"Hey! I thought I said to let me handle it," Harry yells as Tannlaus pins him to the ground, roaring a challenge at the enraged Horntail.
.:Nevermind that, get on!:. Tannlaus snaps, letting Harry shimmy out from under him, one shoulder lowered so Harry can climb up.
Harry obeys, grumbling as he does and ignoring their audience's shocked nonsense.
The two take to the skies, Harry drawing on Oz's muscle memory to properly fly with Tannlaus, easily dodging a spurt of fire from the nest-mother.
It doesn't take much to coax the female to take off in pursuit of them. After a minute or two of heckling to make sure she was high enough, they dive and snatch the false egg.
Harry nearly falls off at the feeling of breathless euphoria that courses through him courtesy of Oz as they drop.
Tannlaus rumbles in displeasure, once again voicing his disgust with the humans who thought stressing a nest-mother a good sport. Harry presses a hand to his- to Oz's friend's neck, letting the memories guide his throat into burbling an agreement and platitude.
The two land by the tent and go in without bothering to ever look at the judges.