HP Shavings Wizard

Chapter 319 Chinese Fireball Dragon

That leaves two.

Professor McGonagall was conflicted.

She felt that as a professor of Transfiguration, it was really hard for her to give a low score to this competition that combined advanced Transfiguration, Animagus and combat almost flawlessly.

But in this game, the cruel, violent aggressiveness and bloodthirsty murderous intent shown by Allison were indeed frightening.

Ordinary dark wizards don’t have this!

Professor Cat pursed his lips and finally gave a score of nine.

This makes sense.

After all, although Alison achieved her ultimate goal, she killed the dragon and injured herself...

It could have been avoided.

With Allison's ability, it is entirely possible for her to take the golden egg and escape unscathed.

She is a professor at Hogwarts, but Professor McGonagall is fair and just, and Hogwarts is her own place. With enough referees around who are biased for various reasons, it is better to be humble...

Madame Maxime was silent for a moment, and finally waved her wand tiredly and gave a nine.

Furong, who was not injured after the match, also watched Alison's extremely violent killing process beside her, and now her face was pale. The half-giant headmaster cast a loving and concerned gaze at the children of his own school and sighed secretly.

The huge corpse of the Hungarian Horntail Dragon was moved away, and her beloved dragon eggs were also wrapped and taken away - only the golden egg that Alison had not touched was left - and the staff of the Ministry of Magic hurriedly cleaned up the bloody arena.

The entire audience was still in deathly silence, with no mood to discuss with their companions. Only a few uncontrollable retching sounds could be heard.

The next unlucky fire dragon is about to be transported to this slaughterhouse.

Alison casually grabbed the golden egg and flew lightly to the stands without having to go to the further first aid tent.

Having just stretched his muscles, the little red-haired wizard lazily leaned over the railing, ready to enjoy his parents' perfect performance.

As she moved, the people around her hurriedly dispersed, forcibly creating a vacuum space in the crowded auditorium.

The Chinese Fireball Dragon, which was under a sleeping spell and unable to resist, was transported to the center of the venue by the dragon training team.

The professional team's timing was just right.

A circle of fine, pointed horns like a lion's mane stretched out around the fire dragon's bright red face, and its lion nose twitched and wrinkled.

The golden tassel-like spikes beside the nose swayed, and the golden eyes bulged.

The slender body suddenly tensed up and surrounded its nest of huge, bright crimson fire dragon eggs with golden spots - although among them was a cold, strange golden egg that dragons quite disliked.

She smelled the strong bloody scent of the alien fire dragon.

Many different kinds of fire dragons had fought here, two of them were obviously much stronger than her, and in the end one died and the other won.

The mother was terrified in the unfamiliar environment and surrounded by onlookers.

The whistle blew again.

Bagman yelled, making sure he could be heard by the warrior's tent.

"Professor Dumbledore, please come on stage!"

Dumbledore emerged from the gap leading to the tournament field, his blue eyes sparkling, as kind and graceful as ever, and smiling.

He didn't look like a warrior who was going to fight a fire dragon, but rather like an elegant gentleman attending an afternoon tea party.

Finally, I emerged from the silence, followed by a deafening noise.

No one harbored any ill will toward the greatest wizard of his time.

Everyone cheered and clapped excitedly, and screams and whistles were heard one after another.

Nearly a month has passed, and the young wizards of Hogwarts have already accepted this over-age warrior setting!

Come on, the one coming on stage now is their principal, how cool!

The Chinese Fireball Dragon was irritated by the sudden boiling noise, and its already irritable mood exploded. Mushroom-shaped fireballs spewed out of its nostrils, and it stared at Dumbledore who broke in here with vigilance and dissatisfaction.

The old headmaster raised his hand slightly - he didn't seem to wave the Elder Wand very vigorously - and when the crimson flame hit him, it was like hitting an invisible wall and disappeared into thin air in an instant.

Humans' sense of smell is naturally inferior to that of wild animals, but since they had already come to the place where the Hungarian Horntail was torn apart, and there was also the high temperature stimulation, Dumbledore naturally sensed something after the fact...

Bloody smell.

His gentle blue eyes quickly flashed a sharpness, and he turned his head slightly to look at Allison, who was lying on the railing of the stands and watching his game eagerly, and confirmed his daughter's condition again.

It looks like Allison is not injured, or the injury is not serious and she can still watch the game.

Dumbledore looked up again at the dragon that was breathing fire at him angrily, then lightly raised the Elder Wand.

The hard and rugged rocks quickly transformed into vine-like and python-like ropes, quickly binding the Chinese Fireball Dragon's large wings, limbs, and neck.

"Perfect Transfiguration!" Bagman shouted as he explained the situation. "It's just the most basic transformation of inanimate objects into inanimate objects, and the method used is also the common transformation of binding and restraint, but with flexible control and powerful magic, it shows amazing results!"

The fire dragon struggled and roared angrily, and mushroom-shaped fireballs shot out of its nostrils several times.

But she was completely stuck on the ground and unable to move. She could only stare at the damn human with her red-gold vertical pupils that seemed to be spewing fire.

Dumbledore moved briskly to the pile of stones, bent down calmly beside the dragon egg nest, and picked up the golden egg that was mixed in with it.

The Chinese Fireball Dragon screamed miserably at first because a stranger was approaching its beloved dragon eggs. However, when it saw that Dumbledore had simply taken away something it hated, it gradually quieted down.

The old principal didn't make any big noise the whole time, nor did he use too many sophisticated spells. He just used the most basic things, giving a feeling of flowing smoothly and simplicity.

Elegant, so elegant!

The applause and cheers were overwhelming, almost shattering everything around.

"We won't be surprised if he gets the golden egg! This is the fastest speed so far! Five minutes! As expected of Professor Dumbledore! I believe this will inspire many wizards!"

Bagman also stood up and applauded.

"Now, it's our turn to score!"

He took the lead and sprayed out the number ten with his magic wand almost without hesitation.

Lucius and Kraft were a bit slow and also gave it a ten.

The process was impeccable, and Professor McGonagall was naturally very satisfied.

The spells are clever, the magic is exquisite, and the handling is clean and neat.

And, most importantly! No killing!

The upright Albus would never commit a vicious killing like Alison did!

Madame Maxime also gave it a ten.

Since then, the first full score of 50 points was born!

It is rare in the history of the Tri-Widow Tournament to receive a recognized full score.