It took the dragon keepers a lot of effort to subdue the fierce dragon that got mad because of the Conjunctivitis Curse, and let it gradually calm down.
The Short-Snout was completely angered by Krum. It fanned its wings and stared at all wizards who dared to approach. Its yellow eyes were bloodshot and ferocious. The dragon kept howling horribly and raised its neck to shoot blue flames into the sky.
Everyone was wondering how the dragon would react when it saw half its eggs missing.
The second to appear after Krum was Fleur, and everyone was looking forward to her performance.
“One down, three to go!” Bagman yelled as the whistle blew again. “Miss Delacour, if you please!”
Fleur came out; she seemed to be shaking from head to foot, not as relaxed as Krum.
She held her head high, her hand clutching her wand. Compared with the huge creature in front of her, Fleur looked particularly weak.
She stood there gracefully in her pale blue Beauxbatons robes, her beauty touching the soul.
At the other end of the field, there was another beauty, which represented the strength to the extreme.
Fleur’s opponent was the Common Welsh Green, the most common type of dragon in Britain, with a long history.
Back thousands of years ago, humans had seen traces of the Welsh Green.
Unlike other dragons, which symbolized evil and terror, in Anglo-Saxon England, the Common Welsh Green often appeared on flags, and Muggles regarded it as a symbol of royal strength and courage.
Because of its noble status, it often appeared in all kinds of literary works and paintings handed down from generation to generation.
Until now, the Welsh Green is still the symbol of the nation in Wales.
Wizards had set up a reservation for the dragon on the Welsh Mountains, surrounded by thick weeds, which could help them hide well.
Moreover, the Common Welsh Green Dragon is among the least troublesome of the dragons. It prefers to prey on sheep and actively avoid humans unless provoked.
Although not easy to be seen, the Welsh Green has an easily recognizable and surprisingly melodious roar. And it issues its green fire in thin jets.
As expected, after seeing Fleur, the Welsh Green did not rush over.
Although they were very close, it gave a friendly greeting, and the beautiful and moving roar of the dragon was actually memorizing.
Of course, good temper did not mean being easy to bully.
If Fleur continued to move closer, or dared to move its brown eggs, then this Common Welsh Green would certainly tear her into pieces without hesitation.
“Miss Delacour is lucky. Let’s see how she plans to get this dragon out of place!” Bagman shouted gleefully. “Oh, what magic is this? I’m not sure that was wise from her to do it!”
Fleur intended to cast a more complex charm, just like dancing, her body dancing with her wand.
Light smoke came out from the end of her wand and slowly drifted towards the dragon.
The scene did look very pleasing to the eye, but people were doubtful about how effective it could actually be.
“What is she doing? Is she dancing?” said Hermione, puzzled. “I’ve never seen this spell.”
“This should be some kind of rare Bewitched sleep. I think she probably wants to use the smoke to get the dragon into a hypnotic state,” said Evan, watching Fleur’s movements carefully. He had never seen this magic, but could feel its power.
Generally speaking, Bewitched sleep spells are rare and difficult to release. Only very few wizards can use them.
“Bewitched sleep spell?!” Harry stared at Fleur for a long time and said with uncertainty. “Do you remember the dancing Veela in the World Cup? I feel that Fleur is dancing like them.”
At Harry’s reminder, Evan noticed that Fleur’s movements were indeed similar to those of the Veela.
Of course, she must be human, not a Veela. But with Fleur’s dancing, each of her movements had an extraordinary charm, holding some kind of seductive force.
Most of the boys were staring at her, confused and immersed in Fleur’s beauty.
Not surprisingly, this charm should have something to do with Fleur’s Veela lineage.
Evan saw that the pale blue smoke, centered on Fleur, slowly moved forward, diffusing around the body of the Welsh Green, which fell asleep all of a sudden. It lay down gracefully and began to sleep.
Without fighting, Fleur passed the test easily. Now she just needed to go over and take the golden egg.
Obviously, Fleur thought so too.
She went over as everyone held their breaths; everyone was afraid of waking up the dragon.
Among the audience from Beauxbatons, Gabrielle was staring closely at Fleur, her little face full of tension and expectations.
“Unbelievable, Miss Delacour has done it, with her beautiful dance and magic!” Bagman also lowered his tone, and said appreciatively, “She has it … nearly … oh, good lord, I thought she’d had it then!”
In the middle of the ground, Fleur walked over to the dragon, and she seemed completely relaxed.
Just as she was about to pass over the dragon; the Welsh Green, which had gone all sleepy, suddenly snored.
A great jet of flame shot out, Fleur dodged, but a few sparks sputtered on top of her skirt, which suddenly caught fire.
The flame spread upwards and the audience became noisy again.
They seemed to have noticed that the dragon’s head had moved a bit and it would soon wake up.
This scene was really thrilling, everyone was worried about Fleur.
If the Welsh Green woke up at this time, she would not even have the chance to escape, and would be directly pressed into meat pies.
Fleur was clearly in a state of panic. It was a question of whether to continue to venture forward or to retreat temporarily.
If this Welsh Green woke up, it would surely rush at her angrily. Fleur had neither time nor opportunity to use the same magic to let the dragon fall asleep again. She thought that her charm would succeed, and had not prepared any other magic.
She hesitated, looked at the huge green dragon in front of her, and made up her mind.
The next second, Fleur rushed forward and held the golden egg as fast as she could, disregarding the fire on her body.
At the moment she got the golden egg, the wizards who had been waiting nearby were all rushing in.
Dozens of wands were pointed at Fleur, and water was turned out to extinguish the fire on her body.
Splash, splash, splash…
The water columns kept spraying on Fleur, making her wet all over.
At this time, her beautiful pale blue robes had been burnt to the point of being turned into a short skirt.contemporary romance
The remaining part also became translucent, revealing a splendid scenery, and the boys were all staring at Fleur in a daze.
Evan could faintly see her underwear underneath, not the one he had seen before. The color was not the same…
Fleur ignored all of them, holding the golden egg and leaving the enclosure as quickly as possible.
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