Chapter 19: Dragon Slayer Potter
Harry waited, not at all nervous, in the tent as the other champions went out to fight their dragons. Somehow he had ended up with the horntail again. The goblet had chosen him, since naturally he had the highest chance of success having one once before. Of course there was an uproar and other hoopla associated with the incident, but why get bogged down with details.
Harry knew had to do something flashier this time. Even if he didn't win, he kind a wanted to be remembered as a competitor in this. And what was wrong with wanted credit for your accomplishments? Harry had left Captain with Hermione and Ron since he could technically only bring his wand. Captain was ticked off, but she would calm down eventually, if only to settle for scratching Ron's face off for no reason at all.
Harry heard the crowd roar outside as it was finally his turn. Harry took a deep breath and got up and walked into the stadium. In front of him was a golden egg. Harry knew it was a trap, but he went forward anyway. Seconds later, a monstrous beast landed in front of him. The dragon opened its mouth and Harry dove to side, narrowly missing a jet of fire as he hid behind a rock. Harry saw a little smoke, and followed the trail down to his cloak. Harry grimaced in frustration as he saw his cloak was singed. He quickly put it out. Harry clenched his jaw. He liked this cloak, and now that dragon was going to pay.
Harry jumped out from behind the rock as the dragon let loose another stream of fire. Harry put a fire repelling shield up. The flames passed harmlessly by him, and he could of sworn the dragon looked very confused. Harry smirked as he made a complicated wand motion, before pointing at the dragon.
Seconds later the, dragon was transfigured into a chicken. A giant chicken. The chicken cocked its head to the side. Harry couldn't help it, he broke out laughing.
The audience was silent for a minute, before they joined in. The scene looked ridiculous. Harry was going to have an easy win. Or so they thought.
The chicken straightened its head again. Harry looked up, wiping the tears away. Then he heard a weird sound.
"Cluck cl- BLAAAAAAH"
Harry quickly dived to the side as a jet of flame passed where he was only seconds earlier. The chicken advanced forward, bringing down its beak at an insane speed at Harry. Harry rolled to the side, narrowly avoiding death.
The crowd wasn't laughing anymore.
The only thought that was going through Harry's mind was, 'Why is it always the chickens?'
Captain smirked. She knew why. It was all because of a green clad hero with a sword and shied who liked to break pots. But that was another story.
'Well it's at least not as bad as the dragon, since it doesn't have talons…'
Harry had still not learned to avoid tempting fate. The chicken brought up one of its feet, revealing razor sharp instruments of destruction. Harry's eyes widened, before he quickly scrambled to the side and transfigured a barrier to block the strike.
"Alright this is insane!" yelled Harry as he jumped out from behind his cover, brandishing his wand towards the creature. He thought for half a second about transfiguring it into a fish or something, before discarding the idea. Who knows what might happen? Instead, Harry returned the beast to its original form.
The dragon was now very confused. Only seconds earlier he had grown taller and had feathers, before being returned to his original state. It mattered not though, since this pipsqueak in front of him was most likely the cause, and it was going to die a terrible death. The dragon reared back to swipe its talons when a jet of blue light hit its face.
Harry took a second to catch his breath after he obliviated the dragon by hitting its eye. It was now curiously looking around, while Harry dashed in and grabbed the egg. Why didn't he think of this earlier? Harry dashed away with the egg, and the match was over. The judges looked towards each other for a second, before writing down scores.
Harry glanced up and saw that he got straight fours. It seemed as if the judges weren't too impressed. The crowd saw the scores and boo'ed the judges. Harry's performance had been the most entertaining by far, if a bit impractical. Harry sighed, it didn't' really matter, since, in the end, it all came down to your maze solving skills.