HP: White Lord of Slytherin

Chapter 161 Ancient Spell

Bagman put away the silk bag. "Okay, you've all finished drawing. Go to the field in the order of the numbers on the dragons' necks. I have to leave now to explain the story to the audience, Harry..."

However, Harry stared blankly at the number one, his brain still in extreme tension.

Gloria patted his shoulder, and Harry seemed to wake up from his dream.

"Merlin - you look very nervous. Harry, you are the first one to go on stage, and I just want to say a few words to you. Come." Bagman took the confused Harry in his arms and walked out of the tent.

Harry almost couldn't stand. Bagman offered to help, but he refused in a daze and went to the field when the whistle sounded.

The magical enclosure was filled with spectators, and on the other side of the enclosure was a blue Swedish short-nosed dragon, its ferocious eyes staring at him, its wings in a protective posture covering a nest of eggs, among which was the golden egg.

He felt like he was in a dream. Just like he had practiced it a thousand times, he raised his wand and shouted, "Firebolt!"

After shouting, he tried hard to clench his teeth to stop them from chattering.

While waiting for the Firebolt, Harry looked around and tried hard to find a familiar figure in the crowd. Finally, he heard a faint voice calling his own name.

Soon he locked onto his target, and Sirius grabbed the fence of the viewing platform with one hand and waved at him with the other.

I'm not sure if the Firebolt will come over from such a long distance. If I can't summon it...

Fortunately, the Firebolt had a very good understanding with him. It flew around the Forbidden Forest and into the paddock and stopped beside Harry. His stiff body finally recovered a little at this moment, and he jumped lightly on it.

Inside the tent——

There was a cheer outside when Harry came on the field. The cheering was even louder at this moment. It seemed that they were already dealing with the dragon. Bagman's commentary voice floated in.

"Young Harry, that was a great move on his broomstick that he summoned to fly up into the air. I heard the boy is quite good at Quidditch!"

"Flying around the fire dragon, oh there's fire coming... He dodged it very easily."

"What a pity! The dragon is unwilling to move even a little bit, and its wings are still tightly protecting the eggs. It's a bit troublesome. Harry must think of a way. Is he going to attack?"

"Oh he didn't, but he took a risk and got close to the dragon. The Swedish short-nosed dragon got angry... and opened its mouth to bite him. Harry luckily dodged it."

"Harry is still harassing the dragon... too close... oh--!"

There were loud exclamations on the field, and Bagman excitedly explained: "The Swedish short-nosed dragon finally raised its claws, but Harry was not so lucky this time. His hand was injured. Can he continue?"

"He was still holding on. It seemed that the Swedish short-nosed dragon was completely enraged. It spread its wings and tried to fly up and catch him... He swooped down! Very fast! As expected of a Firebolt broom, the dragon couldn't react in time at this speed... He got it! Harry Potter got the golden egg!"

The cheers from the paddock almost broke the cold air.

"As the first warrior to play, he took a very short time. He may be the warrior who gets the golden egg the fastest..."

Fleur, who was the second to come on stage, stood up with a more confident look on her face. She probably thought that if Harry could get the golden egg, there was no reason why she couldn't.

Gloria waited quietly. About ten minutes after Furong left, cheers broke out in the arena.

The whistle blew again, and Krum walked out of the tent with her shoulders slumped. Now she was alone.

She closed her eyes and began to think that since Voldemort had set up a conspiracy, he must have done it in a certain competition event. Which one would it be?

Anyway, it was impossible to hope that the dragon would kill Harry or her.

Now the headmaster and professors are all keeping their eyes on Karkaroff, or perhaps they have been staring at him from the beginning. The person who threw the note in the hall might not be him, but someone who took the compound potion. The potion that Hermione could brew in her second year is not difficult at all for an adult wizard.

A sharp whistle interrupted her thoughts.

"The last warrior is here. I wonder what kind of exciting duel Miss Slytherin will bring! Can she break Harry Potter's record of getting the golden egg the fastest?"

None of the three snakes were on my body. It was impossible to bring them to the competition. If they were found, it would cause trouble.

When she arrived at the field, she saw the cheering audience. Gloria only took a quick glance and fixed her sights on the Hungarian Horntail opposite. Its body was covered with black scales, and its yellow animal eyes were staring at her. Its wings were folded to protect the eggs, and its tail swept across the ground, leaving a mark several meters deep.

She drew her wand, pointed it at her heart, and whispered: "excambiare (contract exchange) -"

After she finished reciting the words, she moved her wand away, and a barely detectable white light emerged from her heart and fell on the fire dragon.

"A magic gem in exchange for an egg made of gold beneath your wings."

Her voice was so soft that the spectators could not hear it clearly. However, through the contract channel established by magic, the fire dragon immediately understood what she meant. However, the egg made of gold...

Gloria said: "To feel—"

The whole audience looked at her in amazement as she seemed to be communicating with the fire dragon. Could it be possible to talk to a fire dragon in Parseltongue?

The Hungarian Horntail cautiously opened her wings to reveal a slight gap, and leaned over to sniff carefully. After feeling it carefully, she found that one of the eggs had her scent, but no heartbeat.

"Give it to me and I will give you a gem that increases your power."

Bagman, who was commentating on the field, didn't know how to explain it, so he looked at Headmaster Dumbledore inquiringly, "Dumbledore, do you know what that spell is?"

They clearly saw Gloria cast the spell.

Dumbledore smiled warmly and said in a loud voice, "It is a very ancient spell. When the spells created by ancient wizards were limited, if you wanted to obtain something from a powerful magical creature, such as blood or scales, you needed to cast a contract spell and exchange it with the other party on an equal basis. The cost of breach of contract was very heavy."

Not only the students, but also other referees and professors were amazed by this explanation.

"I saw the description of this spell at a friend's house when I was young, but the spell was lost at that time."

In the paddock, the Hungarian Horntail gently picked up the strange egg, shook its head slightly, and the golden egg drew an arc and fell accurately into Gloria's hands.

She held the golden egg high and said to the dragon, "Before midnight, the magic gem will be given to you."

The contract was exchanged, and the fire dragon continued to guard the eggs beneath it tightly.

Bagman said excitedly, "She succeeded! It only took two minutes and twenty seconds! And neither the dragon nor she was injured. Without a doubt, Gloria Slytherin's performance was the best I've ever seen. She also demonstrated an ancient spell to us. It was wonderful!"

The dragon trainers smiled and came on stage to persuade the Hungarian Horntail to move. At first they were worried that it would not end well.

"Hello again, Gloria. I'm Charlie, Ron's brother, remember?" Charlie smiled and strode up to her and held out his hand.

Gloria shook his hand, "Remember, we met at the Quidditch World Cup."

Charlie said happily: "To be honest, the spell you cast just now was amazing. Thank you for not hurting her—" When he said this, his eyes revealed heartache and anger.

"It's just an exchange spell. I'll have to find her later and give her my trade item."

You can't break your promise.

Charlie said, "No problem, just come find me when the time comes."