Chapter 590: A Docile Fireball
The International Confederation of Wizards and the Department of Magical Games and Sports of the Ministry of Magic had clear regulations on the types of drugs prohibited from being used in competitive sports.
There were many kinds of potions, including the Strength Potion, a lot of potions that supplemented one’s magical power, as well as various kinds of solutions to improve one’s physique, strength, and responsiveness, and all kinds of potions that were not suitable for use in competitions as they could easily break the balance between contestants.
However, the Fire Protection Potion used by Ron was not on the list. It was in fact too unpopular.
This was Evan's special configuration for the flame of the Chinese Fireball and was simply impossible to appear on the list of prohibited drugs.
Fighting dragons was not a common sport, let alone a rare Chinese Fireball in Europe.
Evan had previously checked the relevant information, so he could safely hand over this Flame Protection Potion to Ron.
Although Bagman had explained that Ron’s use of potions did not violate the rules, it was clearly not recognized by the audience.
Disgruntled remarks were louder and louder, and the entire stands were a mess.
Amid the hustle and bustle of the young wizards' questioning, there was a terrible roar of the dragon, which put more pressure on Ron.
Under the influence of the potion, he had a sensation of being cold all over his body.
Although the noisy voices around him affected his concentration, he gradually regained his courage and was no longer as scared and nervous as he had been.
Courage was what Ron lacked most, and what he needed most.
After calming down, he tried the Summoning Spell.
This time, he was able to clearly hear it, speeding through the air behind him. Ron hurriedly turned around and saw the Firebolt hurtling toward him around the edge of the woods, soaring into the enclosure, and stopping dead in midair beside him, waiting for him to mount.
"It worked, Ron did it!" yelled Harry with joy, standing up cheering and screaming.
"Come on, Ron!" Hermione shouted with all her strength and cheered Ron.
All the audience were surprised to see the Firebolt flying into the enclosure, not sure what was going on.
Why did a broomstick fly in and how did he do it?!
The vast majority of young wizards felt it was very mystical. They had not thought of Accio yet!
Ron succeeded in casting a spell to summon the Firebolt. He did not look as nervous as before.
Evan knew that Ron could still perform well as long as he had enough courage.
For a long time, Ron's biggest problem had been his low self-esteem and lack of self-confidence.
It had something to do with the environment in which he grew up. Compared with the Weasley family and other people including Evan, Harry and Hermione, Ron had always been dwarfed. He was never so outstanding, had not enough courage, had no extraordinary talent, and even failed where other succeeded far too often.
He had no ability to do as exceptional as others, and even if he did, he would just be repeating the feats already taken by others around him. No one would be surprised at this, but would think it would a matter of course.
Ron was just an ordinary person compared to the talented wizards he often came into contact with.
If Ron wanted to overcome his inner fear, he needed more opportunities to take the lead and be the protagonist of his own journeys.
This tournament was a good start. Although it was not clear why Barty Crouch Jr. made Ron a champion, Evan sincerely hoped that he could seize the opportunity to grow up.
After the broomstick appeared, the crowd was making even more noise, and Bagman was shouting something.
But Ron’s ears were not working properly anymore, and listening wasn’t important...
He swung his leg over the broom and kicked off from the ground.
As he soared upward, as the wind rushed through his hair, as the crowd’s faces became mere flesh-colored pinpricks below, and the Chinese Fireball shrank to the size of a dog, he realized that he had left not only the ground behind, but also and mostly his fear.
He was more and more confident, as if he had recovered the feeling that he had just become a champion.
No matter what he would face, he was no longer afraid. He was fearless.
No matter how ridiculous his previous performance might have been, at this moment, he was a true champion, fitting of his role.
He circled over the enclosure and flew straight to the Chinese Fireball on the other side.
His eyes crossed with those of the dragon. He looked down at the clutch of eggs and spotted the gold one, gleaming against its fellows, residing safely between the dragon’s front legs.
Ron dived and the dragon’s head followed him.
A huge fireball came out and Ron hurriedly rolled in the sky. He was too close, and the flame spattered on him, leaving a big hole in his clothes. But soon it went out and did no harm to Ron. Evan’s Flame Protection Potion worked!
At this point, Ron was more confident in his victory over the dragon below him.
Ron was flying better and better, flying better than ever before, no longer touched by fireballs.
Among the people Evan knew, Ron’s flying skills was second only to Harry, Fred and George, far higher than other wizards.
As long as he showed his true level, he could defeat the Chinese Fireball below him.
"Oh my God, it’s a Firebolt. This is a world-class broomstick. Mr. Weasley is flying very well!" yelled Bagman excitedly. "What a wonderful performance. Are you watching this, Mr. Krum? He’s flying!"
Ron soared higher and higher as he dodged the flames and continued to provoke the dragon.
But the Chinese Fireball didn’t seem to want to take off; it was too protective of its eggs. Though it kept shooting out huge fireballs, furling and unfurling its wings and keeping its fearsome eyes on Ron, it was afraid to move too far from them.
The dragon eggs are vivid crimson speckled with gold and have hard texture.
The dragon eggshell of the Fireball is very popular in Chinese wizardry. It is prized and widely used.
Ron knew he had to draw away the Chinese Fireball, or he would never get close to the eggs.
He also remembered what Evan had told him to do in such a situation. He kept waving his wand and using magic: Stupefy, the Conjunctivitis Curse, and powerful curses on the dragon, and posed enough threats to it to make sure it flew to follow him.
Ron began to fly, first this way, then the other, not near enough to make her breathe fire to stave him off. The dragon's head rose with him, its neck now stretched to its fullest extent, swaying left and right, like a snake dancing in front of the snake charmer...
Ron was like a fly to it, a fly it was longing to swat.
But no matter how Ron was provocative, the Chinese Fireball did not intend to fly.
Its head followed Ron for a while, and it seemed to be a little tired, and actually went straight down.
Hiding his head and eggs under its wings, it ignored Ron above.
Chapter 590: A Docile Fireball
The International Confederation of Wizards and the Department of Magical Games and Sports of the Ministry of Magic had clear regulations on the types of drugs prohibited from being used in competitive sports.
There were many kinds of potions, including the Strength Potion, a lot of potions that supplemented one’s magical power, as well as various kinds of solutions to improve one’s physique, strength, and responsiveness, and all kinds of potions that were not suitable for use in competitions as they could easily break the balance between contestants.
However, the Fire Protection Potion used by Ron was not on the list. It was in fact too unpopular.
This was Evan's special configuration for the flame of the Chinese Fireball and was simply impossible to appear on the list of prohibited drugs.
Fighting dragons was not a common sport, let alone a rare Chinese Fireball in Europe.
Evan had previously checked the relevant information, so he could safely hand over this Flame Protection Potion to Ron.
Although Bagman had explained that Ron’s use of potions did not violate the rules, it was clearly not recognized by the audience.
Disgruntled remarks were louder and louder, and the entire stands were a mess.
Amid the hustle and bustle of the young wizards' questioning, there was a terrible roar of the dragon, which put more pressure on Ron.
Under the influence of the potion, he had a sensation of being cold all over his body.
Although the noisy voices around him affected his concentration, he gradually regained his courage and was no longer as scared and nervous as he had been.
Courage was what Ron lacked most, and what he needed most.
After calming down, he tried the Summoning Spell.
This time, he was able to clearly hear it, speeding through the air behind him. Ron hurriedly turned around and saw the Firebolt hurtling toward him around the edge of the woods, soaring into the enclosure, and stopping dead in midair beside him, waiting for him to mount.
"It worked, Ron did it!" yelled Harry with joy, standing up cheering and screaming.
"Come on, Ron!" Hermione shouted with all her strength and cheered Ron.
All the audience were surprised to see the Firebolt flying into the enclosure, not sure what was going on.
Why did a broomstick fly in and how did he do it?!
The vast majority of young wizards felt it was very mystical. They had not thought of Accio yet!
Ron succeeded in casting a spell to summon the Firebolt. He did not look as nervous as before.
Evan knew that Ron could still perform well as long as he had enough courage.
For a long time, Ron's biggest problem had been his low self-esteem and lack of self-confidence.
It had something to do with the environment in which he grew up. Compared with the Weasley family and other people including Evan, Harry and Hermione, Ron had always been dwarfed. He was never so outstanding, had not enough courage, had no extraordinary talent, and even failed where other succeeded far too often.
He had no ability to do as exceptional as others, and even if he did, he would just be repeating the feats already taken by others around him. No one would be surprised at this, but would think it would a matter of course.
Ron was just an ordinary person compared to the talented wizards he often came into contact with.
If Ron wanted to overcome his inner fear, he needed more opportunities to take the lead and be the protagonist of his own journeys.
This tournament was a good start. Although it was not clear why Barty Crouch Jr. made Ron a champion, Evan sincerely hoped that he could seize the opportunity to grow up.
After the broomstick appeared, the crowd was making even more noise, and Bagman was shouting something.
But Ron’s ears were not working properly anymore, and listening wasn’t important...
He swung his leg over the broom and kicked off from the ground.
As he soared upward, as the wind rushed through his hair, as the crowd’s faces became mere flesh-colored pinpricks below, and the Chinese Fireball shrank to the size of a dog, he realized that he had left not only the ground behind, but also and mostly his fear.
He was more and more confident, as if he had recovered the feeling that he had just become a champion.
No matter what he would face, he was no longer afraid. He was fearless.
No matter how ridiculous his previous performance might have been, at this moment, he was a true champion, fitting of his role.
He circled over the enclosure and flew straight to the Chinese Fireball on the other side.
His eyes crossed with those of the dragon. He looked down at the clutch of eggs and spotted the gold one, gleaming against its fellows, residing safely between the dragon’s front legs.
Ron dived and the dragon’s head followed him.
A huge fireball came out and Ron hurriedly rolled in the sky. He was too close, and the flame spattered on him, leaving a big hole in his clothes. But soon it went out and did no harm to Ron. Evan’s Flame Protection Potion worked!
At this point, Ron was more confident in his victory over the dragon below him.
Ron was flying better and better, flying better than ever before, no longer touched by fireballs.
Among the people Evan knew, Ron’s flying skills was second only to Harry, Fred and George, far higher than other wizards.
As long as he showed his true level, he could defeat the Chinese Fireball below him.
"Oh my God, it’s a Firebolt. This is a world-class broomstick. Mr. Weasley is flying very well!" yelled Bagman excitedly. "What a wonderful performance. Are you watching this, Mr. Krum? He’s flying!"
Ron soared higher and higher as he dodged the flames and continued to provoke the dragon.
But the Chinese Fireball didn’t seem to want to take off; it was too protective of its eggs. Though it kept shooting out huge fireballs, furling and unfurling its wings and keeping its fearsome eyes on Ron, it was afraid to move too far from them.
The dragon eggs are vivid crimson speckled with gold and have hard texture.
The dragon eggshell of the Fireball is very popular in Chinese wizardry. It is prized and widely used.
Ron knew he had to draw away the Chinese Fireball, or he would never get close to the eggs.
He also remembered what Evan had told him to do in such a situation. He kept waving his wand and using magic: Stupefy, the Conjunctivitis Curse, and powerful curses on the dragon, and posed enough threats to it to make sure it flew to follow him.
Ron began to fly, first this way, then the other, not near enough to make her breathe fire to stave him off. The dragon's head rose with him, its neck now stretched to its fullest extent, swaying left and right, like a snake dancing in front of the snake charmer...
Ron was like a fly to it, a fly it was longing to swat.
But no matter how Ron was provocative, the Chinese Fireball did not intend to fly.
Its head followed Ron for a while, and it seemed to be a little tired, and actually went straight down.
Hiding his head and eggs under its wings, it ignored Ron above.
