Harry Potter and the Great Old Ones

Chapter 330 The Song of the Nibelungs
Newtscamander trembled as he raised his wand, only to have Dumbledore gently press it back down—

“Heh… watch the game, watch the game,” Dumbledore said, then gave Tyella a disapproving look.

After Viktor Krumm left the court, it was the turn of the last and youngest warrior—

Harry Potter.

"Now! Let's welcome our last and youngest hero, the famous Harry Potter!" Ludobagman shouted through the magic microphone.

He looked incredibly excited, his eyes practically shining as he looked at Harry, drawing sidelong glances from Tyrell and the other referee professors.

It seems Ludobagman has placed a heavy bet on Harry.

As soon as Harry appeared on the field, he pointed his wand in the air and shouted—

"Acio!" Harry shouted, "Patriot Armor, summon! Captain America's Shield, summon! Infinity Gauntlet, summon! Stormbreaker, summon!"

Meanwhile, in the center of the Dragon Arena stood the same Hungarian Tree Peak Dragon as in the original story.

It looked like a giant winged lizard, climbing on the stone pillar, guarding its golden egg.

The Hungarian Tree Peak Dragon's wings were half-folded, like a giant curtain covering the top of the stone pillar. Harry could only see the golden sunlight reflected off the golden egg through the gaps in the wings.

"Awooo—" The Hungarian Tree Peak Dragon stared intently at Harry with its vicious yellow eyes, then roared, opened its mouth full of jagged teeth, and hissed at Harry.

After casting several Suspicion Charms, Harry immediately jumped away, narrowly avoiding the Hungarian Tree-Peak Dragon's spiky tail that swept towards him.

Harry rolled around on the rocky ground a few times, getting covered in black rock dust, before standing up.

At that moment, "Whoosh—whoosh—whoosh—whoosh—"

Three whooshing sounds rang out, and a set of mechanical-looking silver-gray armor, a red, white, and blue shield, and a huge golden glove flew in from outside the arena.

"what--"

"Well!"

"Oh--"

The armor disintegrated on its own as it approached Harry. The first thing to fly over was the armor's mask. The mask slammed into Harry's face. Even though Tyella had added a layer of soft velvet from Nicholas Flamel's cushion to the inner layer of the mask, the speed at which the mask hit Harry's face still made him feel a burning pain and his head spin.

The second thing to arrive was the armor protecting the area where the legs and lower abdomen met, which made Harry groan in pain.

Then come the other parts of the armor.

Tierra encountered the same predicament as Iron Man during the process of forging the armor.

The impact of the armor is so strong that it can sometimes injure the wearer, or even knock them unconscious.

Just like Harry is now.

The Patriot armor, while protecting Harry's entire body, also knocked him unconscious.

However, this did not affect Harry's performance.

As Tyrell sat in the stands, her gaze gradually became vacant, staring blankly at the center of the arena. Meanwhile, in the Slytherin Chamber of Secrets beneath Hogwarts, another Tyrell, lying on a bed, slowly opened her eyes.

Tiera sat up, closed her eyes, and began to sense her magical creation—

Like Tiera herself, Tiera's magical items have not experienced much real combat.

So Tiera really had a good opportunity to test out the magical items she had created during this dragon battle—

Thier planted a remotely controlled magical program in almost all of his magical items using his "knowledge" authority.

In theory, it would allow him to command Tiera as easily as his own arm.

However, the actual results still need to be tested further.

After sitting up, Tiye stretched out his hands and moved his fingers, as if there was an invisible keyboard in front of him.

Captain America's shield, the Infinity Gauntlet, and the Stormbreaker, crackling with lightning, flew toward Harry in an instant. Captain America's shield was attached to Harry's left arm, the Infinity Gauntlet was on Harry's left hand, and Harry's right hand gripped the Stormbreaker. Facing the dragon, Harry, or rather the armor, first breathed fire from the soles of his feet, leaped up, dodging the Hungarian Tree Peak Dragon's flames, and then flew toward the dragon, raising the Stormbreaker for a fierce strike.

The dragon's head sank downwards as it was chopped.

When it was lifted up again, a wound more than a foot wide appeared on the dragon's head.

The wound was charred black, as if it had been washed by a violent electric current.

"Awooo—" The Hungarian Tree Peak Dragon roared painfully to the sky, but this only fueled its ferocity.

Without warning, a thick stream of flames shot towards Harry—

But it was of no use.

With the double protection of Captain America's shield and Patriot armor, Harry was unharmed.

After the Hungarian Tree-Peak Dragon's flames subsided, Captain America's shield suddenly flew towards its head, striking its wound squarely.

"Ouch——"

This caused the fire dragon to let out another mournful howl.

Then the golden Infinity Gauntlet reached out and pinched the dragon's throat hard.

Then, the Stormbreaker in its right hand slammed down on the Hungarian Tree-Peak Dragon's head, relentlessly hammering at the wound like a pile driver—

One minute later, the skull of the Hungarian Tree-Peak Dragon was split open.

Another half minute passed, and the brains of the Hungarian Tree-Peak Dragon were cleaved out.

Another minute passed, and before everyone's eyes, the Hungarian Tree-Peak Dragon, under Harry's relentless onslaught, finally breathed its last.

After that, Tierra relinquished control of the armor, and the armor, including Harry inside, went limp and fell forward—

Harry, along with his armor, fell into the bloody, mangled dragon head.

“He, he, he, he, he!” Newtscamander stretched out a trembling hand, pointing at Harry in the center of the arena, too angry to speak. “He killed another dragon! He, he, he…you, you, you…”

Newt Scamander turns to Dumbledore —

"What's wrong with the students at Hogwarts these days? Why are they all so violent and heartless?" Newt Scamander said angrily.

“Yes, I’ve been wondering about that too.” Dumbledore stroked his beard, then stared indifferently at Tyella. “I know Harry; he wouldn’t even kill a fly off the Quidditch pitch. Why is he acting so violent today?”

At this moment, Tyrell, sitting between Dumbledore and Newt, slowly returned to the body of the "parasite".

Tiera clasped her hands together, then said with a compassionate expression:

"The dragon came from dust and will return to dust. May its soul rest in heaven, Amen."

Dumbledore: ...

Newt Scamander: ...

The two elderly people, both over ninety years old, clenched their aged fingers almost simultaneously.

“Hey, Professor Dumbledore, Mr. Scamander,” Tyella suddenly said, “since it’s dead, would it be alright if I took some dragon blood, dragon meat, dragon hide, dragon bones, dragon teeth, dragon brains, dragon horns, and dragon scales? It’s purely for academic research; you wouldn’t refuse a student who loves learning, would you? You wouldn’t really refuse, would you? You wouldn’t—”

"Boom-"

Dumbledore finally couldn't resist and raised his hand to punch Tyella on the head.

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