Harry Potter’s Book of Sin Chapter 174: The violent dragon slayer

The sword is in hand, so what else is there to say?

Harry flicked the broomstick again, turned around and rose into the sky, the Gryffindor sword in his hand gleaming dazzlingly under the sunlight.

The dragon and lion were right in front of him, and the huge body obscured Harry's sight. At this time, in his eyes, except for the crimson dragon scales, nothing was seen.

At this moment, Harry has maximized his talent as a seeker! The flying broomstick seemed to be alive under his control. The owner who carried it bypassed the bite of the dragon and lion, and almost wiped the scales of the dragon under its neck.

Harry's eyes were very sharp, and he quickly swung the sword in his hand with quick eyes, and the blade that was not originally sharp exploded in his hand with amazing power.

In that moment, the scales on the neck of the dragon and lion were like butter, and the defense was easily broken by the Gryffindor sword, and even the neck was cut by a half!

The next second, the warm dragon's blood was sprayed out like money-free.

"Boom!"

The dragon and lion lost their strength, and fell heavily on the ground with the inertia of the dive, ploughing the ground into a deep gully.

The audience in the audience was boiling. A small number of people felt a little uncomfortable with this scene, but most of them were cheering for Harry's bravery and fearlessness.

A true dragon-slaying warrior is born!

Although there are no wizards who will pursue dragon slaying for a long time, and fire dragons have long become one of the magical creatures kept in captivity by wizards, but the power of fire dragons is still recognized in the world.

However, everything does not seem to end there.

I don't know what happened to Harry, amidst the laughter of the audience, he made a behavior that no one expected!

"Drink"

Harry's eyes were red, he roared wildly, and he turned his broom again to rush towards the lion and lion on the ground.

The sword light flashed several times, only to hear a soft "click", and the dragon head was cut off. The hot dragon's blood was constantly flowing from the flat fracture, and the shocking red spread quickly.

But Harry still didn't seem to have the intention to stop. He carried the Gryffindor sword and kept swinging, falling, and swinging again. The dragon blood splashed again and again, inevitably spilling on him. Face and body.

The boiling blood of the audience cooled with the dripping dragon's blood. Everyone looked at Harry in the field blankly, all dumbfounded.

What's wrong with him?

Just when everyone was so surprised that they couldn't close their mouths from ear to ear, a red light beam shot from Harry's side, knocking him down easily.

The Gryffindor sword in his hand took off and flew, and then stuck it diagonally on the ground with a "swish". It can be seen that even though there was so much dragon blood splashing around just now, the body of the sword was not stained a bit, and it was as clean as new.

"Harry...what's wrong?"

Just now when the dragon and lion landed, Maca had already pulled Hermione to her side, avoiding the tragic ending of her being crushed into meat pie by that huge body.

"I also want to know what's wrong."

Maca retracted the wand into the sleeve, frowned and walked over there. As he passed the Sorting Hat, he picked it up easily.

"Do you know what's going on?" Maca asked casually.

"Finally someone thinks of the hat. The poor hat is enough on the ground...Oh? You are Maca McLean...I remember you! Yes, I remember very clearly!" the Sorting Hat shouted. "Have you seen that stupid bird?"

"Answer my question first." Maca shook his hat and asked again, "What happened to that just now?"

"Don't shake it! Don't shake it..." The Sorting Hat hurriedly said, "Just now? You mean that... Hmm... Harry Potter? Yeah... I don't know too much, but..."

"But what?"

"But I have seen some similar scenes..." The Sorting Hat seemed to be reminiscing, "I remember, that was when Godric and Salazar were still in the castle... You may know, The two of them always like quarrels and fights. They are so old, they look like children! Hmm...Speaking of which, Godric never wears a hat well, he always hangs me on his back and dangles when walking. ..."

"...said the point." Maca couldn't help shaking his hat again, interrupting its nagging.

"Okay! This is about to reach the point... One day, the snake raised by Salazar was taken by Godric to make Helga stew again, and the two of them fought again. But that time was different from the usual one. Godric was endless when he started his fight, and he made heavy shots. Salazar was also beaten up, and these two guys broke the ceiling of the castle hall!"

"The two were separated until Rowena came over and didn’t know what was done."

Maca listened carefully, but the Sorting Hat stopped halfway through.

"What about?"

He noticed that Harry had risen dizzyly, and the rescue team that had been dispatched before had also surrounded Harry, and he returned his attention to the sorting cap.

"Next? Nothing... Didn't I just say it, I am not very clear... Ouch, stop shaking..."

Maca ignored the Sorting Hat anymore. He glanced at Harry from a distance, and then quickly walked towards the Gryffindor Sword that was slanted on the ground.

However, when he held the hilt and tried to pull it out, the sword didn't move.

"Is it possible that this thing is really a sword in the stone?" Maca grinned.

"Sword in the Stone? Of course not!" The Sorting Hat exaggeratedly exclaimed, "How can that kind of silly sword be compared with this sword! This is"

"What is it?" When Maca saw it halfway through, he didn't say a word, and habitually tossed it again.

"Don't shake it! Don't shake it anymore... I can't say it again..." The Sorting Hat screamed, "Remember what I said when I sorted you? This sword is destined to have nothing to do with you! "

"Okay, okay..."

Maca shook his head, and threw the sorting cap casually. Amid the roar of the hat, it fell into the hands of Hermione who had just walked here.

"In terms of being rude, you have a fight with Godric!" The Sorting Hat murmured loudly, "Remember, you will always know when you should know! Then you will ask the stupid one yourself. Birds go!"

Since Harry was beaten to the ground by Maca just now, his condition seemed to have recovered. At this moment, he was looking at the corpse of the fire dragon with a complicated expression, and his heart was already in a mess.

These plans today seem to be wonderful, but they are all predetermined by others. Harry was not too happy that he actually killed a fire dragon.

On the contrary, he himself remembers very clearly the craziness of the last ten seconds or so. He can even clearly recall the almost overflowing obsession in his heart when he slashed the fire dragon with his sword just now.

The feeling was very refreshing, and even now that he remembered, he still had the urge to hold the hilt again, but the feeling of being unable to himself made him feel intensely uneasy.

Just around Harry, who was in a daze, the rescue team members did not go to talk to him. They came this time not because of Harry, but to drag back the body of the dragon and lion in front of them.

Under Bagman’s questioning, all members of the referee team unanimously stated that the game will go on normally.

In the following time, Hermione stepped forward and said a few words to Harry. Harry seemed to be better, he stepped on the broomstick and flew quickly toward the top of the mountain again.

Hermione easily drew the Gryffindor sword and returned it to the hole under the sorting hat.

After that, she hurried to a yew forest in the distance.

The magic hourglass used to time the game was still leaking sand. When the last grain of sand quietly settled, the first event of the Triwizard Tournament was finally over.

"...Alright! Let's see... Ladies first!" Bagman said loudly, "Miss Fleur Delacour, the warrior of Boothbarton School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, she only spent about eight I found the box that belonged to her in three hourglasses!"

The teachers and students of Boothbarton immediately applauded neatly, and they were all happy for Furong.

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"Next is Miss Hermione Granger, the warrior of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. She took a long time, but she did well five-eighths of the hourglass time!"

The students at Hogwarts also clapped hard, although most of the little snakes are perfunctory, but the number advantage still exists, and the applause is much more enthusiastic than Boothbarton.

"It's also the warrior Harry Potter from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry!" Bagman paused, then said loudly, "Exactly one-half of the hourglass time!"

"Finally is the warrior of Durmstrang College, Maca McLean! One sixteenth of the hourglass time! You heard it right, he only spent one sixteenth of the hourglass time!"

To tell the truth, everyone can't see clearly that the valley where Maca's box is located is rugged. In addition, Maca deliberately hid it, but most people didn't notice, he actually got the box long ago.

"Of course! Everyone has to pay attention!" Mr. Bagman said again, "It's not just time that determines the score. The referee will also discuss each warrior's score based on the performance of each warrior!"

"Now, please go to the first aid tent to check your physical condition, and take a break by the way. The referees are already carefully considering your scores, presumably..."

Bagman continued to speak, while the four warriors, led by Madam Pomfrey, walked to the emergency tent outside the wall.

But when they stayed in the tent not long, Harry and the others saw that Ron came in with heavy steps. His face was frighteningly pale, and he stood at the entrance of the tent and stared at Harry blankly, as if looking at a ghost.

"Harry... Are you... okay?"

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