A Big Gamble!

Biological weapons are absolutely prohibited from being used in warfare, let alone such disgusting biological weapons.

But the Peruvian Vipertooth's purpose was to annoy the wizards and retaliate for being imprisoned for so long.

It's not very lethal, and it's not exactly disgusting, but it's quite unhygienic.

But it's convenient. Once you've selected your target, it's a one-stop service for storing, aiming, and excreting.

Before the Slytherin students could react, they saw a bunch of white things hit them on the head.

The Durmstrang students caught in the crossfire also got infected, their bodies looking as if they were covered in white paint.

At the same time, it is accompanied by special "slap slap slap" sound effects, which sounds particularly catchy.

There is also a particularly poignant love story among them.

It's "snowing"

You and me,

They sat together without umbrellas.

Before we knew it, we'd grown old together.

Ugh... Why don't you just die?!

Slytherin was replaced by Ravenclaw. Fortunately, William reacted in time and immediately used magic to create a protective barrier.

The fire-breathing dragon continued flying towards Gryffindor.

It's clear that the lion cubs, having witnessed the power of this thing, aren't fools.

If you can get into the Stark bunker, get in immediately. If it's too far away, use Transfiguration to create protection.

Those young women wearing sunglasses were the most prepared. They immediately opened their parasols, put on their masks, and observed a moment of silence for the other students.

Given that any aircraft has a limited "ammunition reserve," the dragon's first wave of attack was naturally massive, but it was greatly reduced by the time it reached Gryffindor.

After emptying several units of their reserves, they flew over Hufflepuff and had very little left.

However, the Peruvian Vipertooth began releasing poison gas, which quickly enveloped the badger cubs.

They were caught completely off guard.

Professor Sprout was very disappointed; how could it end like this?!

This is all the freshest dragon dung; it's perfect for composting.

Want some more stock?

As she dispersed the smell, she ordered the students:

Don't throw away the poop; put it all in a bag and take it back to the greenhouse.

The dragons had no idea that their excrement could be reused; in any case, they felt incredibly refreshed after defecating.

No, they're hungry and it's time to eat!

The Peruvian Vipertooth flew back to the arena, lowering its altitude considerably.

When he was a meter or two off the ground, Malfoy felt his shoulders suddenly relax, followed by a feeling of weightlessness.

For him, there was both good news and bad news.

The good news is that he's finally going to be on safe ground again.

The bad news is that he's likely to land face-first.

"Bang!"

Malfoy and Ron were thrown down at the same time, like two pieces of pork, slammed onto a chopping board.

A small cloud of dust rose from the ground where the two had rolled.

Malfoy was alright; he was conscious and knew to hug his legs and roll to cushion the impact.

Ron, on the other hand, abruptly stopped the bleeding, without any buffering mechanism.

This intense friction finally roused him from his coma.

Ron let out a pig-like scream, as if his lower body no longer belonged to him.

The fire dragon landed on the ground again and slowly walked over, each step fraught with danger.

"If you don't want to die, use whatever magic you have!" Malfoy roared, standing up.

Ron also stood up shakily, finally remembering the magic Ludo had taught him to deal with the fire dragon.

He raised his wand and roared:

"Flying broomstick, Accio!"

Malfoy looked expectant; he knew this all too well, as long as he had a flying broom.

But the wind howled and dust stung his eyes; other than that... he had no hair at all.

"Are you sure you can handle this?!" Malfoy exclaimed, jumping up and down.

He grimaced again, aggravating his previous injuries.

"William, Accio!" Ron kept shouting.

"Dumbledore Accio!"

"Professor McGonagall Accio!"

Nothing Accio; his Summoning Charm failed.

"You piece of trash!" As the fire dragon drew ever closer, Malfoy raised his spell and roared, "Serpensortia!"

Suddenly, a long black snake darted out from inside and landed heavily on the ground.

It hissed and flicked its tongue, swimming straight toward the fire dragon. Then it raised its head, baring its fangs, and assumed an attack stance.

The Peruvian Vipertooth stared curiously at the python, licked its tongue, and with a single swipe of its claw, tore it to pieces.

It then breathed out flames, roasting the snake until it was cooked. A sizzling aroma filled the air.

Malfoy: "..."

Looking at the fire dragon's growing fangs, Ron suddenly had a flash of inspiration; he had an idea.

As long as it can't open its mouth, that's fine!

Ron raised his wand and swung it at the fire dragon.

A huge explosion rang out, and a beam of light shot out from the front of the wand, striking the fire dragon's head.

But the dragon scales deflected the spell, landing on Ron's abdomen and causing him to stumble and fall to the ground.

"How are you, Weasley!" Malfoy shouted.

Ron opened his mouth as if to answer, but no words came out. Instead, he let out a loud burp, and several slugs fell from his mouth onto his thigh.

"..."

Ron had intended for the dragon to keep spitting out slugs so it wouldn't be able to eat them, but the spell bounced back.

The Peruvian Vipertooth used its claws to hook up the charred snake meat, dipped it in a few slugs, rolled it up, and ate it.

Its eyes widened in surprise; it was unexpectedly delicious.

The Peruvian Vipertooth fixed its gaze on Malfoy and Ron, and let out a low growl.

This is a request from a foodie:

I'm hungry.

You have to make me happy.

Or I'll eat you all!

Surprisingly, both Ron and Malfoy understood.

And so, this scene unfolded on the field:

A Peruvian Vipertooth guards the Golden Egg, lying on its side on the ground in a smug, unassuming manner.

There were two little wizards near its mouth.

Malfoy waved his wand, repeatedly shouting, "The Serpensortia!"

The Peruvian Vipertooth immediately killed the python, and Malfoy roasted it in the fire.

Ron put the slugs he spat out into the snake meat and made snake rolls.

With the match nearing its end, the two grew increasingly impatient. Safety was assured, but the Golden Egg was still beside the fire dragon.

The problem now is that we can't win a fight, and we can't escape either.

After vomiting for almost half an hour, Ron had almost finished vomiting up the slug in his mouth.

As he forced himself to endure the nausea and stuck a few slugs into the snake meat, he recalled the Conjunctivitis Curse Ludo had taught him.

But after only a few days of learning, he still hadn't mastered it.

Wait... all I need to do is attack the dragon's eyes?

Ron suddenly remembered another spell.

That magic was not only very powerful, but most importantly, he had studied it for a long time and was able to use it.

This is important!

However, that magic was taught by "that person," and it almost caused irreversible consequences.

But so what? He wasn't targeting the wizard anyway.

He's guaranteed to get the Golden Egg if he hits the dragon's eye!

"I have an idea!" Ron said in a low voice.

"What's the plan?" Malfoy shook his aching arm and said impatiently, "Spit it out."

He had very little magic left, and the snakes he summoned were getting smaller and smaller.

"I can attack the dragon's eyes; you draw its attention," Ron said quickly.

"Are you kidding me?! Why should I believe you? Are you trying to scam me?" Malfoy stared at Weasley.

"Why would I betray you? If this continues, neither of us will get the Golden Egg." Ron showed a look of disgust.

Their current "harmonious" relationship was entirely forced upon them. But in a different place and at a different time, they'd both desperately want the other to... die!

He wouldn't have cooperated with Malfoy if he hadn't been left with no other choice.

Malfoy did the same; he stared at Ron for a long time before reluctantly nodding.

The two are now being coerced by the same fire dragon and are forced to cooperate.

If he succeeds, he'll steal both Golden Egg!

The two discussed and decided that they would start fighting when there were still three minutes left in the match.

They would surely anger the fire dragon, and they would be unable to fight it.

But regardless of whether they get the Golden Egg or not, the match will end quickly after angering the dragon, and the dragon tamer can help deal with the dragon.

This is a huge gamble!

Time ticked by, and Malfoy suddenly threw the snake roll meat at an open space.

He yelled, "You idiot, come look at me!"

Malfoy stuck out his rear end, aiming at the fire dragon.

The Peruvian Vipertooth squinted its cross-eyed eyes at the little worm that had given it half a day's worth of snake meat.

At such close range, there was no reason Ron wouldn't hit. He roared, "Dark Light Crossbow Bolt!"

Black mist emerged from the tip of the wand, emanating a dangerous aura.

The black mist quickly transformed into a dangerous crossbow bolt, shooting out and striking the fire dragon's yellow eye.

The fire dragon let out a mournful howl.

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