Rebirth of the Harry Potter

Harry's attitude did not provoke Furong at all.

Fleur was closer to Harry.

Seeing that Harry was about to be treated impolitely, there was a sudden loud cheer in the venue.

"Victor Krum succeeded in customs clearance! But unfortunately, because of his stiffness, he angered the fire dragon and caused the golden egg to be stepped on a few feet. Although the golden egg will not be damaged, if it is replaced with something else, Maybe Victor Krum’s action even failed. This will inevitably affect his score. Ok, the judges will start scoring.” Bagman’s voice came in.

Furong was transferred a little bit of ideas.

"Okay, the score is out, we can see that Victor Krum's score is not low, this must be the judges' praise for his courage in the performance of this level."

"Now it's time for the third warrior, Miss Dracul."

"Beep..." A loud whistle came.

But Furong just looked at Harry obsessively, and the voice in her ear didn't pay attention to her.

"Beep...beep..." I remembered again.

Harry really regretted making the joke.

He twisted Furong's head and let himself disappear in her sight.

Furong only felt that the environment had become more gloomy. That's how the filter was turned off.

As long as Fleur no longer saw Harry, although Harry's heart was still full of Harry, he was no longer unable to extricate himself.

Harry stood behind Furong, pushed her step by step to the door of the tent, and next to Furong's ear, said softly: "Now you have a game, shall we meet again after the game?"

Furong nodded and turned his head, seeming to want to look back at Harry.

But Harry turned Furong's head straight again: "Don't look back, there is still a good performance."

Furong pouted unhappy, then walked into the stadium reluctantly.

The empty circle, Furong looked at the green fire dragon in the center, and there was no tension in her heart, because her mind was tied to Harry at the moment.

Furong reached out his wand and read a spell.

There was a ray of light at the end of the wand.

Bagman shouted: "Miss Dracul, this seems to be a charm magic, and the spirit of the fire dragon is affected... Hiss... Miss Dracul went straight to the fire dragon, and the fire dragon just shook his head. ...It's too awake, does it treat Miss Dracul as its child?"

Probably because of the intimacy, the fire dragon spewed out a small flame without attack, which is definitely a friendly greeting for the little fire dragon.

Furong's face changed, he rolled sideways, but the skirt was still on fire, and Furong hurriedly used the spell to summon the water, put out the fire, and then got the golden egg in a panic.

The audience burst into cheers and applause again, followed by a moment of silence, waiting for the referee to score Furong, and applause.

"Come on kid..." On the other side of the huge playing field, Madam Pomfrey stood at the door of the rescue tent: "Come in and let me see if you are injured..."

Inside the tent, Victor Krum was bandaged, and Cedric Diggory was lying on the hospital bed, most of his body was bandaged.

Furong looked at the two of them, her expression was unfeeling. She felt very strange in her heart. Before that, she still thought that these two people would be countless times better than Harry Potter anyway. But now, she looked back at the tent opposite. , She just hoped that she could see Harry again soon, without any delay.

...

Harry withdrew his gaze and began to feel bored.

Then the No. 4 Warrior Polyaco Brown and the No. 5 Warrior Vincent Picoqui entered the venue.

In the meantime, Harry was really reluctant to wait.

So he came to travel in the subworld in the phantom, went to the Olympian Zeus statue, the temple of the Greek mythological goddess Artemis, the Egyptian pyramids, the Great Wall and other seven wonders of the world. "The son of the face, Harry Potter is here for a tour", anyway, there are no regulations prohibiting scribbles in the world, so he writes a sentence that does not violate the rules at this point in time.

In fact, a few years later, these few words left by Harry just made these ancient buildings more famous.

When Harry finished his last trip, he hurried back to Hogwarts.

It happened to be heard: "Now, there is only the last warrior, Harry Potter, please ask Mr. Potter to appear."

"Wuhu..."

"Potter cheer..."

"Woo, all my net worth bet on you, I must win!"

Cheers were the loudest in the venue, and the clouds in winter were shattered.

Harry stood at the door of the tent and looked up slightly, thinking of something. In the morning, when Astoria knew that Harry was going to play today, she looked at Harry admiringly and said in admiration: "I want to see my brother become the most eye-catching one, so that everyone's applause is for my brother. Sounded."

Harry smiled lightly and stepped out of the tent.

The next second, he stood in the sky and stood above the huge arena.

What exactly is the first hurdle? Courage and guts.

Fire dragon, dragon egg.

What makes people think of this successfully is to defeat the fire dragon and win the golden egg.

But why would it become, as long as the golden egg can be stolen, it is considered to be clearance, huh...

Harry didn't want to struggle with this issue, he just wanted to tell others what was a real warrior!

(The real warriors dare to...)

"Merlin, why can he fly directly in the air?"

"Can you fly in the air without using a flying broom?"

"If you are ignorant, Voldemort has this ability, it seems to be born."

"Can't you mention the dead man, bad luck."

Harry looked up or looked down at the thousands of faces on the stands, and there was a loud noise in the auditorium. These sounds were friendly and malicious. Harry didn't distinguish and didn't mind.

At the other end of the field, the Hungarian horned dragon stood upright.

It crouched low, the golden egg guarding it, its wings folded halfway, and it looked up, staring at Harry with its fierce yellow eyes.

This is an extremely large lizard-like reptile covered with scale armor.

It twisted its spiky tail violently, and every time it was shaken, it left a few meters of pothole marks on the hard rocky ground. It is not difficult to imagine that the steel-iron tail will directly pull on the person. Man becomes a puree.

Harry's eyes were calm, he floated in the air, but he slowly raised his arm and gently said: "Sword!"

"What is he doing?"

"Zoom in?"

"But what about Potter's wand?"

Just when there was a lot of talk.

A crimson ray suddenly entered Harry's hands, turning into a sword inlaid with a blood-red gem.

Dumbledore stood up in shock: "Sword of Gryffindor!"

Then I didn't know what to think of, and Dumbledore's mouth showed a light smile, and he sat down again.

He had been worried about what kind of wizard Harry would become in the future, but he was finally relieved to see Harry could summon the sword of Gryffindor. Because only the unique wizards of Gryffindor, the sword of Gryffindor will respond to his call.

The sword of Gryffindor, one of the four giants of Hogwarts has been handed down from Gryffindor.

In that dark age, Gryffindor was holding this sword, and he and his little friends slashed through the thorns, and set aside a world, so that the wizards had a place to stay.

Then the sword fell silent for thousands of years.

Courage, perseverance, will, faith, all these Harry have.

So when Harry needs it at this moment, why does it not appear?

Thousands of years of savings, it is difficult to describe the point where the magic of the sword has accumulated. Just like a doll in the wind, it's crooked. A blank area tens of meters wide was separated.

The magic in Harry's body continued to flow into the sword of Gryffindor.

The body of the sword became more and more glaring, and Harry seemed to hold a small sun, and the silver light shed tears in the eyes of everyone.

The Hungarian horned dragon shivered in fear on the ground.

Then Harry waved his sword gently from bottom to top.

A 50-meter-long crescent moon plowed upright from the field.

What kind of rock, Hungarian horned dragon, the stand does not seem to exist, can't block the light.

So, the Hungarian hornet dragon died.

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