The berserk flame breath continued.
The audience sitting on the side quickly noticed the anomaly.
"Look at the flame, how it forked."
Everyone took a closer look.
The dragon's breath of the Hungarian Horntail was divided into two flames, one on the left and one on the right.
As for why it became like this, the answer is obvious.
Lucas held his wand, and the flames slid past him without hurting him at all.
"I still have a lot of spells to try, can't you just cooperate for a little longer?"
"Depulso!"
A blinding white light erupted from the tip of the wand and the dragon's breath of the Hungarian Horntail was instantly pushed back.
The big dragon with a size of 15 meters and a weight of 4-5 tons was sent flying by the powerful spell. Its heavy body slammed into the wall of the arena, and the whole stands trembled.
The audience exclaimed again, while many timid people immediately hugged their companions.
"Powerful! Incomparably powerful, Mr. Grindelwald finally showed his great strength."
"I believe that many people have read the report of the "Daily Prophet", and should know what the core of Mr. Grindelwald's wand is."
"That's right, it's the hair of a mythical creature, a real Elf. I believe that his powerful strength largely comes from his extremely powerful wand."
"Shut up, Ludo Bagman!" Some audience members roared dissatisfied.
They don't want to listen to this gambler's nonsense, they just wanted to keep watching the show.
Everyone wanted to know what Lucas would do next, waiting for him to teach the Hungarian Horntail a lesson.
The three girls finally let out a long breath of relief. Just now their hearts jumped to their throats, and they almost passed out directly.
"Bastard! Go and take the stupid golden egg, why are you still dawdling?!"
Hermione stood up angrily and yelled at her boyfriend in the arena, while Cho and Ginny looked at her amusedly and said "language" in unison.
At this moment, the dragon had been launched far away, and the nest of dragon eggs was not far from Lucas.
As long as he stepped forward quickly, reached out and took the golden egg in his hand, the task would be over.
But, Lucas did not intend to end the task so easily.
He folded the parchment and placed it in the robe pocket, the smile on his face also subsided.
It was rare to see Lucas showing a serious expression, he always carried a smirk or a teasing grin on his face.
The students of Hogwarts cheered up immediately, especially Slytherin House.
They proudly looked at the people around them, and kept telling others that it was their Chief who was there.
Dumbledore put down the sweet in his hand for the moment, because he had already noticed a strange feeling in the air.
The gravel on the ground began to vibrate, slowly floating up from small to large and a heavy sense of oppression swept through the audience.
The stands that were full of people shouting just now, suddenly became completely silent at this moment.
Gradually, some of the younger students began to cover their chests, feeling like a big stone was pressed against their chest, making them unable to breathe.
The Hungarian Horntail shook its head uneasily and its big yellow eyes were full of fear. The heavy chains rattled as they swayed.
The sound made the audience in the stands even more irritable.
Dumbledore had risen from the judges' seat at this moment.
Although he didn't know what Lucas was going to do, he was sure that if the upcoming events are not handled properly, it is easy to accidentally hurt the audience.
He brought together the Hogwarts professors, preparing to take action together to protect the audience if the situation gets out of control.
"Merlin! Look at the sky!"
A terrified voice sounded and everyone looked up at the sky, only to see that the sky had turned completely red.
It was as if the entire sky had been set on fire, the air was starting to get hot and dry.
It's clearly winter, but everyone in the place was sweating profusely.
Just at this time, the Hungarian Horntail broke free of its chains.
Not giving time for the dragon tamers to react, it flapped its wings and flew into the sky.
Dumbledore had also intended to block the Horntail's imminent attack, but found out that the dragon was actually fleeing away in a panic.
"Since you like flame attacks, how about trying my flames?!"
Lucas' cold voice reached everyone's ears as they saw him raise his wand.
Immediately afterwards, everything seemed to be in flames.
The surrounding sounds disappeared, even people's vision became blurred, but everyone still understood what Lucas said next.
"Forbidden Magic—Seraphim's Elegy!"
A white flame fell from the sky and passed right through the Hungarian Horntail, finally reaching the ground. The surrounding hard stones were instantly gasified.
The flames came and went in what must have been an instant.
Then a cool breeze blew, and the sky returned to its original color.
Lucas gasped slightly, after all, it was a forbidden spell that only quasi-legends could use.
The reason why he took so long to cast the forbidden spell was not because the casting time of the forbidden spell was long, but because he was controlling and weakening the power of the spell.
He didn't want to burn the fire dragon to ashes, otherwise his painstaking efforts to kill the dragon would all be gone!
Boom~!
The Hungarian Horntail fell on the arena right behind Lucas as he stood there with a calm face.
The loud noise also woke everyone up.
"What happened just now?"
"I feel like I've died once!"
"It's terrible, look at my beard, it's all burnt."
"Look at the arena!"
Everyone hurriedly looked towards the arena.
Looking at the completely changed arena and the Hungarian Horntail that was laying there looking dead, the audience was left with shocked expressions.
Suddenly, footsteps sounded and under the gaze of everyone, Lucas walked up to the dragon.
At this moment, it was still alive, if only barely.
This is what Lucas did on purpose, because the dragon's blood must be taken out when it is alive to be useful for what he wants to use it for.
The goblin sword appeared in the palm of his hand and the sharp blade instantly pierced the dragon's heart.
A drop of golden blood flowed down the blade and Lucas hurriedly took out an alchemy bottle to collect it.
Seeing his actions, everyone present felt baffled, but only Dumbledore and Professor Snape understood what he was doing.
The Spirit Purifying Potion requires the blood of a Phoenix, the heart blood of a dragon defeated through single combat, etc.
Now the two difficult to obtain ingredients have been collected.
"Uh...it's unbelievable that Mr. Grindelwald killed the Hungarian Horntail at the end, and he is completely unscathed."
Then Bagman shut his mouth, because he didn't know what to say next.
"Then, judges, place your scores."
10 points, 10 points, 10 points!
Dumbledore, Crouch and Madame Maxime, all gave ten points.
After seeing the powerful magic just now, there's no way they could give a lower score.
After a short rest, the audience has finally recovered from the shock just now.
Seeing the scores given by the three "fair" judges, they shouted loudly, and many people also held up 10-point signs to show their support.
Next up is Ludo Bagman.
Lucas looked at him with a slight smile, definitely non threatening.
The surrounding sound insulation magic has long been destroyed by the forbidden spell, so he can hear clearly what everyone is saying now.
"I, I give 9 points!"
Lucas' cold eyes brought him tremendous pressure.
Between money and life, Bagman decisively chose his own life.
In the end, only Karkaroff was left.
Lucas raised his wand and kept tapping his palm.
Karkaroff swallowed his saliva, and finally gave a high score of 8 points.
The 2 points deducted were probably his last stubbornness.
"Okay, the scores are now in and the lowest scorer is Cedric Diggory, who scored 33 points in this first task."
"Followed by Miss Fleur Delacour, who scored 34 points; while Viktor Krum and Harry Potter are tied for second place, and they both have 40 points."
"Finally, the winner of the first task, Mr. Lucas Grindelwald, he scored 47 points, let us applaud and congratulate him!"
There was thunderous applause and cheers all around, the Slytherin students were probably going to need a potion to fix their vocal cords from so much shouting.
Lucas turned on the system to check his achievements.
[Ding, congratulations to the host for winning the first victory in the Triwizard Tournament, currently ranking first, and receiving a reward: a chance to draw a platinum prize.]
Closing the system feeling satisfied, he noticed that the other four champions had come to his side.
Ludo Bagman continued: "Then I'm going to say something about the next task."
"The next task will be at 9:00 am on February 24 next year, and you can have a long break."
"But I want to remind you one thing, look carefully at the golden egg in your hand, it can be opened."
"The clues for the second task are inside. You need to decipher the clues during this period. The sooner you do it, the more time you have to prepare."
"Okay, I announce that the first task of the Triwizard Tournament is over!"
Amidst the cheers, the five champions left the venue first.
…
Slytherin common room.
The celebration party lasted until late at night.
Everyone cheered for Lucas, happy for him, and proud of having such an amazing Chief.
Even Professor Snape, who hated such occasions, joined the party for a while.
Lucas felt that he actually came to ask him for the dragon blood.
Really, as soon as he handed it over, Professor Snape turned and walked outside in a heartbeat.
But at least he said "Congratulations" before leaving.
At this moment, Gryffindor and Hufflepuff are probably having a party too.
If nothing unexpected happens, the life of Harry should be much easier in the future.
His victory against the Dragon should wake up most of those who are jealous of him.
"Lucas, quickly open the golden egg and see what the clue is!"
Draco turned and walked towards the golden egg.
Lucas, who had no time to stop him, only had time to put a spell to protect his ears.
After the loud shrieking sound, the Slytherin common room suddenly fell silent.
It took a while until Pansy Parkinson said: "What was that screaming just now? It's just horrible."
"I suspect that if I listen too much, I will bleed to death!"
The little snake who was devastated by the Selkie's sound wave seemed to lose interest in the party all at once.
Lucas only gave a four-word evaluation on this: "It's your own fault!"
The party was finally over and Lucas, who returned to his room, locked the door.
"System, immediately use the platinum lottery."
The familiar prize pool appears.
Accompanied by a ray of platinum light flying out of the prize pool, the system prompt also sounded in his ears.
[This lottery draw is over, congratulations to the host for winning the platinum reward: Elven Magic— Void Grasp (Level 1)]
[Void Grasp (Level 1): Use the power of the void to pull the target's soul out of the body, and give the user the ability to attack spirit bodies. Note: The casting distance is determined by the strength of the user's magic power, and the quasi-legendary casting distance is five meters.]
"Seems to be good!"
Checking out this reward, Lucas was quite satisfied, Elf magic never disappointed him.
After such a tiring day, he fell on the bed right after taking a shower.
…
Currently in London.
The Daily Prophet was printing the latest news about the Triwizard Tournament.
All the wizards and witches of England, even the ones from other countries were waiting for this newspaper.
…
The night passed quickly.
With the first task over, the students returned to their regular classes.
In the Transfiguration classroom, Professor McGonagall announced the arrangements for Christmas.
"What? The Yule Ball?"
Professor McGonagall looked at the loud Ronald Weasley with displeasure.
"Mr. Weasley, will you please sit down and listen to me?"
Ron nodded with a red face, and sat back in his seat in embarrassment.
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