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The black spear, carrying a dangerous aura, pierced through.
At such close range, with the dragon's attention drawn to Malfoy... there was virtually no chance of evasion.
Most importantly, the eye is just a blister that bursts easily... It has no dragon scales, zero magic resistance, and no level three physical defense armor.
Otherwise, why would they say that the eyes are the most vulnerable part of a fire-breathing dragon's body?
This suddenly gives me the feeling that close-range shotguns are truly invincible; as long as it hits, it's one shot and you're out.
Thus, the black spear pierced the fire dragon's left eye without any hindrance.
A pitiful wail echoed through the arena, nearly knocking Ron and Malfoy unconscious.
While Malfoy was bending over and twirling around, he had already sneakily run towards the Golden Egg.
He was incredibly fast, Ron, realizing he couldn't catch up, raised his wand and roared, "Rictusempra!"
A flash of silver light struck Malfoy in the back, causing him to bend over and pant heavily.
Ron surged ahead, and Malfoy, panting heavily, pointed his wand at Malfoy's knee and gasped, "Tarantallegra!"
Ron's legs began to twitch uncontrollably, as if he were dancing a quickstep.
The two scrambled and stumbled as they moved toward the Golden Egg.
Everyone knows that the more Golden Egg you have, the higher your score.
But Malfoy had spent half an hour creating the python, and his magic was almost completely depleted. He quickly fell into a disadvantageous position in the contest.
Ron was the first to grab the two Golden Egg.
Malfoy hugged Ron from behind, and the two spun around, jumped, and closed their eyes...
The enraged fire dragon, enduring the pain, opened one eye and unleashed its most powerful dragon breath.
The scorching flames were now magnified before their eyes! The refraction of air caused by the heat was clearly visible, as if space itself had been distorted.
It seems like they'll turn into human skewers any second now.
But their gamble paid off; dragon tamers appeared from all directions, raising their wands.
The Flame Explosion into fireballs, scattering in all directions like shotgun pellets.
Two more wizards seized Ron and Malfoy, then Apparition and disappeared.
Ten minutes later, the fire dragon, having lost an eye, was completely subdued.
The Peruvian Vipertooth lay on the ground, drool dripping from its mouth, one eye still slightly open, filled with resentment and regret.
This is what happens to foodies!
Do you still dare to be greedy?
The audience was completely bewildered, utterly bewildered.
In the last three minutes... the Feng Yun changed dramatically.
The fire dragon was leisurely enjoying its skewers when it suddenly screamed and spewed out flames.
What exactly happened?
Did the dragon, not satisfied with its meal, want to eat Weasley and Malfoy as well?
No one knew; all they saw was Ron holding two Golden Egg, his body covered in wounds, but his face beaming with pride.
Malfoy glared at him with hatred, his expression twisted in various ways, as if he wanted to strangle him.
If I had to describe it, it would be like those perverts in the Celestial Empire.
He must have felt immense jealousy and anger upon learning that his wife, Satomi Ishihara else!
Although you have many wives, if you marry one today and another tomorrow... it won't last long.
The audience erupted in noise, with Li loudly commentating and speculating about what had just happened.
The referee's bench fell into an eerie silence.
After a long silence, Karkaroff wore a mocking smile, his blue eyes gleaming with amusement.
"I don't recall anyone telling me that Champion could use Dark Magic —have I not read the rules carefully enough?"
"That's impossible!" Madame Maxime also joined forces with Karkaroff.
She snapped, "According to the rules, Champion are forbidden from using Dark Magic."
"Yeah, if we could use that, our school's Champion wouldn't have been in such a sorry state just now," Karkaroff scoffed.
"I'm not bragging, but most of the students at our school have mastered a few Dark Magic. If they can't use them, their power is severely weakened."
That's true. Durmstrang is a magic school famous for teaching Dark Magic.
"But," Ludo spoke up, "That was a very dangerous moment, and I think... we could have been more lenient."
"What do you think?" Maxime stared at Ludo, his tone filled with disgust. "So, we can disregard the rules?"
"That's not what I meant, but we have to be realistic..."
"Actually?" Maxime exclaimed indignantly, "When Granger used Apparition, you objected, saying she was violating the rules;"
Weasley used Dark Magic, clearly violating the rules, and you're saying we should proceed from reality?"
She gave a mocking laugh.
"I propose an investigation into Mr. Bagman; I suspect he is involved in off-field betting... and is attempting to manipulate matches."
Ludo opened his mouth, but ultimately said nothing.
"That's a very serious accusation, Madame Maxime," Dumbledore said. "It needs evidence."
"I have no evidence, but everyone can see Mr. Bagman's double standards." Maxime gave Ludo a disgusted look.
Karkaroff is a scoundrel, but it's obvious to everyone... He favors his own school.
But Bagman put on a fair face and applied double standards... which disgusted her even more.
Ludo shut up completely.
"If we cannot be given a reasonable explanation, Beauxbatons will refuse to participate in the remaining matches," Madame Maxime said.
"What do you think, Barty?" Dumbledore asked, looking up.
"The match must go on, so Weasley cannot be disqualified. But this round's results are void," Crouch said coldly.
"Alright, it seems the referees have reached a consensus," Li said, glancing at the referee's table.
"Regarding Mr. Weasley's score, he has two Golden Egg... I fairly believe it's at least in the seventies."
But given his overall performance, he should be considerably less impressive than Miss Delacour.
"What?!" Lee suddenly shouted, "I just received news from the referee's table that Mr. Weasley's score for this round is null and void."
Ron stared incredulously at the referee's table and shouted, "I have two Golden Egg! Why?!"
"Because... the use of Dark Magic is prohibited in the Triwizard Tournament!" Li read out the verdict.
"Mr. Weasley clearly used an offensive Dark Magic at the last moment, therefore this round's score is invalid."
Ron stood there, frozen in place.
He once possessed Voldemort's diary. Tom taught him a few Dark Magic in an attempt to corrupt him.
Ron studied for more than half a year and then used it at Lockhart's Duelling Club.
The result was disastrous; Malfoy was no match for him and was nearly killed.
Ron never used that Dark Magic again after that.
but...
"I didn't use it on a wizard," he argued. "And I didn't know it couldn't be used..."
"Advancing the rules is the Champion ' business," Crouch said curtly. "Your ignorance is not the Ministry of Magic's responsibility."
"But I have two Golden Egg," he said gruffly, his neck stiff.
"Child, without that Dark Magic, how many do you think you would have?" Maxime asked directly.
"Why don't you use so many useful spells, like the Conjunctivitis Curse?"
Ron remained silent... There wasn't enough time; he hadn't learned it.
Malfoy grinned smugly.
Now that Weasley's results have been cancelled, those two Golden Egg...
Madame Maxime raised her wand into the air.
A long, silver ribbon-like thing shot out from the wand, forming a large [4].
Next up was Crouch. He shot one into the air.[3]
Dumbledore smiled and gave him one.[9]
Ludo followed suit and gave [6]...
If you didn't know better, you'd think this was a 10-point competition.
Clearly, the judges did not believe that a Champion was treated like a skewer by a fire dragon and then had snake meat roasted for it... deserved double digits.
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