Chương 50: Chapter 50: Steal?!
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Normally, he would not be so foolish to enter direct combat with a dragon, but the Tri-Wizard Tournament demanded it of him.
Sure, he didn't actually have to kill the dragon, as he had previously thought, but stealing an egg - even if it wasn't a real one - from a nesting mother was basically the same thing.
She certainly wouldn't allow him to take what she perceived to be one of her young without a fight, so a fight he would give her.
He had spent the last few weeks preparing for this and he wasn't going to fail now, no matter what odds might be stacked against him.
Illusions would likely be useless; he wasn't good enough to sustain something that would fool the dragon's sight, smell, and hearing for long enough.
The spells at which he was most skilled were mainly ice magic, which he felt gave him an innate disadvantage against a fire-breathing reptile.
Nonetheless, he had a sword, and dragons in fables were always killed by swords; the fact that its enchantments seemed to be good enough to pierce a dragon's magically-enhanced hide could also help.
Casting his thoughts aside as Viktor Krum retrieved his dragon, Harry got to his feet and took what he knew was the final and most deadly dragon: the Hungarian Horntail.
Well, this was just fantastic. Mentally preparing himself for the task, he relaxed into his seat.
And that was when a few more Ministry officials entered the tent, bringing with them Rita Skeeter and her photographer with them.
Harry withheld a growl of annoyance as the reporter tried to gather them for photos. She hadn't been a problem over the past weeks, not daring to publish anything about him out of her fear of Darth Vader.
He briefly contemplated flashing his eyes a glassy black or turning his breathing robotic, but there wasn't really any need.
For once, none of the other champions appeared to be prepared to deal with Skeeta, preferring to ignore her in favour of some last minute preparations.
He couldn't find a fault in their actions, and particularly Fleur's, seeing as she was meant to go first and was the only one not to be informed of the task beforehand.
It hadn't been a wise move on her part to trust him, especially since she thought he was an idiot.
He supposed that her arrogance in believing that no one could resist her charm made it so she deserved whatever fate awaited her in the hands - or more likely, the teeth - of the dragon.
So when she left to confront her reptilian foe, Harry eagerly awaited for her to be brought back on a stretcher or in a body bag.
'I don't think wizards have body bags.' Loki said, and then paused. 'Or stretchers, for that matter. Nonetheless, we will find out if you don't concentrate on the task. Then again, if we are incinerated by dragon's fire, they could just put us in a jar, but we won't know anyway if we're dead.'
Harry rolled his eyes. 'Relax, I've got this.'
'I suppose I should have some faith you. You have, after all, been trained by a genius.'
'Indeed. An extremely modest genius,' Harry confirmed, glancing up for a moment as Fleur was escorted out of the tent to do battle with her dragon.
He would be last, so he had a bit more time to go over his pitiful excuse for a plan. Brushing his hand over the sheath at his side, he confirmed his sword was still there.
Seeing as champions were only meant to have their wands, he had been forced to create an expansion charm on his sheath, with only the hilt protruding out of it and being hidden under his shirt, the blade being contained in what appeared to be a few centimeters of space.
Originally, he had attempted to cast a shrinking charm on the blade, but any tampering with its enchantments had resulted in a decidedly violent reaction which had sent him flying across the room.
Suffice to say, Harry hadn't tried to do anything else to the sword after that, lest the consequences be even worse.
Once again, he relaxed back into his chair, thinking over his plans and listening to the crowd's boos and jeers, and the roars of a dragon.
An unidentifiable amount of time passed before Cedric was called up to compete.
Harry mentally noted that as the Hogwarts champion fought his dragon, he received noticeably more cheers than Fleur, though he wasn't sure whether this was due to a better performance, or the large majority of the crowd composing of Hogwarts students.
Eventually, Krum was called out to the stadium, and Harry once again ensured that he was fully prepared to fight the dragon. He listened to the crowd cheer Krum on, and it wasn't long before he was called up.
As he stepped out into the stadium, he plastered a confident smirk upon his face, waving to the crowd and instantly sending them into a fit of cheering.
That noise, however, was interrupted as a tremendous screech ripped through the air, and Harry finally turned towards its source.
The Hungarian Horntail was at least 50 feet long, and like the replica, it had scales a shining black, with bronze horns and spines.
It was an intimidating sight, and that was before it turned skywards and unleashed a burst of fire into the air, which only served to make it seem more terrifying.
It opened his wings, and Harry was immediately struck by the thing's enormity compared to him - and the crowd for that matter. He glanced to the chain around the dragon's neck, confirming that some safety measures had been put in place.
Hopefully, they would help him. Once again, the dragon stood on its hind legs, unfolded its wings and let out a tremendous screech, as if warning Harry that it would not.
Nonetheless, he casually strolled forward, his face speaking of smug confidence, rather than the nervous tension brewing within his gut. He stopped his careless amble at an instruction from Loki, standing just outside the range of the dragon's fire.
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