Karakov's eyes also fell on Dumbledore. He opened his mouth to speak, but he didn't.
Don't worry, Mr. Krum hides himself well; he is safe. For now.
Dumbledore's answer put everyone at ease.
The wasp is too terrifying. It's not so much that it's attacking Krum trying to approach, but rather that it's venting its anger. It constantly roars loudly enough to shatter the eardrums, tail lashing against the mountains and ground, flinging the debris in all directions. The entire stadium shakes slightly, even the 'big people' who show no emotion are slightly discolored.
Though the Triwizard Tournament has always had a 'casualty quota,' even if Viktor Krum were to die here, there wouldn't be much Demestrang could say. After all, they chose this ferocious opponent themselves.
But the actual situation would not be so simple. Viktor Krum is a legendary Quidditch player beloved by countless Quidditch fans. If something were to go wrong, the Ministry of Magic and Hogwarts would have to find a way to calm down the angry fans.
“Should we intervene, Dumbledore?”
Mrs. Bones, seeing that Amos still had not returned, got up from her seat and came to stand before Dumbledore, speaking in a low voice so as not to be too direct in front of the judges.
"There are many people gathered here, we cannot just let this fire dragon destroy the house. If this false mountain falls, I fear--"
Mrs. Bones' words struck a chord with Karakov, and he was too concerned to hold a grudge against Dumbledore. He heartily agreed with Mrs. Bones' suggestion.
"That's right, Dumbledore, we need to consider the safety of the audience!"
However, Mrs. Maxima eyed Karakov sidelong, her voice without a trace of emotion,
"Brave souls should use their wisdom, courage, and magical skills on the battlefield to overcome various dilemmas—I fully agree with your previous opinion, Karakov."
"Do we need to hold another vote?"
Ludo inquired at the appropriate time.
"I don't think we need to--" Dumbledore lifted his gaze from the field, smiling as he said, "I think the commotion is nearly over--"
The terrifying noise had been going on for three minutes. The tree bee, whose anger was finally starting to abate, finally stopped destroying the playing field with its tail and breathed slightly heavily, releasing a small amount of scorching white vapor before slowly crouching down.
Under the action of gravity, the dust fell slowly and was gradually reflected in the audience, one by one. People stared at the pitted and uneven playing field, like the moon surface, astonished to be speechless.
"Are you thinking--"
"Professor, it's not safe," Neville trembled and said.
"What else does he have left?"
"It's hard to say, Neville--"
"Diagon drank a large mouthful of water with a gulp and spoke in a voice as if he were suffocating, "
"Nail covers or something, I think there will be some left?"
Bang!
The image on the competition screen became clear again, and the monitors all over the playing field were aimlessly flying around, unable to find Krum's figure. Most of the young wizards believed that Krum had merged with the earth, and some even started to quietly cry out with their hands covering their mouths. And at this moment--
At a distance of less than fifty feet from the tree bee, a rock embedded in the ground exploded without any warning. Viktor Krum, who was thought to be dead, jumped out of a large hole in the ground.
Krum was covered in dust, even his eyebrows and hair looked gray and dusty. He stood at the edge of the hole, slightly panting. On the big screen, people saw that his face was covered in small wounds. But most importantly, Krum's left wrist was clearly bent unnaturally. It didn't take a particularly bright mind to figure out how that happened.
"It's unbelievable that he's still alive!"
Ludo said in a startled tone. Suddenly, he felt a chill behind him, and without turning around, Ludo knew whose eyes were fixed on him with murder in them. He quickly changed the subject,
"That's amazing, everyone. Mr. Krum has made it through the most difficult moment--oh, his left arm doesn't look too good. This will definitely affect his agility. I sincerely hope it won't have any bad impact on Mr. Krum's career as a Quidditch player!"
Shut!
Viktor Krum had no intention of giving up. After only a few seconds of catching his breath, he raised his hand and cast a dark red spell straight at the tree bee's eyes!
It's the Stupefy spell!
There were quite a few people who had good eyesight, and they immediately recognized what the silent spell was. However, when the spell hit the tree bee's jaw, causing a bright spark to fly up, small-scale sighs were heard in the scene.
"What a pity!"
Ludo was sighing and saying,
“Mr. Krum seemed to intend to blind the fire dragon's vision, he almost succeeded, but just then the commotion seemed to have made him a bit confused. His opponent obviously couldn't believe that he was still alive, and moved his head a little.”
Roar!
The Hungarian tree bee snapped back to its senses with a terrifying, ear-piercing scream. It raised its head, and a blazing red ball was gathering in its horribly large mouth!
Too close!
It was clear what the Hungarian tree bee was about to do, and Krum was less than forty feet away from the fire dragon. There was nothing else around to dodge except for the scattered stones and shallow craters on the ground. Even if he jumped back into the deep hole where he had been hiding just now, the heat of the dragon's breath would kill him!
The Hungarian tree bee was thoroughly provoked, and its raised neck showed that the next dragon's breath would be like a fierce gale. Perhaps in the next second, Krum would be blown into ashes by the surging flames!
At that moment, even Dumbledore's face took on a solemn expression. He rose abruptly and the Elder Wand appeared in his wrinkled hand. His face was calm, but an aura of suffocating authority emanated from him without sound!
What should we do!
The time seemed to stand still. Krum's dark face finally became ashen, and he knew that he had nowhere to hide. At this distance, the dragon's breath would certainly be fatal to him. This time won't be long, as the brighter and brighter light from this black dragon's mouth could be seen. It might only be a few seconds - even if it wasn't enough for him to run to the golden egg that had been knocked over by the previous commotion, unless
A glint of ferocity flashed in Krum's eyes, and instead of turning to run away, he bravely charged towards the Hungarian tree bee amidst many astonished gazes.
"Are you crazy, Viktor!"
Karakov finally couldn't take it anymore, he screamed in horror.
Everyone thought Krum was going to his death, but at this moment, Krum threw out his second spell after entering the field. Instead of trying to interfere with the fire dragon like Cedric did, he directly cast a spell toward the golden egg. The landing was on the ground behind him!
Bang!
The loud noise came before the dragon's breath landed.
The moment the spell landed, the rugged stones exploded suddenly, and the explosive airwave directly shot the golden egg into the air. It might have been a coincidence, but those who watched this scene believed it was a well-calculated move. After all, Krum is a world-famous Quidditch player--
In the end, the golden egg flew toward Krum, and at the same time, as Krum quickly landed on a piece of flying rock, he made a decisive leap towards mid-air with his unharmed hand struggling to reach for the golden egg!
Time seemed to be stretched in that moment as people watched in horror at the distance between Krum's fingertips and the golden egg's, as well as the ferocious dragon's head, which was biting into a burst sun. A scarlet torrent of destruction flowed down!
The entire playing field seemed to be enveloped in a cocoon about to solidify, and the only thing that could slowly move was Krum's fingertips, the rolling golden egg, and the dragon's breath, which was clearly faster. It was certain that even if Krum touched the golden egg first, he would also be destroyed by the dragon's breath from the Hungarian tree bee!
Buzz!
A piercing buzz broke the silence in the congealed arena as Amostha returned to the playing field with Dumbledore, raising their wands at the Hungarian tree bee.
(Chapter ends)
