The game continued, and the following two players were the Champions of Beauxbatons and Durmstrang.
It is a pity that none of them passed the Dragon test to get the golden egg.
Durmstrang's player was a bit better. He stumbled to the Dragon, but unfortunately, he faced the most vicious fire dragon, the Hungarian Horntail.
The Hungarian Horntail was not as docile as the Swedish Short-Snout and Welsh Green Dragon. When Durmstrang's Champions entered, she watched him vigilantly.
The Champion tried to block the sight of the Dragon with Smokescreen Spell. Then it forced the Dragon out of the Dragon pit. Still, after releasing the Smokescreen Spell, he was dumbfounded because he was also lost and could not find the Dragon's position.
Finally, with the help of Charlie and other staff, he walked out of the Paddock safely.
The girl from Beauxbatons was even more unbearable. Before, she had been watching other people's games in the tent and was under great pressure.
She walked into the Forbidden Forest crying and finally failed at the fifth level because she didn't know how to deal with the Hippogriff.
This is also the worst player so far.
Karkaroff and Madame Maxime are both pale now. They didn't expect the Champions they selected to be so useless.
Fontaine, on the side, almost laughed out loud. But it would be good if they couldn't pass, so it wasn't just his school that was embarrassed.
"Okay, the next contestant is the youngest in this tournament, Harry Potter from Hogwarts!"
Alvin also cheered up. The performance of the two made Alvin sleepy, which was really bad.
He doesn't know how Harry will deal with the Dragon under Snape's training.
Harry heard his name and was ready to go out. At this time, only he, Krum, and Cassandra were left in the tent.
The two just sat there with straight faces and said nothing, making him uncomfortable.
When it was finally his turn to play, he breathed a sigh of relief.
After Harry left, Krum glanced at Cassandra, who had been in the same posture and then moved his gaze to the projector.
"It's the Disarming Charm again! Can't Mr. Potter know any other Charms?"
Alvin's helpless voice sounded over the Quidditch pitch. Harry had reached the fifth level, and the magical creatures he encountered in the first four levels were all defeated by the continuous red light without exception.
Snape's mouth was also twitching at this time. Snape had taught Harry a lot of spells in the past few days, and he even taught him a spell of his own.
But Harry was useless and rushed all the way.
Lily, on the side, was smiling, as was the case with James back then. The Disarming Charm was so well-established that he had defeated many Death Eaters with this spell.
It's a pity... I cannot see him again.
Lily also once asked Alvin if he could resurrect James. Unfortunately, Alvin told her that he couldn't.
"Expelliarmus!"
A burst of red light flashed, and the Flailtail Snail in front of Harry came in response, and he was also relieved.
Fortunately, he didn't get distracted in Hagrid's Care of Magical Creatures class. He knew that the weak point of the Flailtail Snail was in the abdomen. Otherwise, he really didn't know how to pass this level.
Following the sign, Harry entered the sixth level. He did not encounter new magical creatures but saw a flaming phoenix hovering in the air.
"Cree~"
Phoenix song sounded. Harry suddenly felt that the fatigue caused by the continuous passing of the level had dissipated.
A flame fell from Fury's body and landed on Harry's body. To Harry's surprise, he did not receive any damage, and his magic power was still recovering quickly.
This is also the little Easter egg by Alvin. The Champions who meet Fury will restore a certain amount of magic power, eliminate fatigue, and can face the Dragon with a powerful attitude.
Harry came to the outside of the Paddock with a smile. With Fury's blessing, his confidence in this level was even greater.
"Accio Firebolt!"
The sound of breaking the air sounded, and the Firebolt quickly approached Harry from the tent outside the Forbidden Forest.
Holding the Firebolt in his hand, Harry's heart is much more settled. He has a feeling of returning to the Quidditch pitch, the golden egg is the golden snitch, and his task is still to catch it.
Flying through the air on a Firebolt, Harry circled the Hungarian Horntail to get her attention.
The Hungarian Horntail was a little irritated by the harassment. It spewed a few Dragon breaths to try to attack Harry. Unfortunately, the Firebolt was too flexible, and Harry easily escaped all the flames.
Perhaps shy about his own eggs, the Hungarian Horntail, although impatient, did not fly up to chase Harry.
"Looks like I'll have to use an alternative plan."
Continuing to lower his height, Harry flew to the front of the Hungarian Horntail. After dodging the attack of the Dragon's claws twice in a row, he finally found an opportunity. He hit the Hungarian Horntail in the eye with the Conjunctivitis Curse.
"Roar!"
The Hungarian Horntail, who lost her sight, was completely mad. She ignored her dragon eggs and attacked the surroundings.
At this moment in the tent, Krum's face turned peeved.
Broomsticks, and Conjunctivitis Curse, are the things he is thinking. Initially, he planned to use the Conjunctivitis Curse to make the Dragon go crazy. He took the golden eggs during the chaos.
But now, all the methods have been used by Harry in advance.
While there's no rule against using the same method in the game, it would only cost Durmstrang a face if he did.
Krum only felt that the world was spinning, and he had no choice.
And Harry was also struggling under the attack of the Hungarian Horntail. Finally, two minutes later, the Dragon left the Dragon pit. Harry also took the opportunity to swoop and successfully capture the dragon egg, completing the first task well.
"Excellent Summoning Charm and superb flying skills. Mr. Potter has successfully obtained the golden egg, and Hogwarts has become the only school where both Champions have obtained the golden egg!"
Hearing this, the cheers on the pitch became louder, and the little wizards at Hogwarts proudly held their chests.
Dumbledore also smiled, looking at Harry in the projector with relief, ignoring the faces of the Headmasters/Headmistress next to him, and clapping his hands.