Chapter 588: Fleur and the Green Welshman

It took a lot of effort for the dragon keepers to subdue the ferocious dragon that was enraged by the Conjunctivitis Curse, and let it calm down little by little.

Short Snout was completely enraged by Krum. He fanned his wings and glared at every wizard who dared to approach. His yellow eyes were bloodshot and fierce. The dragon was still howling horribly and craning its neck to shoot blue flames into the sky.

Everyone wondered how the dragon would react to seeing that it was missing half of its eggs.

Second to appear after Krum is Fleur, and everyone was eagerly awaiting her performance.

"One down, three to go!" shouted Bagman as the whistle blew again. "Miss Delacour, please!"

Fleur came out; she seemed to be shaking from head to toe, not as relaxed as Krum.

She held her head high, her hand clutching her wand. Compared to the huge creature in front of her, Fleur looked especially weak.

She stood in her pale blue Beauxbatons robes, her beauty reaching to the soul.

At the other end of the field, there was another beauty, representing strength to the extreme.

Fleur's opponent was the green Welshman, the most common type of dragon in Britain, with a long history.

Thousands of years ago, humans had seen traces of the Green Welshman.

Unlike other dragons, which symbolized evil and terror, in Anglo-Saxon England, the common green Welsh often appeared on flags, and Muggles considered it a symbol of real strength and courage.

Because of its nobility, it often appeared in all sorts of literary works and paintings passed down from generation to generation.

To this day, the green Welshman remains the symbol of the Welsh nation.

The wizards had established a reserve for the dragon in the Welsh mountains, surrounded by thick undergrowth, which could help them hide well.

In addition, the common green Welsh dragon is one of the least troublesome of the dragons. It prefers to feed on sheep and actively avoids humans unless provoked.

Although not easy to see, the Green Welshman has an easily recognizable and surprisingly melodious roar. And it emits its green fire in thin streams.

As expected, after seeing Fleur, the green Welshman didn't rush in.

Although they were very close, he gave her a friendly greeting, and the beautiful, soulful roar of the dragon was truly memorable.

Of course, good temperament did not mean being easily intimidated.

If Fleur continued to approach, or dared to move her brown eggs, then this common green Welshman would surely tear her to pieces without hesitation.

"Miss Delacour is in luck. Let's see how she intends to get this dragon out of her place!" cried Bagman cheerfully. "Oh, what magic is this? I'm not sure it was wise of her to do so!"

Fleur intended to cast a more complex incantation, just as the dance, her body danced with her wand.

A light smoke rose from the end of her wand and drifted slowly towards the dragon.

The scene was very pleasing to the eye, but people doubted its effectiveness.

"What is he doing? is she dancing?" said Hermione puzzled. "I've never seen this spell."

"It must be some kind of weird Sleep Spell. I think she probably wants to use the smoke to put the dragon into a hypnotic state," said Ivan, watching Fleur's movements carefully. He had never seen this magic before, but he could feel its power.

Usually, sleep spells are rare and difficult to release. Only a few mages can use them.

"Sleep spell?!" Harry stared at Fleur for a long time and said uncertainly. "Remember the dancing Veela at the World Cup? It seems to me that Fleur dances like them."

At Harry's reminder, Ivan realized that Fleur's movements were indeed similar to the Veela's.

Of course, she had to be human, not a Veela. But with Fleur's dancing, her every move had an extraordinary charm, containing some kind of seductive force.

Most of the boys stared at her, confused and immersed in Fleur's beauty.

It was no wonder that this enchantment had to do with Fleur's Veela lineage.

Ivan saw the pale blue smoke, centered on Fleur, slowly advancing, diffusing around the green Welshman's body, who suddenly fell asleep. He lay down gracefully and began to sleep.

Without a struggle, Fleur passed the test easily. Now all she had to do was reach over and grab the golden egg.

Obviously, Fleur thought so too.

She approached as everyone held their breath; they were all afraid of waking the dragon.

Among the Beauxbatons audience, Gabrielle was looking intently at Fleur, her little face full of tension and anticipation.

"Amazing, Miss Delacour has done it, with her beautiful dancing and magic!". Bagman also lowered his tone, and said appreciatively, "She's got it... almost.... oh, good sir, I thought I had had it then!"

In the middle of the grounds, Fleur approached the dragon, and seemed completely relaxed.

Just as she was about to step over the dragon, the green Welshman, who had fallen asleep, suddenly snored.

A great jet of flame shot out, Fleur dodged it, but sparks sizzled above her skirt, which suddenly caught fire.

The flame spread upward, and the crowd was noisy again.

They seemed to have noticed that the dragon's head had moved a little and would soon wake up.

This scene is really exciting, everyone was worried about Fleur.

If the green Welshman woke up at that moment, she would not even have a chance to escape, and would be directly cut into meat pies.

Fleur was clearly in a state of panic. It was a question of whether to continue to venture forward or temporarily retreat.

If this green Welshman woke up, he would surely pounce on her in a fury. Fleur had neither time nor opportunity to use the same magic to put the dragon to sleep again. She thought her charm would succeed, and she had prepared no other magic.

She hesitated, looked at the huge green dragon in front of her and made up her mind.

The next second, Fleur rushed forward and held the golden egg as fast as she could, oblivious to the fire in her body.

The moment she got the golden egg, the wizards who had been waiting nearby rushed at her.

Dozens of wands were pointed at Fleur, and water poured out to put out the fire in her body.

Splash, splash, and more splash....

The columns of water kept spraying Fleur, drenching her completely.

At that moment, her beautiful pale blue robe had burned down to a short skirt.

The remaining part also became translucent, revealing a splendid landscape, and all the boys looked at Fleur in a daze.

Ivan could faintly see her underwear, which was not the one he had seen before. The color was not the same...

Fleur ignored them all, holding the golden egg and exiting the enclosure as quickly as possible.