HP Princess bravely enters Hogwarts

The tent was suffocatingly hot, but the roaring waves outside were like ice water, pouring down on Harry's tense nerves.

There were too many people, more than I could imagine.

He could feel countless gazes piercing through the canvas and piercing his back.

His palms were sticky with sweat, and even rubbing them on his robe wouldn't dry them. His legs were shaking slightly uncontrollably, which made him feel ashamed, especially after the embarrassing "conversation" with Krum.

Just as he took a deep breath and was about to lift the curtain that separated life and death, a thought flashed through his mind without warning - will she come?

Almost at the same moment when Harry opened the curtain and the dazzling sunlight poured in, the platinum color accurately pierced his panicked eyes.

Cygnus Malfoy.

She was actually sitting there—right in the middle of the professorial chair!

Sandwiched between Dumbledore's wise half-moon glasses and Professor McGonagall's taut jawline.

Among a group of majestic teachers, her slender figure was extremely eye-catching, yet strangely harmonious.

The fact was just as she thought. When Harry opened the curtain, the platinum color almost immediately pierced his panicked eyes.

She was the only student in the room sitting among the professors.

This position itself is a silent but very important declaration.

Harry could even see many people in the surrounding stands pointing in that direction, their faces showing a mixture of astonishment, curiosity, and even a hint of awe.

Draco sat in the front row of the Slytherin area, his face gloomy enough to drip water, his eyes fixed on Cygnus, his lips tightly pursed, obviously extremely dissatisfied with this arrangement.

Segnus seemed unaware.

She sat up straight, her gray-blue eyes penetrating the chaotic arena and firmly fixed on Harry, who had just stepped out of the tent and looked particularly small and flustered.

The strange thing was that my originally restless heart actually calmed down the moment I saw Segnus.

Signas' lips moved silently, forming two words:

"come on."

Harry made up his mind, nodded slightly, took a deep breath, and forced himself to tear his eyes away from her and look at the center of the venue.

The huge creature with scary scales and breathing hot sulfur was paddling the ground anxiously.

This scene was seen by Draco who was far away in the Slytherin audience.

He suppressed the anger in his heart, but held the railing tightly with both hands, with such strength that it seemed as if he wanted to break the railing.

"Ha!" A sharp, piercing sneer pierced through his teeth, filled with undisguised malice and twisted jealousy. "Cheating! Who can't do that? If I cheat too, what's the point of my damned title of warrior? Who the hell is Scarhead?!"

At this moment, he chose to forget that he had just casually cleared Harry of suspicion in front of others not long ago.

These words were heard by the other Slytherins.

They looked at each other and instantly understood the helplessness in each other's eyes.

Draco is still like this. He will never learn to judge the situation. He will always be like a puppy that can only bark when its tail is stepped on. He will never grow up.

Subconsciously, they took half a step to the side, putting some distance between them and Draco.

They knew their position clearly; they were Segnas's people. Since Segnas had made it clear that he wanted to ignore his brother, they naturally had to draw a clear line and there was no reason for them to be involved.

But Pansy noticed that third-year Gareth Selwyn quietly approached the furious Draco.

A shocking scene appeared. Draco, who was trembling with anger in the last second, seemed to be bewitched by something. With a gloomy face, he followed Selwyn and walked towards the exit of the stands.

Pansy's heart was alarmed, and she immediately elbowed Blaise beside her: "Look! Where are they going?"

Brace, who was staggered by the collision, wanted to complain, but when he heard this, he subconsciously looked over, following the two figures with his eyes until they disappeared into the shadows of the passage.

He quickly weighed the pros and cons in his mind and finally made a decision.

"Just stay here. Contact me if there's any unusual activity on the ring."

After saying that, he hurriedly chased after her and disappeared in the same direction.

Pansy frowned, but still listened and subconsciously opened the ring connected to Brace so that she could get the information from there in time.

Draco and Selwyn's little movements in the stands, as well as Blaise's following, were all reflected in the depths of Cygnus's eyes.

The corners of her lips curled up slightly, and then she regained her composure.

Care? Not necessarily.

In her eyes, these were just two restless little characters jumping around, not even worthy of distracting her for a moment.

Besides, whether it's Blaise, Pansy, or even her brother Draco who always disappoints her, the fledglings will eventually leave the nest, and they must be given the opportunity to flutter, make mistakes, and even run into walls.

Even if he gets hurt, it's better than hiding under her wings forever and becoming a useless person like Draco who can only be incompetent and furious.

She stopped thinking about these things and focused her attention on Harry and the Hungarian Horntail again.

At this point the competition has entered a white-hot state.

The golden egg was placed in the center of a group of dragon eggs, guarded by the huge body of the Hungarian Horntail.

The mother dragon was extremely ferocious, breathing fire anxiously. Any attempt to get close to her "children" could result in a devastating blow.

Getting the golden egg is as difficult as climbing to the sky.

Harry took one look at the golden egg and immediately jumped aside and shouted, "Firebolt!"

The moment Harry shouted this, his heart almost jumped out of his chest.

It was a desperate gamble; if the broom didn't come, he would be torn to pieces and scorched by the Hungarian Horntail's claws or the flames.

Time passed by minute by minute, and just as the atmosphere became more and more tense, he heard something whizzing through the air behind him.

Harry turned his head sharply, a familiar track reflected in his pupils.

It's his Firebolt!

It was crossing the edge of the forbidden forest at an astonishing speed, roaring towards its master with an unstoppable momentum.

Each person and each broom were very excited.

Just as the Firebolt flew close to him, Harry displayed his natural instinct as a seeker, accurately grasped the broom handle, and with a neat somersault, straddled it steadily.

Almost at the same time, the Hungarian Horntail's huge claws slammed down on the place where he had just stood, and gravel flew everywhere.

"Well done Harry!"

I don't know who shouted, but the audience burst into applause.

But the game was not over yet. Harry flew into the sky like a silver lightning in his Firebolt, circling rapidly in the sky.

The dragon's breath sprayed past the broom tail, and the heat wave was scorching.

He must be quick and find the flaw in the shortest time possible to grab the golden egg.

A man and a dragon engaged in a thrilling game of life and death between the sky and the earth.

Each of the Hungarian Horntail's attacks carried devastating force, requiring Harry to concentrate terribly to dodge them.

Finally, after countless dangerous maneuvers, Harry finally found an opportunity.

He remembered one of the Thirty-Six Stratagems of the East that Segnus had told him.

Make noise in the east and attack in the west.

It's now!

Harry gave his broom a sudden jolt, feinting a remarkably convincing dive towards the left side of the dragon eggs.

The Hungarian Horntail, eager to protect its young, was fooled and subconsciously swung its huge head and sharp claws fiercely to the left.

The real target is exposed.

Harry made an incredible sharp turn in the air, his body almost parallel to the broom, and like a real lightning bolt, he narrowly missed the gap on the right side created by the Hungarian Horntail's attack.

He swung his arm hard while flying at high speed.

The golden egg was caught under his armpits, dodging the Hungarian Horntail and successfully flew back into the sky.

"Look!!" Commentator Bagman's voice cracked with excitement, his screams echoing throughout the audience. "Miracle! The youngest warrior, Harry Potter! He did it! He's set the fastest time in this tournament so far! The golden egg belongs to him! Victory belongs to him!"

The whole place was filled with applause once again, and the Gryffindors, represented by the Weasley twins, screamed loudly.

They stood in the audience, waving banners specially made for Harry and singing tuneless songs: "The championship belongs to Harry Potter, to the Gryffindor man!!"

However, Harry simply raised the golden egg and waved it towards Cygnus.

His eyes were full of Cygnus, and he was completely oblivious to the emotion in Snape's eyes.

Lily's child is indeed excellent.

Of course he would never admit that Harry's flying talent was inherited from his damn father.