blue flame flashed through the black mist, not even touching the hem of Morris's clothes.
Morris had already moved to the side.
Just in case.
" Weakening Curse, Wailing Curse."
After a series of quick attacks, the fire dragon let out a painful howl.
Morris didn't stop; he waved his wand again and began to cast Stunning Spell.
Fire dragons have very high magic resistance, but that's not a problem.
If one Stunning Spell isn't enough, then two will do.
If two don't work, then ten, twenty, or a hundred.
In short, keep using it until the other person can't stand it anymore.
Morris's wand fired Stunning Spell, which struck the dragon's body precisely.
During this time, he also summoned more than a dozen skeletons to act as his magic power rechargers.
Under the influence of the curse and countless Stunning Spell, the fire dragon's massive body finally lost all support and collapsed to the ground with a thud.
Morris put away his wand and nodded in satisfaction.
Of course, he hasn't taken the most important step yet.
He walked over to the fire dragon and squatted down, his gaze falling on a small patch of bare skin on the dragon's belly that wasn't covered by scales.
" Blood Extraction Spell!" Morris slowly extended his hand.
Two minutes later, three large barrels of dragon blood appeared in the storage space of his robe.
"All done~"
After doing all this, he put away the skeletons in the arena and dispelled the black mist that had blocked the view of all the spectators.
The scene was finally revealed to everyone.
The fire dragon lay motionless on the ground. Morris Black slowly walked over and picked up the Golden Egg.