Dragons fire breath, blowing and blowing,
Rolling behind a rock, thinking 'what did I do to deserve this', praying you won't die as you get ready to summon your broom, and with a swish of your wand and an accio you do, and it comes zooming, into your waiting hands, the dragon flying after you, enraged because you tried to steal from her nest,
She doesn't know that there is a fake golden egg, hidden there for the first task, of the Triwizard Tournamaent.