Chapter 401 Dragon

When the last ball was thrown into the frame, all the dummies stopped moving.

Soon, the door that was looming in the sky opened, and Zhang Xiao rushed up on a broom.

It was like a long tunnel, with darkness all around and only a faint light at the end in the distance.

As the light became more and more conspicuous, the passage came to the end.

When he jumped out of the passage, he felt the sunshine and the cold air inhaled through his nose, and his mind was cleared.

Some distant cheers and cheers floated over, and Zhang Xiao noticed that he didn't know when he came to the sky above the stadium again.

Surrounded by nine inverted L-shaped preparation tables, Ludo Bagman's voice echoed in the field:

"Ladies and gentlemen, let us welcome the first warrior who passed the three levels!

Zhang from 'China-daojiao-college'!"

The distant cheers became more enthusiastic.

Out?

I looked down at my feet. It was a huge building, square. The corner was exactly the corner of the building I saw a few days ago.

The third level was held here.

Recalling the realistic feeling during the game and those weird dummies, Zhang Xiao couldn't help but sigh secretly that magic was really magical.

Then the next level was the last level. Take the key from the fire dragon's neck, open the treasure chest, and get the golden egg!

There was an island about the size of a football field floating in the sky above my head.

That was the final destination, Sky Island.

Zhang Xiao stabilized his mind and moved his broom to fly over there.

As the distance got closer, the island in the sky became clearer and clearer. It was a building similar to a gladiatorial arena.

Putting the broom aside, Zhang Xiao raised his head and silently looked at the surrounding environment.

It was obviously high in the sky, but the violent airflow around seemed to be blocked by an invisible barrier. The temperature was very low, and white mist was lingering between breaths, lingering in front of my eyes.

Everything I saw was a little illusory, covered with a layer of mystery.

The ground was paved with huge stone slabs, which were a little wet. Not far away, there was a huge bronze door standing quietly.

Zhang Xiao closed his eyes, selected a very chic robe in his mind, and slowly took steps. The ugly competition suit on his body shone with dazzling light.

Ever since he guessed that his grandfather wanted him to win beautifully and in a high-profile manner, Zhang Xiao imagined in his mind how to beat the fire dragon.

"It's not easy to show off in front of people. It's just like reading novels in the past. The protagonist has to pretend. If he pretends well, fluently and naturally, the readers will definitely be happy.

But if he pretends badly, it will make people want to vomit."

Zhang Xiao was a little distressed. He felt that compared to defeating the fire dragon, how to defeat the fire dragon beautifully was a difficult problem.

"I'm not good at this either. I wrote novels for fun in my previous life, and I was often complained by readers for pretending badly, stiffly and deliberately."

The distance to the bronze door was not far. I had just thought for a while and arrived in front of the door.

This huge door is carved with exquisite and complex patterns. There is no keyhole or pull ring, only 9 irregularly distributed grooves.

It seems that you can open the door by pressing it casually.

At this point, Zhang Xiao simply stopped and was not in a hurry to open the door. He began to think about what kind of method he would use to defeat the fire dragon.

This action made all the audience in front of the magic projection fall into confusion.

They all stood up, looking forward to Zhang opening the door and fighting the dragon, but he stayed at the door, with a thoughtful look on his face.

Ludo Bagman also said curiously:

"Zhang stopped in front of the gate. Is he thinking about how to deal with the dragon?

To be honest, dragons are not easy opponents. As we all know, as the highest level dangerous species recognized by the World Wizarding Federation, dragons..."

After introducing the dangers of dragons, Ludo smacked his lips:

"So Zhang's current reaction is very correct. Only after careful consideration can he escape from the dragon's mouth by chance."

He shifted his attention to the other three venues and continued to introduce them:

"The sixth key was obtained by Vagado, Krum and Beauxbatons It was close to the entrance of the third level. Once Beauxbatons successfully entered the third level, poor Castrobusher could only return to the first level to grab the key again.

From the first place with unlimited glory and everyone's attention, they fell to the last place, and lost their secret weapon - the sprouting broom. I think this will make them very uncomfortable.

This reminds me of a sentence, sometimes a temporary lead is not certain, only when you cross the finish line is the beginning of the celebration banquet. "

The headmaster of Castrobusher's face was as black as the bottom of a pot, and he squinted his eyes and didn't know what he was thinking, but Dumbledore didn't care.

He looked at Harry who was lying on the ground and was being treated urgently, and Draco Malfoy who was standing aside and was angry and anxious and couldn't play.

A kind of joy of harvest occupied the heart of this old man. In the first grade, he was still worried about the whimsical ideas of the boy from the East.

But now. Dumbledore has an urge to retire.

As for winning or losing the game. It doesn't matter. As long as you can see the little wizards unite and show their courage and wisdom, that is the most beautiful picture.

Cedric looked at Harry, whose face was covered with blood, and Draco Malfoy, who was riding a broom into his opponent and was sent off directly.

He felt a surge of blood rushing to his head, and the smile on his face disappeared, replaced by a rare murderous look.

He sullenly dodged the attack that came towards him in the preparation stage, and flew towards the local ball holder as soon as he remembered the kick-off whistle.

After grabbing the ball with an almost rude move that he had never used before, Cedric charged towards the goal.

"Cedric Diggory! Cedric Diggory!"

Ludo shouted excitedly, his voice getting louder and louder:

"Kickoff! He's running at the ball carrier with the Quaffle, no, he's forcing it! I know what this kid is going to do!

Boomerang feint!

Here it comes - pretend to move forward and return to the broom! Reflexive!

pretty! "

Ludo waved his fist vigorously, his round face turned red, and he laughed happily:

"Beautiful boomerang fake, relying on extremely offensive movements to force the pass, but in fact he saw the passing route.

Reflexive interception!

But the test is still to come - only Cedric Diggory is left. Can he break through the enemy's blockage?

You must know that the other party now has 7 people! "

Cedric held the ball between his arms and dived rapidly towards the ground as if he were free falling.

"Wronsky feint?"

But to Ludo's surprise, Cedric suddenly dodged to the side and passed the dummy rushing towards him. Instead, he got close to the dummy who was trying to flank him from both sides.

"As long as the referee doesn't see it, that's fine, right?"

Cedric silently recalled what Hermione had said in the alchemy headset before:

“Although I couldn’t see clearly the playing field, I heard Ludo’s commentary that Zhang had successfully passed the third level and he had been attacking the dummy.

Ludo uses a lot of adjectives to explain the miserable condition of the dummy.

So I guess there must be a condition to attack the opponent. The most likely one is not to be seen by the referee. I think this should be a backdoor for us to clear the level.

Otherwise, it is completely impossible for one person to pass the level, rather than extremely difficult for one person to pass! "

Hermione's wisdom is obvious to everyone, and Cedric trusts Hermione's judgment.

"Bang!"

The moment he attached the dummy, Cedric raised his elbow and hit it hard on the chest.

As expected, the whistle did not sound, and Cedric was relieved!

I also learned fighting in the duel club!

Although the referee could not see Cedric's actions, the broadcast footage clearly exposed these actions.

The little badgers were stunned, looking at their beloved senior, Hufflepuff's pride, attacking each other with a ferocity they had never seen before.

But there is also a kind of excitement in my heart that is about to overflow.

Sprout stood up, wearing a big honey badger hat on her head, raised her hands and shouted loudly:

"Cedric! Beat them! Beat these s***s!"

These words seemed to ignite the passion in the hearts of the little badgers. The usually peaceful little badgers jumped up and cheered Cedric vigorously.

"Senior! Kick their butts hard!"

"Hit them! Beat them!"

"Let these despicable guys know how powerful we are!"

"Long live Hufflepuff!"

Many little badgers discovered at this time that Cedric had become Hogwarts' last hope.

If Cedric wins, he will pass three levels of Hogwarts and get a chance to challenge the dragon.

If Cedric loses, Hogwarts will have to start all over again.

Even the little badgers who usually only focus on eating melons and drying them have dreams of one day shining brightly in their hearts.

They watched as Cedric pushed through obstacle after obstacle and bypassed interception after interception.

Despite the fierce attacks, even if his face was hit by a Bludger and his face was bleeding, he rushed towards the goal without saying a word.

When he finally threw that damn Quaffle into the goal.

Cedric turned around, his face already bruised and swollen. This handsome senior who was always gentle and smiling roared at the top of his lungs with an unprecedented ferocity:

"Come on! Come on! You despicable and damn villains! You're just a dirty piece of trash!

What a waste of air! Come on! "

Like a bowl of water spilled into a boiling pan of oil, the auditorium at Hogwarts has become an ocean.

The little badgers were going crazy. They shouted things with ferocious expressions that they didn't even know what they meant.

Rolling up his sleeves, he wished he could follow the example of his seniors and find something to punch with.

The fat Professor Sprout cursed a few times with his face flushed, and then sat down. He was excited and nervous, and said to Professor McGonagall with a kind of secret joy:

"Minerva, I've long wanted to try swearing!"