blogombal Chapter 113 Hungarian Tree Bee Dragon
Chapter 113 Hungarian Tree Bee Dragon
The Harry Potter novels do not tell a story of "heroes fighting dragons" in the literal sense, and dragons are not magical creatures at the pinnacle of power in this world.
For thousands of years, top wizards in the magical world have never regarded killing or taming a dragon as the highest honor. Even if an outstanding genius occasionally encounters a few dim-witted individuals, the story of defeating a dragon will not become an important chapter in their resumes.
From a young age, Harry never considered himself an ordinary wizard. More accurately, influenced by Morgen, he refused to become someone who needed help to fight Voldemort. Under these circumstances, taking on an adult Hungarian Horned Bee Dragon at the age of fourteen was at most a stage test, completely unrelated to a life-or-death battle.
"The Hungarian Hornet Dragon is considered by many scholars to be the most dangerous fire dragon in the world. Despite the Ministry of Magic's oversight, this monster, which resembles a black lizard, often commits cannibalistic acts. We can see the gaping maw of this horn beetle on the field; it is indeed more ferocious than the previous two fire dragons, and... good heavens, I didn't even notice its tail! Everyone, look!"
Ludo Bagman's commentary skills were quite profound, and under his guidance, the audience in the stands also noticed the ground that was covered with deep dents from the scrapes.
"That's too dangerous. I'm not a macabre expert or a dragon researcher, but this movement is exactly like a snake aiming at its prey! I wonder what tactics Mr. Potter has prepared?"
Roar!
Annoyed by the noise from the sidelines, the Hungarian hornet dragon launched the first attack.
Taking advantage of its long-range fire-breathing capability, the flames, accompanied by thick black smoke, surged toward Harry's location in just over a second.
“Aguamenti!” (Clear water like a spring)
A hissing sound rang out from the water curtain summoned by Harry, and the next second, before the Hornet Dragon could make any move, the tip of Harry's wand lit up with a dazzling white light again.
"It's an Ice Curse!"
"No! It's a Transfiguration Charm! I saw him use that spell at the end of last semester!"
"You two, stop arguing!"
Unlike when watching the match between Furong and Krum, the students in the stands now seemed to have no need for Ludo Bagman's commentary, as they were engaged in heated discussions.
Even when the man and the dragon were still locked in a standoff, many senior students majoring in magical biology, like the dragon trainers, had already noticed the guy's unprofessionalism.
The Hungarian Hornet Dragon is known for its aggressive and ferocious nature; the word "cautious" seems to be absent from their lexicon. Unless they encounter a larger member of their own kind or an enemy significantly stronger than themselves, the Hungarian Hornet Dragon will fight like a mad dog—without any restraint.
In other words, the fire dragon is the challenger in this duel.
Rumble!
The three massive ice pillars that struck the Hungarian Tree Peak with thunderous force produced a deafening roar only seen when giant polar icebergs shatter. Under Harry's command, they transformed into three serpentine heads, precisely coiling around the wings and tail of the Hungarian Tree Bee Dragon.
Hey!
A furious roar came from the massive maw of the Hungarian Tree Bee Dragon.
Faced with a formidable foe, the fire dragon's combative nature ultimately triumphed over its primal instincts that constantly warned it. Just a second before the ice pillars were about to seal it in place, all the chains binding its head and wings shattered, and then its pair of jet-black wings, which had been tightly tucked into its back, revealed their true form.
call!
A fierce wind, carrying shards of ice crystals, swept through every corner of the stands, as if erecting a shimmering, prismatic barrier before the spectators' eyes. Ludo Bagman was shouting something, but most of the wizards were too preoccupied to listen to his explanation.
"My goodness! This thing is huge! It broke free? It really broke free, right? Should the dragon trainer intervene? The competition is still going on? Um... okay, then please send more people to the commentary booth to protect the safety of the guests!"
“Mr. Bagman, please explain this more professionally.”
“Ahem... Of course, of course, Ms. Maxim.”
Ludo Bagman wiped the sweat from his nose, looking slightly embarrassed, before turning his gaze back to the enormous, overwhelming figure in the paddock.
The Hungarian Horned Bee Dragon chosen by Charlie Weasley and others was enormous, weighing nearly ten tons and with a wingspan of 190 feet. Undoubtedly, a dragon capable of flapping such wings would strike fear into the hearts of most magical creatures simply by its sheer size.
The spectators in the stands were so tense they barely dared to breathe, their eyes glued to this inevitable and thrilling battle, afraid of missing any unforgettable moments.
call out!
The sound of magic wands whistling through the air came from the center of the arena, which was covered in countless ice crystals, and the second round of the battle between humans and dragons officially began.
Harry, who had no intention of using Moran's power, did not choose to continue maintaining a high-energy output. With the help of the tree bee dragon's power and the gale generated by its wings, he blasted the three giant ice pillars into ice shards with a single thunderous explosion.
"Confringo!" (Thunderous explosion)
"Expulso!" (Sand and stones flying)
Two not-so-uncommon attack spells, combined with Harry's exceptionally high combat intelligence, created a powerful ice storm. Seeing the tornado suddenly appear in the opposite direction within the enclosure, Ludo Bagman felt like his eyeballs were about to pop out of their sockets.
“We see that Potter’s strategy is completely different from the previous two warriors. Facing the dangerous fire dragon, he did not use his cleverness to steal the golden egg. Instead, he wanted to seriously fight the monster in front of him. But is this something a minor wizard can do?”
Before Ludo-Bagman could finish speaking, the Hungarian Tree Bee Dragon opened its massive maw and spewed out a torrent of scorching flames. The surging heatwave pouring down and the soaring frost tornado clashed like bitter enemies meeting again.
Chi!
The sound of cold water being poured onto a red-hot iron plate echoed throughout the stadium and the stands.
Unlike the Hornet Dragon, which dared not withdraw its fiery attack, Harry, having already completed the spell, could have used this opportunity to Apparate to the vicinity of the dragon's lair and steal the golden egg.
However, as Ludo Bagman said, Harry is serious about taking on the Hornet Dragon.
“Reverte!” (Restore everything)
“Circumrota!” (Circumrota!)
A genius-level imagination once again enabled a common spell to have an unexpected effect.
The Restoration Spell targets water droplets and vapors that have been burned to the point of melting or even sublimation by the dragonfire. Once they return to their ice crystal form in the sky, they are reinjected into the Frost Tornado under the effect of the Rotation Spell.
Thus, the large-scale frost attack, which should have required a lot of magic to maintain, was transformed by Ha into a simplified version that could be used once and for all using four common spells.
"You have truly taught a remarkable student, Professor Dumbledore."
“Oh, oh... Harry does, well... he's been exceptionally diligent in practicing magic.”
Dumbledore replied to Headmaster Maxim, somewhat embarrassed.
His voice didn't sound particularly proud; it seemed that compared to the praise from the headmaster of the rival school, he was more reluctant to recall the days when Harry kept pestering him to learn this and that.
Soon, the sound of ice and fire colliding became less jarring. Compared to the perpetual motion machine-like magical combination technique, the Hungarian Hornet Dragon naturally showed signs of weakness in the battle of endurance.
The enormous body in the sky began to sway, its wings, used for hovering in the air, flapped forcefully a few times, then suddenly folded up, covering its body that was about to be hit by the ice storm.
"Unbelievable! He actually managed to suppress the fire dragon!"
Bagman shouted this, his expression as bewildered as the other spectators. Unfortunately, the layman only sees the spectacle, while the expert sees the nuances; this Director of Sports and Sport at the Ministry of Magic, and commentator for the Triwizard Tournament, due to his own limitations, completely failed to capture the brilliance of Harry's battle.
In fact, besides the ingenious use of minimal effort to achieve maximum effect, Harry's magical combos also took advantage of the phenomenon of air circulation where heat rises and cold falls.
The Hungarian Hornet Dragon, which had mistakenly thought Harry was trying to use icicles to restrict its movements, flew into the sky to escape the attack range. However, when the two clashed again, it tried to breathe hot flames downwards, but its high position made it trapped in its own trap.
In his previous life, Mo Ran was a Muggle test-taker who completed nine years of compulsory education, attended high school, and went on to university in the 21st century. He certainly understood the principle that under natural conditions, hot gases rise while cold gases sink.
However, just as those who reveal the secrets of magic can never compare to those who create it, Harry's ability to apply theoretical knowledge in battle and create advantageous environments that can influence the outcome of the battle demonstrates a level of tactical acumen that other wizards cannot achieve through hard work and diligence.
The tree-bee dragon, which used its wings to defend against the frost storm, crashed down like a bomb, landing directly above Harry's head in the blink of an eye. Without Moran's reminder or help, Harry used a beautiful, silent Apparition to teleport himself near the dragon's lair.
Logically, if he were to pick up the golden egg lying quietly among the dragon eggs at this moment, the competition would be over. The dragon trainers waiting outside the enclosure would swarm in and subdue the fire dragon, and he could earn a high score from the judges for completing the task in three minutes.
But is this really the result he wanted?
Hey! Big guy!
Harry shouted and waved to the tree bee dragon that had just missed its target not far away.
"You don't want your precious dragon egg anymore?"
"Roar!"
The dragon glared with its terrifying yellow eyes, then charged towards Harry with reckless abandon. Its body twisted and writhed, smashing the rocks in its path to pieces.
"Geminio." (Copy in pairs)
"Lootor Gravel."
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The Hungarian Horned Bee Dragon, eager to protect its eggs, was completely oblivious to the ever-growing pile of rubble around it. However, just as it was about to rush back to its nest, countless irresistible forces suddenly struck its neck, wings, body, claws, and tail.
"Ow! Ow!"
boom!boom!
The tree bee dragon struggled desperately, but the stones that had gathered on its body had already been transformed into chains by Harry's Transfiguration Charm. No matter how hard it tried, it could only thrash around like a fish out of water.
Seeing this, Harry calmly picked up the golden egg from the dragon's lair and walked towards the dragon. With each step he took, a spell would shoot out from the tip of his wand.
"Colloportus." (Immediately imprison)
"Relashio." (Relaxation)
"Langlock." (tongue-locking)
“Cave inimicum.” (A trap to subdue the enemy)
......
A few seconds later, Harry stopped in front of the Horned Dragon that was stuck in the pit. He placed his wand on the dragon's forehead and whispered the final spell.
"Stupefy." (Fainted)
As red sparks burst forth, the stunned audience members finally came to their senses. The entire arena erupted as if someone had turned the volume up again, with countless shouts, screams, applause, and cheers resounding simultaneously.