Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows

Obviously, the audience watching from Furong's perspective can also see that this petrification spell seems to be significantly different from others -

The power is too great, and the "petrification spell" is not the kind of spell that expresses power on a physical level.

It can petrify people, but it can never "turn people into stone". That should be a metaphor, not a description.

"you!"

Furong was shocked and angry, but even she herself did not notice that there was a hint of fear in her tone.

This game is crazy!

First Krum, then that Cedric guy from Hogwarts, and finally this Carmen...

Are they all going to kill people?

And! Those other people! Especially Harry Potter!

He doesn't take his own life seriously at all!

Where's the referee? Where's Barty Crouch? If they're not here, where's Dumbledore?

Didn't they promise solemnly before the game that this game, this "Triwizard Tournament" that had finally been resumed after so many years...

Is it absolutely - absolutely - not - life-threatening?

Furong's beautiful face twisted for a moment, and she clenched her teeth.

As she shook her wrist violently, a stream of white silk thread shining with cold light spurted out from the tip of the wand.

This is a dialect spell from a small place in France. The effects are flexible and varied. It is basically Furong's trump card for the competition.

"Aha."

From Furong's perspective, Carmen actually showed an interested expression after seeing this spell that she had never seen before.

No surprise, no caution.

It was an expression of extreme interest and eagerness to try.

This made Furong feel subtly annoyed and angry, and she then increased the speed of the white threads attacking Carmen.

As she attacked, her silver hair moved without wind, becoming a little dull at the roots, and some fine silver scales grew on her skin on her shoulder blades that were invisible and covered by clothes.

Carmen, however, was not at all panicked when facing the white threads that were heading straight for his face.

"Basic materials science test...fire."

There were screams from the audience outside the stadium.

Furong, who was facing Carmen, was so frightened that she even took two steps back. Everything she saw was objectively broadcasted by Anriel's camera:

The raging flames wrapped around Carmen's forearm, and through the orange-yellow flames, it seemed as if one could see the charred flesh.

The visual impact was so strong that the audience seemed to be able to smell the pungent burnt smell through the screen.

Carmen used this hand to tightly grasp the white silk threads that were rushing towards him.

"Oh... you have some fire resistance, and it's not something you grew on your body, right?"

He raised an eyebrow and looked at Furong, who looked at him as if he were a monster.

As she spoke, the "not completely fireproof" thread turned into a small pile of ashes and floated out from between Carmen's flaming fingers.

Furong's eyes turned fierce, and she ignored Carmen's questioning and just sprayed more filaments from her wand.

These silk threads were very flexible and had a strong force. If they were scattered, she didn't believe Carmen could catch them all.

By that time, he would be missing arms and legs, and Furong would not be able to control him anymore...

At least for now, it seems that he doesn't care much about his body.

“The handling is pretty good.”

Carmen praised.

"Basic materials science test...ductility and toughness."

After hearing what Carmen said, Furong had a very, very, very ominous feeling...

"boom!!"

When an iron rod nearly one meter long flew towards Furong, she could only dodge it instinctively.

When the iron rod was firmly embedded in the wall behind Furong, her forehead was covered with cold sweat.

"Ductility... is extremely poor."

Carmen shook his hands in disappointment, and pieces of charred flesh broke away from his hands, fell to the ground, and turned into smaller pieces.

The thin threads that had just been approaching him from all directions had been entangled by the iron rod, and were now as fragile as a kite in a tornado.

Looking closely, Carmen seemed to be holding a strand of silk thread in her hand.

"What else does he want to do?"

This question flashed through the minds of both the audience and Furong at the same time.

Carmen's words frightened everyone, and some people even stood up from their seats...

"So... does it conduct electricity?"

......

Furong almost screamed, but fortunately, she still retained basic thinking ability.

She raised her magic wand sharply, and the threads broke at the root, and then turned into a wisp of smoke and dissipated...

Considering the sparks that were still crackling gently, this wisp of smoke should not be the normal disappearance process of a magical product.

"Anything else interesting? Take it out now..."

Carmen twirled her wand and looked at Furong:

"Maybe you can hold out longer this way. I might even let you go if I'm happy."

These remarks are a naked provocation.

But even if Furong was so angry that she gritted her teeth, she had no other means to use.

Not everyone is Anriel, so it is normal to feel powerless when facing Carmen.

"No more? How disappointing."

Carmen shook her head.

The way he looked at Furong was as if he was looking at a toy that had been played with for a long time. The look of disgust made Furong feel insulted.

She fought back.

However, a red light was faster than Furong's hand and hit her chest directly.

Her beautiful face was twisted in pain, her eyes were wide open and slightly bulging.

Being hit in the chest with a Stunning Spell was not something that could be easily ignored, especially since it was Carmen's spell.

With a "thump", Furong fell to the ground.

This time, there was no need to wait, Anriel directly issued a report:

"The second Beauxbatons champion, Fleur Delacour, is out. Both Beauxbatons champions are out."

Sophante, who was knocked unconscious by Harry, may still wake up, but Fleur, who was knocked unconscious by Carmen, will definitely not wake up in a short time.

In the audience, Madame Maxime had an ugly expression.

The key point is that it is difficult for her to say anything. Everyone is watching what the warriors do from the sidelines. She can't say that it is a collusion between Durmstrang and Hogwarts, right?

Of the two warriors, one was carried away by that extremely strong guy from Durmstrang, and the other was so weak that he was defeated by a fourth-year student...

It’s not that there is nothing to say.

Krum doesn't have an audience perspective...

So it was Krum who shuttled between the contestants from Durmstrang and Hogwarts...

Halfway through her thought, Madame Maxime burst into laughter out of anger.

It seems that I am really too disappointed and I don't even have the magnanimity to do this.

Thinking of this, she turned to Dumbledore and Karkaroff, and raised the corners of her mouth:

"It seems that the students from your two families are still stronger. I just don't know who will get the top three championship cup that has not been given away for more than ten years."