Chapter 591: Red Flame

Ivan didn't know what to say; he never thought Ron would have such bad luck!

The character of this Chinese Fireball was too docile. He would just stick to his eggs and not move. Ron's bullying didn't work at all.

If it had been the Hungarian Horntail and Ron had dared to be so provocative, it would have flown fiercely at him.

But the Chinese Fireball was not that kind of aggressive dragon, and this one seemed to be remarkably mild-mannered. Now that he couldn't touch Ron, and that Ron's magic didn't work on him, he just lay down to guard his eggs, not caring that Ron was flying in the sky.

Since he was a nasty fly, let him fly. That was probably what he thought.

In drawing up the operational plan, they tried to overestimate the dragon's power as much as possible, fearing accidents. They did not expect this kind of situation at all.

"No, this big one's temper is so good that the plan didn't work!" said Hermione anxiously.

"Ron's magic power is too weak to get through the dragon's defense," Ivan said, "This dragon won't care about him."

"What should we do now?" Harry asked anxiously, the situation was not very good.

Ron had now spent more time than Krum and Fleur combined, and it was likely that the judges would finish the task at any moment.

If so, Ron, who hadn't gotten the egg, would get a very low score.

If it was Ivan, he would jump off the broom and attack from the ground.

Anyway, with the help of the fire protection potion, the fire from the fireball had no effect, and he would suffer no losses in the head-on confrontation.

But Ron found it very difficult to do so. He didn't want to give up his advantage and come down from the safe Firebolt.

He didn't have the courage to take that step, and he couldn't face the dragon like Krum.

In his opinion, that was no different than going to his own death.

He tightened his grip on the broom again, a little closer to the dragon, and continued to use magic to provoke it.

The red light from the spell landed on the Chinese Fireball and was bounced off as if it was just tickling him.

He seemed determined that if Ron didn't get off the broom, he wouldn't even care about him. He was no longer shooting fire at Ron.

Even the fire he had been throwing at Ron was gone.

Ron flew anxiously around the dragon for a few laps, unable to find a suitable offensive opportunity.

The only magic that could now hurt the dragon was the Conjunctivitis Curse, but the Chinese Fireball was hiding its head under its wings....

As time went on, the audience began to talk again.

The shouting, screaming, and cheering brought on by the sudden appearance of the Fire-Eye gradually ceased, and the match gradually entered boring garbage time.

The Slytherins collectively shouted for Ron to get off the broom.

Ron gritted his teeth, it wasn't good to go on like this. He suddenly remembered the Bloodlust spell Krum had told him about.

When he got back to the tent, he couldn't help but ask Krum, who told him that this simple magic was very effective against dragons, but couldn't be used easily.

Ron didn't know why he couldn't use it. Before Krum could explain, he was called by Bagman to compete.

The current situation was bad, and Ron had no other way.

The battle plan Ivan and Hermione had made for him wasn't working, and Ron's head was in disarray.

He couldn't think of any new way, and he couldn't run to them and ask them what to do.

There was only this one way, Ron made a decision.

He controlled the broom and flew back towards the Chinese Fireball.

"It's no use, Ron," Harry shouted, running towards the stands, "Get off the broom!".

Ivan had just voiced his thoughts, and Harry was anxious to tell Ron.

"I wish he'd get off sooner. He's wasting his time, his magic..." said Hermione sighing.

"Wait, this spell seems a bit bad!" said Ivan suddenly, standing up.

He had a bad feeling. He saw Ron sitting on the broom waving his wand wildly.

They were very close, and he could clearly see a dark green light coming from the end of Ron's wand and shooting out towards the dragon.

Ron waved his wand. The moment the magic formed, he felt his soul pour into the wand.

He shook his head, feeling dizzy, and exhausted all his magic.

Ron saw only a dark green light forming at the end of his wand, a magical light he had never seen before.

"Damn, that magic!" Ivan immediately realized the spell Ron was using.

He had just discussed this spell with Caresius the day before yesterday. This dark bloodlust spell could irritate the dragon and drive him mad.

As he had just talked about him, Ivan was very impressed with him.

The Bloodlust Curse is not a harmful spell and would not be defended by dragon skin.

Besides, dragons are fierce by nature, very vulnerable to the Bloodlust Curse.

Ivan did not know how Ron had learned this magic. Ivan was opposed to his use of this spell.

The Curse of Bloodlust was a restricted black magic. It was too dangerous and it was easy for things to get out of control.

As soon as Ivan pulled out his wand, he heard Harry shout, "Look, Ron has succeeded. The dragon has responded."

As soon as he lowered his voice, the dragon craned its neck and let out a horrible roar that echoed throughout the audience.

Its furious eyes turned completely blood red and glared at Ron fiercely.

It spread its huge scarlet scaly wings, as wide as those of a small airplane, and the Chinese Fireball shot out of the ground towards Ron.

"It worked!" Ron was ecstatic.

He rushed up at full speed with the Fireball and soon left the dragon behind.

As he continued to climb, he didn't see that the dragon behind him wasn't following him.

Ron was not his only target. Under the stimulus of black magic, the dragon completely lost its mind, having only the nature of brutality and slaughter. Now he was furious, and since he had not encountered Ron, he ran straight into the nearest audience.

He had only one idea: burn those pesky critters to death!

Ivan was there; it was all too fast, and the young wizards in the audience were still clapping and shouting.

But in the blink of an eye, they saw the horrible giant suddenly appear in front of them.

To their ears came the strong winds caused by the fluttering of its wings, and its great shadow enveloped them completely.

The young wizards stared in amazement at the Chinese Fireball that suddenly appeared before them, the fierce and terrible mouth with sharp fangs and the strange fringe of golden spikes around its lion-like face. And from its mouth came a red flame of white gas that glowed like magma.

The Chinese fireball spread its wings in front of the audience, and the deep red flame was about to burst from its thin nostrils.

The flame merged with the scales on its body to form a dazzling red lotus.