The Harry Potter Show Teaser

211 The Swedish Short-nosed Dragon

"Are you sure it works?" Harry asked Wes, looking into his eyes.

"You have asked hundreds of times, he just wants to cheat and gamble." Weiss rolled his eyes and gnawed at the bread: "Hurry up, let's continue after eating, learn to go to bed early, I don't want to be nagged by Professor McGonagall tomorrow Damn, you have to know that the first class tomorrow is Transfiguration class!"

"Are you a devil?" Harry rubbed the bruise on his arm: "Hermione just grabbed the target tightly, but you actually want to throw me with a chair!"

"If you don't use the shapeshifting technique to conjure a dagger, I'll take good care of you, okay?" Weiss pulled out his wand and turned a book into a dagger with a cold light: "Would you like to try it? I will try not to aim at the vital point of."

"Get out!" Harry roared and poked Wes with the baguette in his hand.

"Don't poke around, when you can use the Flying Curse to catch objects flying towards you in the air, you will definitely master the Flying Curse." Weiss pulled the French stick and threw it into the food box aside: " Also, don't hide anymore, this time is not training your reaction power."

"I'll hide if you don't hit me on the head?" Harry growled, "You're trying to kill me!"

"Can a book hit you to death?" Weiss said angrily, "Did I hit you with a chair?"

"...What you said really makes sense." Harry took a bite of the lamb chops and muttered.

"By the way, I met Cedric, he doesn't know about fire dragons..." Weiss suddenly thought of what happened in the kitchen.

"Then why didn't you tell him? As you said, he and I represent Hogwarts now!" Harry frowned, interrupted Wes's words quickly, and said eagerly.

"Okay, okay, don't be so excited, I told you." Weiss Void pressed the button and signaled Harry to sit down: "You practice yours, you fly for two days tomorrow and the day after tomorrow, practice, you should be the size of the fire dragon I have an impression, if not, let our Quidditch players help."

"I still need to practice flying?" Harry asked himself, raising his eyebrows.

"That's right, you're amazing, you're amazing." Weiss rolled his eyes and said, "Anyway, you decide how to fly."

…August 11th…

"I think I'm more nervous than my first Quidditch match..." Harry swallowed hard.

"As long as you can summon the broomstick, there won't be any problem." Hermione looked at Harry and said affirmatively, "Concentrate and concentrate."

"Do you want to pick up two throwing knives to refresh yourself?" Weiss took out five or six daggers from the stretch bag: "It's just transformed, and it's still hot!"

"...I heard that a fire dragon has a better sense of smell than a hound. Do you want it to spot me all at once?" Harry said angrily, "The night before yesterday, I almost stabbed me a few times!"

"Madame Pomfrey's craftsmanship is really good, look, the skin color hasn't changed." Weiss pointed to Harry's wrist and said to Hermione.

"What the hell! When I went to see him the next day, Madam Pomfrey told me that you almost cut his aorta! Do you know what that means?" Hermione yelled fiercely in Wes's ear .

"Well, it'll be fine." Weiss rubbed his ears and said, "I aimed very well, and I still have Bai Xian."

"It's strange to believe you." Hermione rolled her eyes and said disdainfully.

"...Although it's a bit strange for me to say this, but I believe him." Harry stroked his head and smacked Hermione: "He has been chopped so many times in the past half a month, every time I don’t think it’s a coincidence that I survived.”

"Well, Hermione, look, Harry doesn't care anymore..." Weiss said with a shrug.

"Get out! Who doesn't care anymore! It doesn't hurt to be cut! I bleed a bucket! If you dare to cut me again for no reason, I will definitely release the curse for you! Release the curse!" Harry heard this. The words exploded, and he said with a raised eyebrow.

"Well, in this state, let's deal with the fire dragon!" Weiss patted Harry on the shoulder in relief and said.

"It's really disappointing for you, we still have a history of magic class before we deal with the fire dragon." Hermione reminded aloud.

...the auditorium...

"I'm getting more and more nervous now..." Harry wanted to pour himself a glass of water, but his trembling hands spilled all over the table.

"I'm ready." Hermione took the kettle from Harry's hand and gave him a full glass.

"Tell me, will I not be able to summon you?" Harry drank the water in the glass in one gulp, and reached out for the kettle again tremblingly: "After all, this time it shouldn't be only a classroom away..."

"You have no way out." Weiss helped Harry pour another glass, staring into his green eyes and said seriously: "'If you can't do it, you will die.' You need to cast magic with such awareness."

"Stop joking! Charlie and the others should come to save me! Should they? Is it Hermione?" Harry looked at Wes with trembling eyes, and hurriedly sought Hermione's comfort.

"It should be, as long as you can escape the fire dragon's attack... Persevere until Charlie..." Hermione was also frightened by Weiss' words, and stammered what she didn't believe.

"...I have to believe in myself! I can definitely do it!" Hermione's encouragement seemed to have the opposite effect, Harry was stunned for a while and started self-hypnosis.

"Hahaha, okay, I won't tease you." Weiss couldn't help laughing at the muttering Harry: "Do your best, if you can't do it, hide at Professor Dumbledore's side, the referee's seat So many wizards, afraid of a fire dragon?"

"..." Harry was taken aback when he heard Wes's words, then took a deep breath, and glared at Wess fiercely.

"Eat, don't eat meat, maybe the fire dragon here can also smell meat." Weiss pushed a plate of very natural and environmentally friendly 'green food' over.

"...Although I can't eat it, it would be nice to give me some red!" Harry looked at the pure green food in front of him, frowning fiercely.

"You're right! Hermione, give him a carrot, let's satisfy the wish of the dying man! Hahaha!" Weiss nodded in agreement, and then picked out a carrot head from Hermione's dinner plate , and dropped it on Harry's dinner plate.

When Harry seemed to be about to explode, Professor McGonagall came over and said in an extremely calm voice: "Potter, finish eating quickly, you should go get ready."

"Yes, Professor McGonagall, I can do it..." Harry's anger was swept away in an instant, and his body returned to the regular trembling state. He stood up with his arms propped on the long table, and followed Professor McGonagall step by step. leave.

"Professor McGonagall is also nervous." Weiss said to Hermione watching Professor McGonagall nearly fall to the ground.

"Nonsense! You're the only one not nervous!" Hermione rolled her eyes and took a few deep breaths: "You don't know how difficult it was for me to pretend to be calm just now!"

"How about I go and beat up a few dragons? Anne your heart?" Weiss raised his eyebrows and said, bending his arms to show off his muscles, but he couldn't see anything covered by the wide wizard robe .

"You!" Hermione raised her eyebrows, and then lowered her voice: "Don't comfort me, you may not be able to beat four dragons, your Dragon Slash can only be used once."

"Hey, have you forgotten the alchemy formation I carved on my left arm?" Weiss raised his left arm helplessly to signal Hermione to look over.

"Even if the magic flame doesn't work on you, it's the fire dragon's flame!" Hermione shook her head and said, "It's different."

"They're all fire elements, there's not much difference." Weiss spread his hands and said, "It's fine if you don't believe me. I'll eat some more and we'll go find a good place."

"You can still eat it!" Hermione looked at Wes with helpless eyes and chewed another plate of food.

……

"Why did they build a competition platform so far away? It's still so high!" Weiss complained, "I think the Quidditch pitch is enough."

"If you want to be beaten up by those Quidditch players, of course you can use the Quidditch pitch." Hermione squinted at Weiss and said, "Wooden buildings, green grass, and fire dragons will be amazing." Happy."

"Use a waterproof spell." Weiss shrugged indifferently: "Okay, what you said makes sense, but I don't know if this building is the same as the Quidditch World Cup venue, and it will be discarded when it is used up."

"For wizards, it should be very simple to build this kind of building. Do you remember the Weasleys' house?" Hermione looked up at the still high stairs and couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

"Our family" "What's the matter?" Just as the two were about to continue climbing the stairs, two voices came from behind them.

"Say your house is too magical." Weiss said, "Every time I see it, I have to rub my eyes for a long time."

"We also" "Always feel that way" "But we're still" "Proud of it!" the twins responded with a laugh.

"Yes, yes." Weiss nodded in agreement and asked at the same time: "Where is Ron? We waited for him for a long time, didn't he go to have breakfast?"

"He went early in the morning", "for us" and "occupied a seat!" The twins laughed and pointed to the stand at the top of the stairs.

After everyone chatted and laughed and climbed the steps, Weiss saw Ron shivering in the cold wind at a glance.

"You are so active." Weiss pulled a cloak from the stretch bag and threw it over.

"No way, I didn't expect the sun to disappear suddenly." Ron took the cloak and wrapped it tightly around his body, his teeth chattering constantly: "Is there any hot chocolate?"

"How is it possible? I can't take everything out of my pocket!" Weiss curled his lips and said, "There are two pieces of chocolate, why not?"

"Forget it, I can hold on for a while longer." Ron shook his head and wrapped himself up tighter.

……

"...Now please be extra careful! Hold on to everything around you! Please don't scream so as not to irritate it! Because it is the most ferocious magical creature in the world - the fire dragon! Look everyone! It has already It was pulled out! A female Swedish Brachysaurus was brooding! What a mighty roar! What a fierce flame! Look at the huge rock that seems to have begun to melt!..." After a long speech, Ludobard Mann finally began to stir up the atmosphere of the game.

"...Hermione, is this the fire dragon here?" Weiss stared blankly at a silver-blue fire dragon off the field, pointed at it and asked Hermione.

"Yes... yes... it's terrifying... that flame! that wing! that tail! It's a wise decision for Hagrid to send Norbert away!" Hermione grabbed Wes's arm tightly with one hand and covered herself with the other. One eye peeked out from between his fingers.

"What the hell! Is this a fire dragon?" Weiss looked at it in surprise, looked at it carefully for a while and said in surprise, "It's so big? Are you kidding me?"

"Small? What are you kidding! It can swallow Harry in one gulp!" Hermione turned her head and looked at him when she heard Wes's words, looking surprised.

"Our dragon is as tall as us with one back toe!" Wisby said with a stroke, then stretched his head over the railing to look at the fire dragon below: "Does it have some wisdom?"

"Wisdom? Maybe there is?" Hermione imitated Wes and stretched out her head to look at the fire dragon, but a flame shot up into the sky in front of her, startling her: "This flame is so sudden! The air seems to be It's going to burn!"

"...May I ask?" Weiss turned to look at Hermione, blinking and asking.

"No! What should I do to attract its attention!" Hermione dragged Wes back to the seat and said, "What if it spits fire on us!"

"Hey! Weiss! Didn't you say you can speak dragon language? Talk to it!" Dean leaned over from the back row at this time, and laughed while holding Weiss' shoulder.

"That's right, let's see and see!" Simo also pointed at the fire dragon with a smile and said, "I don't believe it yet, you really know how to speak."

"Exactly! We don't believe it! Let it poke its head over, I want to touch it!" Lavender also held Parvati's hand and looked over here.

"You can't do this..." Hermione looked like she was about to cry.

"That's right, seal their mouths with the facts!" Parvati immediately covered Hermione's mouth that wanted to say something else: "Let those men who don't believe you believe you!"

"Although you said so, I always feel that you are joking with me." Weiss raised his eyebrows at Parvati, and then looked back: "Aren't you afraid? Want to take a closer look?"

"Although I don't believe it either, but I would rather believe you at this time!" Ron also struggled to break free from Seamus' arm with a bitter face: "I don't want to see it up close! It's too scary!"

"Don't make noise! ​​Ron! Harry has to watch it up close later!" Dean stepped forward to help lock Ron, then turned to Weiss and said, "Yes! We don't believe it! Dragon slang or something!"

"Since that's the case, everyone, don't run away, maybe you can grab some dragon scales..." Weiss shrugged and stretched his head out.

"No! I believe you! Don't call it!" Hermione struggled to break free from the grip of the two women, stepped forward and pulled Wes's arm back.

"Hermione! You can't spoil everyone's fun just because you are alone!" Parvati and Lavender stepped forward and grabbed Hermione's arm and pulled it back the moment they broke free, but suddenly they were all taken aback, because A non-human voice came out of Weiss's mouth. Although it was not high-pitched or harsh, it was only composed of a few syllables. But the moment they heard this voice, the three girls were all stunned, and their hearts suddenly surged. Bad premonition: because the roar that rang through the entire arena just now has disappeared, accompanied by the sound of cracking gravel and flapping wings, as if a heavy object is rapidly approaching their stands.

"You shouldn't..." The blood on Lavender's face faded at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"It's all your fault!" Hermione roared hoarsely, slapping Parvati and the two frantically.

"...Let's run now, is there too late?" Parvati's smile also froze, and even her usual oral habit seemed particularly light.

"...You two bastards! Let me go! I can see its horns!" Ron also struggled to break free from Seamus and Dean's grip, trying to escape, but there was no strength in his legs.

"Come on, little Gryffindor wizards, now I would like to introduce to you—Swedish Short-Snouted Dragon, female, 30 years old." Weiss turned to the Gryffindor wizards behind him and said word by word. Stretching his arms, a silver-blue faucet slowly rose from the edge of the stand, and his yellow vertical pupils looked down at the crowd, snorting continuously and spraying wisps of small flames.

"Everyone, don't make a mess! Don't make any noise! ​​Back up slowly! Back up! Don't turn your back on it, and don't look into its eyes! Damn it! How could it give up its protective eggs and fly over directly! Fortunately, there is still an iron chain that has not been caught. Break it! Everyone keep quiet! Don't make a mess!" Just when the stands on Wes's side were unusually quiet, a voice that Wess had never heard rang from above their heads.

When everyone heard the notification above their heads, their heads that had been raised up suddenly rose even higher, and they met the pair of huge pupils scanning around in an instant.

The owner of the pupil seemed to be stimulated all of a sudden, a roar sounded from the thick and long neck, and after the roar was over, a yellow-white flame lit up in the closed mouth.

(End of this chapter)