HP: Slytherin disguise

The distance was too high, and they didn't know what to do, so they were helpless.

Then look towards the audience seats.

Mr. Bagman opened his eyes wide and exclaimed.

Mr. Crouch stood up instantly, his face gloomy.

Harry felt that his back was about to be roasted.

The fire dragon seemed to want to kill him and kept chasing him, spraying flames and staring at the egg in his arms.

But there was no way Harry could actually give it back.

He lowered his head and looked below, hoping someone would come to rescue him.

Stun the fire dragon, or repel it.

But to his disappointment and despair, everyone was screaming and exclaiming.

The same goes for the dozens of wizards.

They held their wands and stood helpless, looking up.

Mr. Bagman raised his hand to wipe his sweat and turned his head anxiously.

He looked at Mr. Crouch.

Mr. Crouch shook his head and said there was nothing he could do.

"He is in danger! Take action quickly!"

Professor McGonagall stood up suddenly, with an angry look on his face.

"I have to save Harry!" Hagrid shouted, about to rush out of the audience.

Dumbledore frowned and said, "I believe Harry can do it."

There was silence.

Everyone looked at Dumbledore in confusion.

What the hell?

Did we hear it correctly?

Do you think Harry can do it? What can you do!

Feed the fire dragon?

If we don't rescue him immediately, do you still expect Harry to kill the fire dragon?

Professor McGonagall was confused, Hagrid was confused, and all the professors were confused.

Even Mr. Bagman and Mr. Crouch were confused.

Karkaroff even suspected that he heard wrongly.

"It turns out that if you don't take action, Harry will be roasted!"

Decora spoke up.

He raised his hand and pointed over the paddock.

Everyone looked.

A large piece of Harry's clothes had been burned, his hair was fried, and he was in a miserable state.

He looked exhausted.

The fire dragon became more and more courageous in pursuit, its eyes were red.

The students screamed and shouted to help.

They didn't want to see their classmates being roasted into fragrant cooked meat on the spot.

Dumbledore was a little stunned.

Everyone was so anxious that they wanted to give him a slap in the face to make him wake up quickly!

Decorah glared at Dumbledore.

He climbed right over the fence and jumped into the paddock.

He doubted it.

Dumbledore was so bewildered that he ignored Harry's safety in order to be cunning.

But he can't ignore it.

Harry is the key to Voldemort's resurrection. If he dies, everything will be over!

"Decora!"

Professor McGonagall exclaimed and hurried forward, covering her chest in fear.

"believe him!"

Dumbledore suddenly stopped being stunned and woke up.

Everyone gritted their teeth and stared at him, wanting to slap him twice.

Believe it or not!

Do you think Harry can kill the fire dragon?

Now you say you believe in Decorah, isn't this just a disease?

Let two children compete with the fire dragon!

But Dumbledore was too confident and firmly believed that everything would be fine.

They could only stand anxiously by the fence of the auditorium and watch.

Decorah stood on the gravel in the paddock.

He pulled out his wand, looked up at Harry who was almost desperate and shouted: "Come here!"

"Fly this way, Harry!"

Maybe it was forced out of its potential.

Decorah didn't use a sonorous voice and had a loud voice.

Harry, who was about to be roasted, heard it directly. He lowered his head and burst into tears.

Tears fell down.

Then it swooped down and rushed towards Decorah.

The fire dragon roared and sped up to chase after him.

The crowd outside the paddock screamed.

next second.

The fire dragon directly sprayed out the largest flames ever, forming a pillar of fire and rushing towards Harry.

Harry felt the heat growing on his back.

"Step aside!"

Decorah shouted, no matter how Harry got out of the way.

With a wave of his wand, he used the advanced magic spell Dumbledore taught him, blazing fire.

A huge flame instantly rose in the paddock, and as Decorah waved the wand in his hand, it spun and rushed towards the sky, forming a huge flame vortex.

The hot wind formed by the heat wave flew and spread outside the paddock.

The permed person blushed and blew everyone's clothes.

The paddock was almost enveloped in flames reaching into the sky.

The students and wizards outside the fence quickly retreated back and stared into the enclosure with wide eyes.

The flames soaring into the sky.

At this moment, the paddock has turned into a sea of ​​​​fire, but everyone can clearly see the short figure standing in the sea of ​​​​fire.

Harry rode his broomstick, rushed out of the paddock, and fell to the ground outside the paddock.

At this moment, he smelled like paste, his clothes were charred, even his face was covered with black ash, and his hair stood on end like an explosion.

Holding a dragon egg in his arms.

Embarrassed.

Hermione and Ron rushed up to him, hugged him, and started crying.

The Gryffindor students stepped forward one after another, surrounded them, and gave them concerned looks.

Harry looked into the paddock.

Everyone once again looked at the sea of ​​​​fire in the paddock.

Decora suddenly raised her wand and pointed it at the fire dragon.

The sea of ​​​​fire in the paddock instantly rolled up, quickly shrinking and rising like a tornado, and directly collided with the fire pillar that the fire dragon continued to spit out.

Two huge flames collided.

In an instant, a bright sea of ​​fire exploded in mid-air and fell around.

This is a spectacular and powerful scene.

The scene almost fell silent. The students slowly approached the fence and stared blankly.

They have never seen such a powerful curse in their lives!

Even in the newspapers, they had never seen it.

The power of this curse has exceeded their worldview and imagination.

Turning the entire paddock into a sea of ​​flames.

Spectacular, gorgeous, indescribably powerful and incredibly powerful, they lost the ability to speak.

Just stared blankly.

No one said a word or made any sound.

They looked at it blankly, as if they were frightened.

Dumbledore waved his wand to eliminate the exploding fireball before it fell into the crowd.

A group of professors stood in front of the fence, watching in disbelief.

Even Mr. Bagman and Mr. Crouch stared, as if dumbfounded.

The fire dragon screamed, and the flames scorched its belly.

A large area of ​​flesh and blood was exposed, almost blurred, and the burned flesh was falling off.

Its proud and resolute scales were also burned to ashes.

Decorah felt like a spell had been cast.

He was almost hollowed out. It wasn't that he couldn't do it, but that he forgot to control his strength.

He directly used the advanced magic spell as the ultimate move.

But what we need to do now is to deal with the aftermath quickly.

"go to hell!"

The wand was waved fiercely, pointing at the fire dragon.

next second.

A ray of blue light shot out and hit the fire dragon screaming in the air.

Almost instantly.

The huge fire dragon, which was still screaming, was shot directly through the stomach, then paused for a second and exploded in the air.

The smell of blood permeates the air.

The torn pieces of the fire dragon's flesh fell from the sky, like a rain of corpses.

Minced meat and offal, and blood spilled.

They all fell to the ground in the paddock.