Chapter 590: A Tame Fireball

The International Confederation of Wizards and the Department of Magical Games and Sports of the Ministry of Magic had clear rules on the types of drugs prohibited in competitive sports.

There were many types of potions, including the Strength Potion, a lot of potions that supplemented one's magical power, as well as various types of solutions to improve physique, strength and responsiveness, and all kinds of potions that were not suitable for use in competitions, as they could easily break the balance between the contestants.

However, the fire protection potion used by Ron was not on the list. In fact, it was too unpopular.

It was Ivan's special configuration for the Chinese Fireball flame and it was simply impossible for it to appear on the list of banned drugs.

Dragon fighting was not a common sport, let alone a rare Chinese Fireball Flame in Europe.

Ivan had previously checked the relevant information, so he could safely deliver this flame protection potion to Ron.

Although Bagman had explained that Ron's use of potions did not violate the rules, it was clear that the public did not recognize it.

The disgruntled comments were getting louder and louder and the entire grandstand was in chaos.

Amidst the flurry of questions from the young wizards, the terrible roar of the dragon was heard, which increased the pressure on Ron.

Under the influence of the potion, he had a cold sensation all over his body.

Although the noisy voices around him affected his concentration, he gradually regained his courage and was no longer as frightened and nervous as before.

Courage was what Ron lacked most, and what he needed most.

After calming down, he tried the Summoning Spell.

This time, he could hear it clearly, coming through the air at full speed behind him. Ron hurriedly turned around and saw the Fire-Edge hurtling towards him over the edge of the forest, soaring towards the enclosure and stopping in mid-air next to him, waiting for him to mount it.

"It worked, Ron did it!" shouted Harry gleefully, standing up cheering and shouting.

"Come on, Ron!" shouted Hermione at the top of her lungs and cheered Ron on.

The entire audience was shocked to see the Fire Saeta flying into the venue, not knowing what was going on.

Why had a broom flown in and how had it done it?

It seemed very mystical to the vast majority of the young wizards - they hadn't thought of Accio yet!

Ron managed to cast a spell to summon the Fire arrow. He didn't seem as nervous as before.

Ivan knew that Ron could still perform well as long as he had enough courage.

For a long time, Ron's biggest problem had been his low self-esteem and lack of self-confidence.

It had something to do with the environment he had grown up in. Compared to the Weasley family and other people, like Ivan, Harry and Hermione, Ron had always been dwarfed. He was never that outstanding, didn't have enough courage, didn't have any extraordinary talents, and even failed where others succeeded all too often.

He didn't have the ability to do things as exceptional as others, and even if he did, he would only be repeating the feats that had already been done by others around him. No one would be surprised by this, but would think it would be second nature.

Ron was nothing more than an ordinary person compared to the talented wizards he often came into contact with.

If Ron wanted to overcome his inner fear, he needed more opportunities to take the lead and be the protagonist of his own journeys.

This tournament was a good start. Although it was unclear why Barty Crouch Jr. had made Ron champion, Ivan sincerely hoped that he could use the opportunity to grow.

After the broom appeared, the crowd grew even louder and Bagman shouted something.

But Ron's ears were no longer working properly, and listening wasn't important....

He swung his leg over the broom and took off from the ground.

As he soared, as the wind rushed through his hair, as the faces of the crowd became mere flesh-colored pinpricks below, and the Chinese Fireball shrank to the size of a dog, he realized that he had left behind not only the ground, but also all his fear.

He was becoming more and more sure of himself, as if he had regained the feeling that he had just become a champion.

No matter what he faced, he was no longer afraid. He was not afraid.

As ridiculous as his previous performance had been, at this moment he was a true champion, living up to his role.

He flew over the enclosure and flew directly towards the Chinese Fireball on the other side.

His eyes met those of the dragon. He looked at the clutch of eggs and spotted the golden one, which was glowing in front of its conspecifics and was safely between the dragon's forelegs.

Ron dove in and the dragon's head followed.

Out came a huge ball of fire and Ron hurriedly spun through the sky. He was too close and the flame splashed him, leaving a big hole in his clothes. But it was soon extinguished and did Ron no harm. Ivan's flame protection potion was working.

At that moment, Ron was more confident of his victory over the dragon beneath him.

Ron was flying better and better, flying better than ever, no longer being touched by the fireballs.

Among the people Ivan knew, Ron's flying ability was second only to Harry, Fred and George, far superior to other wizards.

As long as he showed his true level, he could defeat the Chinese Fireball below him.

"My God, it's a Fireball. It's a world-class broom. Mr. Weasley is flying beautifully," Bagman shouted excitedly. "What a wonderful performance - are you watching this, Mr. Krum? It's flying!"

Ron soared higher and higher as he dodged the flames and continued to taunt the dragon.

But the Chinese Fireball didn't seem to want to take off; it was too protective of its eggs.

Although it kept shooting huge fireballs, folding and unfolding its wings and keeping its fearsome eyes on Ron, it was afraid to get too far away from them.

Dragon eggs are bright crimson mottled with gold and have a hard texture.

The Fireball dragon eggshell is very popular in Chinese sorcery. It is prized and widely used.

Ron knew he had to keep the Chinese Fireball away, or he would never get near the eggs.

He also remembered what Ivan had told him to do in such a situation. He kept waving his wand and using magic: Desmaius, the Conjunctivitis Curse, and powerful curses on the dragon, and posed enough threats to make sure it flew to follow him.

Ron began to fly, first to one side and then the other, without getting close enough to make it breathe fire to stop him. The dragon's head came up with him, his neck now stretched to the max, swaying left and right, like a snake dancing in front of the snake charmer....

Ron was like a fly to him, a fly he was eager to swat.

But as provocative as Ron was, the Chinese Fireball had no intention of flying.

His head followed Ron for a while, and he seemed to be a bit tired, and in fact went down.

Hiding his head and eggs under his wings, he ignored Ron overhead.