Harry Potter’s Natural Villain

Even though Pansy was extremely anxious in the stands, she could only hold back now, because Malfoy's mother, Narcissa, looked as if she would faint at any moment, and her face was extremely pale.

But she still held on, grabbing Lucius' collar while begging, "Go and save Draco, please."

"Trust me." Malfoy's confident face flashed back to Pansy's mind. She grabbed the armrest beside her seat, but she still tried her best to trust him, "Aunt Narcissa, please trust him." Pan West said weakly, but the pale words did not seem to be convincing.

"Where's Dumbledore! Safety measures!" Lucius lost his former demeanor at this time, suddenly stood up from his seat, began to shout hysterically, and hurriedly crossed the steps, trying to rush to the arena .

Hermione stared blankly at the scene in front of her. She didn't expect that her dream would actually come true. Her head was numb, and she only felt that the tip of her tongue was salty. It turned out that her teeth had broken her own at this time. Lips oozing faint blood.

However, just when everyone thought that Malfoy was doomed, a mutation suddenly occurred.

"My God, what the hell happened! This is a miracle!" Bagman's words were like a shot in the arm, injected into the hearts of the audience.

Because after the dragon regained his freedom, the warrior who provoked him and subdued him just looked back deeply, and then fluttered his wings and flew out of the field, rolling up gusts of wind, and blowing the people in the stands. Many viewers stumbled.

Then Malfoy walked over as if nothing had happened, picked up the golden egg, and held it high.

"My God, what happened? Mr. Malfoy just finished his mission? The fire dragon just left! No, no, dragon trainer, come and maintain order, the fire dragon may start attacking the audience!" German continued to scream.

The audience in the auditorium began to riot, one by one stood up from their seats, struggling to flee back, in order to leave the fire dragon's attack range.

At this moment, Dumbledore in the referee bench stood up.

"Stop it." He said calmly, then gently raised his wand and lifted it upward. At this time, the two thick stone pillars on both sides of the field that played a supporting role suddenly began to change, and the extremely hard rock immediately changed. It became flexible, began to grow, twisted, stretched... A pair of rock-like giant hands rose into the sky at this time, swiftly passing over the heads of the crowd, bringing two long and narrow black shadows, and at the same time accurately grasped this. The powerful wings of the Swedish short-nosed dragon, whose head is about to mess up, is like an adult lifting a naughty child with ease, and its legs are at this time by the belated dragon trainers. The special noose was hooked tightly.

It has completely lost its ability to struggle now. In mid-air, only a head is left that can move, shaking desperately and feebly.

At this time, the faces of the two principals sitting beside Dumbledore were not very good-looking. The powerful magic and precise control, Dumbledore's strength was only shocking enough through the exposed hand.

"Thank you for your help! Professor Dumbledore." At this time, a strong man with dark skin and freckles flew over on a broom and saluted Dumbledore.

"Hands up." Dumbledore nodded, then sat back to his seat.

"Guys, work!" The man beckoned to a few dragon trainers who were riding brooms behind.

If Ron had noticed the sky at this time, he might have found out that it was his brother, Charlie Weasley, who was dealing with the dragon.

Six or seven sleeping spells were shot from the tip of the dragon trainer's wand, and the Swedish short-nosed dragon was completely subdued by the advantage of the number of people.

All dust settled.

The flow of the first Warrior's game was over, and Malfoy walked across the gravel-strewn field towards the exit.

From a distance he saw his parents, McGonagall, Snape and Moody, waiting for him.

"Are you okay, Draco?" After Malfoy returned to the entrance, Narcissa immediately followed, grabbed Malfoy's shoulder and asked with concern, seeing that her son on the field was safe from the audience, her Strength returned.

"I'm fine, Mom, that stupid guy is so stupid, he didn't even touch the corner of my shirt." In order to comfort his mother, Malfoy could only try his best to slander the fire dragon.

Although speaking like this, it seems to be belittling himself, after all, the strength of the opponent can also reflect his own strength to some extent.

"That's good." Narcissa patted her chest and said with lingering fears. God knows how worried she was on stage just now.

"Well done, worthy of being my son," Lucius also said with approval. In a short period of time, he has also calmed down his mood, and now all that is left is pride.

"Excellent Transfiguration!" Even the always serious Professor McGonagall showed admiration, "But what happened after that?" She was also a little curious, the dragon seemed to be completely mad after that.

"I guess it's a little hard to accept after learning the truth," Malfoy explained vaguely.

"If I'm not mistaken, Mr. Malfoy should have used the long-lost dragon language just now." Dumbledore dragged his large robe and came to Malfoy's side at this time, followed by Maxim. Madam and Karkaroff could see that neither of them looked very good.

"Am I guessing right, this warrior?" Dumbledore said his inference with a smile, and in his blue eyes, the light symbolizing wisdom kept flashing.

Karkaroff suddenly asked maliciously at this time: "Even so, what would make a fire dragon give up his eggs?"

"The premise is that it is really her egg. Mr. Bagman has just said that this golden egg contains important information for the next level. I can't believe that this egg is real, and the ability of fire dragons to reproduce is low, and it is impossible. Let's play with real dragon eggs at will, so I had a little exchange with the Swedish short-nosed dragon just now."

"By the way, its tail touched the golden egg just now, just to verify what I said again. Female dragons are quite sensitive to their own eggs, so the reason why she wanted to leave the field just now is obvious." Malfoy talked eloquently.

"Little clever, this test is the courage of the warriors!" Karkaroff began to curse at this time. ()