A sharp chirping sounded from the golden flames, and a beautiful firebird poked out his head, a cluster of golden flames burned on his forehead, and his long beak refracted with dazzling light.

"Harry!"

Hermione shouted, her wand and left hand blocking her body, trying her best to control her magic - the fire dragon in Classroom 7 is fake, but their magic is real and they must be controlled carefully.

They have been taught a lesson before.

Harry, who was still engaging in the fire dragon, immediately ran away. Ron's bright light ball that had been prepared for a long time shot out a straight beam of light, hitting the fire dragon's wings obliquely. Then it was scattered into more finer light by the smooth scales, illuminating the dim space around.

The spell is wrong!

Ron quickly adjusted the angle, and this time he finally let the light column explode on the fire dragon's face. The bright light was not dazzling, but it still blocked most of its sight. This made the fire dragon's movements temporarily stagnate. It shook its head uneasy, and its two strong claws slid tightly on the brown rock, like a dagger, and a series of sparks were drawn out.

The firebird crossed hundreds of feet in the blink of an eye, and its long and sharp beak aimed at the abdomen of the fire dragon. At some point, the scales there were cracked by external forces.

"laugh!"

Little blood was sprinkled.

The fire dragon roared in pain and slapped the firebird with a slap, turning it into a pure flame, contaminating it on its body. It panted heavily and spit out a dazzling blue flame. The grass and trees passed by instantly turned into ashes, and the stones cracked open "cracklingly", instantly submerging Harry and the other two.

After everything came to silence, Harry licked his dry lips, and the scene just now remained in his green eyes. Hermione and Ron walked over with pale faces and looked at Cedric and the other two who were standing aside with their mouths wide open.

It was already afternoon, and Felix took them to Classroom No. 7, intending to let them feel the power of Fire Dragon for the first time.

The result was that Cedric and his group of warriors were shocked. Their previous performance was not perfect, but they basically showed their own characteristics, including Cedric's meteorological magic, Roger Davis's magical plants, as well as Collins' magical spell and superb silent casting.

And Harry's group...

It is difficult to describe it in appropriate language. They have a very good understanding of the fire dragon's attack method, and many reactions are completed subconsciously. This level of understanding is no longer something you can learn from books or by listening to stories. You must practice it with real swords and guns and remember it with your body.

This is also a way to train dragon trainers. Every dragon trainer will leave some scars on his body during his first year or two, and some will deliberately keep one or two places as a testimony of his courage.

"It's still not possible... Flames are inherently disadvantageous to Fire Dragons. Even Hermione's ancient magic cannot penetrate the thick dragon skin..." Harry said slightly panting.

"Only the most powerful spell can be done. In fact, Sirius's advice is good. Use eye spells, but it requires excellent dynamic vision and precise control. Among the three of us, it is estimated that only Harry can do it, but you have not mastered this spell yet." Hermione's chest kept fluttering, and she tried her best to maintain peace.

Ron was so tired that he sat on the ground. "Fortunately, he encountered a Swedish short-nosed dragon. If he had encountered a Ukrainian iron belly or a Hungarian tree bee..." He looked at Cedric and the others meaningfully, and as expected, his expression was not very natural.

His mood improved a lot. Although he still had a shocked expression on his face, he began to introduce with great enthusiasm: "Ukrainian iron belly is the largest, sixty or seventy feet tall, and we have also encountered a seventy-foot one. It only needs to rush over and stretch out a foot... Bang! You're done, of course you will only see the gray shadows constantly magnifying in front of your eyes..."

"There are also Hungarian tree bees, which are also a big guy. It's okay if it spits fire at you. Once I successfully released the iron armor spell, and then I saw a long black tail covered with spikes. You will find that your spell shatters like an egg shell..."

"The Peruvian fanged dragon breathes poisonously and is very fast, and it is difficult for spells to hit it..."

"Okay," Felix said helplessly, interrupting Ron, who seemed to be showing off, and he looked at them with surprise: "You have actually completed some of the work ahead of time. Although there are still some tactical problems, they have obviously adapted to the attack rhythm of the Fire Dragon and will not be scared to recite the spell... But I have to restrict you so that you will not form a certain terrible inertia."

"The more you fail, the more you will strengthen a concept in your heart, that is, everything in classroom No. 7 is fake. You may confuse this false courage. When the real competition is true, the audience, judges, or venues around you will remind you what is real. At that time, you will find that your courage is like a beautiful soap bubble, and it will be broken with one click..."

Harry opened his mouth and wanted to argue a few words. But he felt that this was a bit reasonable. After experiencing dozens of "death methods", they really didn't care about being injured. If they participated in the competition with this mentality, they might perform better, but the greater possibility was to habitually make reckless actions.

For example, he tried to use a completely invalid spell to buy time for Hermione, but was slapped to death.

"Next, we will conduct targeted training, and each of your groups has huge room for improvement... What I want to do is to help you find where you are best, because you will soon find that there is not enough time."

...

After coming out of Classroom Seven, Harry and the others put on their thick cloaks, walked out of the castle, and followed the path to Hagrid.

In the pumpkin field behind Hagrid's cottage, a big black dog was running around like a joy, Harry, Ron and Hermione grinned.

When he saw them, the big black dog ran over and turned into a man in front of them. Sirius's hair was short and clean and neat, and his cheeks became white, which made him look younger.

"Sirius-" Harry hugged him, "You don't have to come here every day."

Sirius grinned his teeth, "This is my responsibility, I am bored!"

"Remus suggests you find a job and you should return to your normal life." Harry said, but his face uncontrollably smiled.

Sirius scratched his chin casually, a little absent-minded. "I can't be anxious about that kind of thing... I won't talk about it anymore, how about it, was Felix shocked?"

These days, he has been guiding the three of them, including how to cooperate, but he is not a public official in Hogwarts and cannot enter the castle. Sloaming near Hagrid's hut was also the result of Dumbledore turning a blind eye.

Harry said it helplessly, Sirius rubbed his chin and sat on a huge pumpkin, and Hagrid's hunting dog sniffed his shoes and wagged his tail at him.

"Go, go, Yaya!" He skillfully threw Yaya a dog biscuit and thought about it seriously, "He made sense. You may indeed confuse the truth and the falsehood, but our purpose has also been achieved--you have personally experienced the various attack methods of Fire Dragon, which is very important!"

He said with some gloating pleasure: "I saw the warriors of Vagado running around in the forbidden forest, and maybe they were having a headache."

As the host, the Hogwarts Warriors did take advantage of a certain amount of advantages, which is reflected in the huge school resources behind it. Although Hogwarts has opened libraries and some resources to other schools, the most critical classroom No. 7 does not have one.

"But don't be proud. I saw new faces appearing in those schools. They should be professors from their schools to give special training to the Warriors."

Sirius quickly revealed this topic.

"So, start today's practice, eye spell, extinguishing spell, softening spell. If you have time, we can also try the illusion body spell and transforming techniques, but it may be too difficult for you, and I'm not good at transforming..."

Harry said hesitantly: "I don't think the effect of the eye curse is good. Most of the fire dragon heads we see are surrounded by thick scales, as well as protruding bones and spikes, which makes it difficult for us to hit."

Ron said ingeniously: "What do you think of the bat spell? I heard Ginny say that this spell can turn the booster into a bat. Imagine that a group of bats flew out of the fire dragon's nose and stretched its nose to the top..."

Sirius coughed twice, "I thought it was good, but no one tried it. The eye curse was a tested mantra after all."

He looked at the three people: "There is actually only one way to deal with the accuracy of the spell, which is to practice a lot." He saw the three people's expressions collapse and continued: "Of course, a good way will be twice the result with half the effort. You need some handy tools."

"Have you brought it, Harry?" he asked.

Harry took out the golden thief from his pocket in confusion. Last night, Sirius asked him to bring the golden thief through the two-way mirror. He had not understood the reason. He asked in the mirror, but he didn't say anything, but instead changed the topic and kept it in the silence.

Sirius's hand brushed over the wings of the golden thief, and a row of alchemy symbols lit up on the golden wings. "The gift I give you has two hidden functions, one of which is that its interior is expanded by the traceless stretching spell, which can hold things, and the other is that it has the function of 'following' itself."

"Follow the function?" Harry asked in confusion.

"Yes, it will fly around you within a certain range, which is adjustable. I originally wanted it to help you practice Quidditch, but you didn't seem to notice."

Harry was a little ashamed, and he explained in a low voice: "I was afraid it would be lost, so I didn't take it outside."

Sirius was not worried about this little problem: "In addition to practicing Quidditch, it can also practice the accurate head of your spells - next, I let it fly around you within a height of twenty to fifty feet, you need to hit it with an eye spell. Of course, you don't know this spell yet, it doesn't matter! You can try other spells first!"

Harry and the others were excited, and Hermione asked with some concern, "Will we break it?"

"No," Sirius said indifferently: "It was imposed with powerful protective magic, and I told Felix that this gift would be passed to Harry's children."
Chapter completed!