Chapter 591: Red Flame
Evan didn't know what to say; he never thought that Ron would be so unlucky!
The character of this Chinese Fireball was too docile. It just stuck to the eggs and did not leave. Ron’s harassment did not work at all.
If it had been the Hungarian Horntail, and Ron dared to be so provocative, it would have flown fiercely toward him.
But the Chinese Fireball was not that kind of aggressive dragon, and this one seemed to have an extraordinarily mild character. Now that it couldn't touch Ron, and Ron's magic didn't work on it, it just laid down to guard its eggs, regardless of Ron flying in the sky.
Since it was a nasty fly, let him fly. That was probably what it thought.
When drawing up the operational plan, they tried to overestimate the power of the dragon as far as possible, fearing that there would be accidents. They did not expect this kind of situation at all.
"No, this big one’s temper is so good, the plan didn't work!" Hermione said anxiously.
"Ron's magic power is too weak to break through the dragon's defense," said Evan, "This dragon will not care about him."
"What should we do now?" Harry asked anxiously, and the situation was not very good.
Ron now had spent more time than Krum and Fleur combined, and the judges were likely to end the task at any time.
If so, Ron, who didn't get the egg, would score very low.
If it were Evan, he would jump off the broomstick and attack from the ground.
Anyway, with the help of the Fire Protection Potion, the Fireball's fire had no effect, and he would not suffer losses in the head-on confrontation.
But it was too difficult for Ron to do so. He didn't want to give up his advantage and come down from the safe Firebolt.
He did not have the courage to take this step, and he couldn’t confront the dragon like Krum.
In his opinion, that was no different from going to his own death.
He pressed the broom down again, a little closer to the dragon, and continued to use magic to provoke it.
The red light of the spell fell on the Chinese Fireball and was bounced off as if it were just tickling it.
It seemed determined that if Ron did not come down from the broomstick, it would not even care about him. It was no longer shooting fire at Ron.
Even the fire it had been launching at Ron was gone!
Ron flew anxiously around the dragon for a few laps, unable to find a suitable offensive opportunity.
The only magic that could now hurt the dragon was the Conjunctivitis Curse, but the Chinese Fireball hid its head under its wings...
As time went by, the audience began to talk again.
The screams, shouting and applause brought about by the sudden appearance of Firebolt gradually stopped, and the game gradually entered the boring garbage time.
The Slytherins collectively shouted for Ron to come down from the broomstick.
Ron gritted his teeth, and it was no good to go on like this. He suddenly remembered the Bloodthirst spell Krum had told him about.
When he returned to the tent, he couldn't help asking Krum who said that this simple magic was very effective against dragons, but it couldn’t be used easily.
Ron didn't know why he couldn't use it. Before Krum could explain it, he was called out by Bagman to compete.
The current situation was wrong, and Ron had no other way.
The battle plan that Evan and Hermione had made for him didn't work, and Ron's head was messy.
He couldn't think of any new way, and he couldn't run over to ask them what to do.
There was only this way, Ron made a decision.
He controlled the broom and once again flew towards the Chinese Fireball.
"It’s no use, Ron," yelled Harry, rushing to the stands, "Get off the broom!"
Evan had just expressed his thoughts, and Harry was eager to tell Ron.
"I wish he could show up earlier. He's wasting his time, his magic..." said Hermione sighing.
"Hold on, this spell seems a bit wrong!” said Evan suddenly, getting to his feet.
He had a bad feeling. He saw Ron sitting on the broomstick waving his wand wildly.
They were very close, and could clearly see that a dark green light came out from the end of Ron's wand and shot at the dragon.
Ron waved his wand. At the moment the magic was formed, he felt his soul pouring into the wand.
He shook his head, feeling dizzy, and exhausted all his magic.
Ron only saw a dark green light forming at the end of his wand, a magic light he had never seen before.
"Damn, that magic!" Evan immediately realized what spell Ron was using.
He had just discussed this spell with Caresius the day before yesterday. This dark blood-thirst spell could irritate the dragon and make it insane.
Because he had just talked about it, Evan was very impressed with it.
The Bloodthirst Curse is not a harmful spell and would not be defended by the skin of the dragon. Dragons are also ferocious by nature, highly vulnerable to the Bloodthirst Curse.
Evan didn't know how Ron learned this magic. Evan was very opposed to him using this spell!
The Bloodthirst Curse was a restricted black magic. It was too dangerous and it was easy to get things out of control.
As soon as Evan took out his wand, he heard Harry shouting, "Look, Ron has succeeded. The dragon has responded!"
As soon as his voice fell, the dragon raised its neck and gave out a horrible roar that resounded throughout the audience.
Its angry eyes turned completely blood-red and stared at Ron ferociously. It spread its huge, scarlet scaly wings, as wide as those of a small airplane, and the Chinese Fireball left the ground towards Ron.
"It worked!" Ron was ecstatic.
He hurried up at full Firebolt speed and soon left the dragon behind him.
Because he kept going up, he didn't see that the dragon behind him did not follow.
Ron was not its only target. Under the stimulation of the black magic, the dragon completely lost its mind, having only the nature of brutality and killing. It was now furious, and as it had not met Ron, it rushed directly to the nearest audience.
It had only one idea, which was to burn these annoying bugs to death!
Evan was there; everything was too fast, and the young wizards in the audience were still applauding and shouting.
But in a blink of an eye, they saw the horrible giant suddenly appearing in front of them.
In their ears were the strong winds brought about by the agitation of its wings, and its great shadow completely shrouded them.
The young wizards looked in amazement at the Chinese Fireball that suddenly appeared in front of them, the ferocious and terrible mouth with sharp fangs and the odd fringe of gold spikes around its lion-like face. And the red flame of white gas glowing like magma came out of its mouth.
The Chinese fireball spread its wings in front of the audience, and the deep red flame was about to gush out from its slender nostrils.
The flame merged with the scales on its body to form a dazzling red lotus.
Chapter 591: Red Flame
Evan didn't know what to say; he never thought that Ron would be so unlucky!
The character of this Chinese Fireball was too docile. It just stuck to the eggs and did not leave. Ron’s harassment did not work at all.
If it had been the Hungarian Horntail, and Ron dared to be so provocative, it would have flown fiercely toward him.
But the Chinese Fireball was not that kind of aggressive dragon, and this one seemed to have an extraordinarily mild character. Now that it couldn't touch Ron, and Ron's magic didn't work on it, it just laid down to guard its eggs, regardless of Ron flying in the sky.
Since it was a nasty fly, let him fly. That was probably what it thought.
When drawing up the operational plan, they tried to overestimate the power of the dragon as far as possible, fearing that there would be accidents. They did not expect this kind of situation at all.
"No, this big one’s temper is so good, the plan didn't work!" Hermione said anxiously.
"Ron's magic power is too weak to break through the dragon's defense," said Evan, "This dragon will not care about him."
"What should we do now?" Harry asked anxiously, and the situation was not very good.
Ron now had spent more time than Krum and Fleur combined, and the judges were likely to end the task at any time.
If so, Ron, who didn't get the egg, would score very low.
If it were Evan, he would jump off the broomstick and attack from the ground.
Anyway, with the help of the Fire Protection Potion, the Fireball's fire had no effect, and he would not suffer losses in the head-on confrontation.
But it was too difficult for Ron to do so. He didn't want to give up his advantage and come down from the safe Firebolt.
He did not have the courage to take this step, and he couldn’t confront the dragon like Krum.
In his opinion, that was no different from going to his own death.
He pressed the broom down again, a little closer to the dragon, and continued to use magic to provoke it.
The red light of the spell fell on the Chinese Fireball and was bounced off as if it were just tickling it.
It seemed determined that if Ron did not come down from the broomstick, it would not even care about him. It was no longer shooting fire at Ron.
Even the fire it had been launching at Ron was gone!
Ron flew anxiously around the dragon for a few laps, unable to find a suitable offensive opportunity.
The only magic that could now hurt the dragon was the Conjunctivitis Curse, but the Chinese Fireball hid its head under its wings...
As time went by, the audience began to talk again.
The screams, shouting and applause brought about by the sudden appearance of Firebolt gradually stopped, and the game gradually entered the boring garbage time.
The Slytherins collectively shouted for Ron to come down from the broomstick.
Ron gritted his teeth, and it was no good to go on like this. He suddenly remembered the Bloodthirst spell Krum had told him about.
When he returned to the tent, he couldn't help asking Krum who said that this simple magic was very effective against dragons, but it couldn’t be used easily.
Ron didn't know why he couldn't use it. Before Krum could explain it, he was called out by Bagman to compete.
The current situation was wrong, and Ron had no other way.
The battle plan that Evan and Hermione had made for him didn't work, and Ron's head was messy.
He couldn't think of any new way, and he couldn't run over to ask them what to do.
There was only this way, Ron made a decision.
He controlled the broom and once again flew towards the Chinese Fireball.
"It’s no use, Ron," yelled Harry, rushing to the stands, "Get off the broom!"
Evan had just expressed his thoughts, and Harry was eager to tell Ron.
"I wish he could show up earlier. He's wasting his time, his magic..." said Hermione sighing.
"Hold on, this spell seems a bit wrong!” said Evan suddenly, getting to his feet.
He had a bad feeling. He saw Ron sitting on the broomstick waving his wand wildly.
They were very close, and could clearly see that a dark green light came out from the end of Ron's wand and shot at the dragon.
Ron waved his wand. At the moment the magic was formed, he felt his soul pouring into the wand.
He shook his head, feeling dizzy, and exhausted all his magic.
Ron only saw a dark green light forming at the end of his wand, a magic light he had never seen before.
"Damn, that magic!" Evan immediately realized what spell Ron was using.
He had just discussed this spell with Caresius the day before yesterday. This dark blood-thirst spell could irritate the dragon and make it insane.
Because he had just talked about it, Evan was very impressed with it.
The Bloodthirst Curse is not a harmful spell and would not be defended by the skin of the dragon. Dragons are also ferocious by nature, highly vulnerable to the Bloodthirst Curse.
Evan didn't know how Ron learned this magic. Evan was very opposed to him using this spell!
The Bloodthirst Curse was a restricted black magic. It was too dangerous and it was easy to get things out of control.
As soon as Evan took out his wand, he heard Harry shouting, "Look, Ron has succeeded. The dragon has responded!"
As soon as his voice fell, the dragon raised its neck and gave out a horrible roar that resounded throughout the audience.
Its angry eyes turned completely blood-red and stared at Ron ferociously. It spread its huge, scarlet scaly wings, as wide as those of a small airplane, and the Chinese Fireball left the ground towards Ron.
"It worked!" Ron was ecstatic.
He hurried up at full Firebolt speed and soon left the dragon behind him.
Because he kept going up, he didn't see that the dragon behind him did not follow.
Ron was not its only target. Under the stimulation of the black magic, the dragon completely lost its mind, having only the nature of brutality and killing. It was now furious, and as it had not met Ron, it rushed directly to the nearest audience.
It had only one idea, which was to burn these annoying bugs to death!
Evan was there; everything was too fast, and the young wizards in the audience were still applauding and shouting.
But in a blink of an eye, they saw the horrible giant suddenly appearing in front of them.
In their ears were the strong winds brought about by the agitation of its wings, and its great shadow completely shrouded them.
The young wizards looked in amazement at the Chinese Fireball that suddenly appeared in front of them, the ferocious and terrible mouth with sharp fangs and the odd fringe of gold spikes around its lion-like face. And the red flame of white gas glowing like magma came out of its mouth.
The Chinese fireball spread its wings in front of the audience, and the deep red flame was about to gush out from its slender nostrils.
The flame merged with the scales on its body to form a dazzling red lotus.
