bacchusnovels Chapter 476 Afei's Autobiography
Chapter 476 Afei's Autobiography
Chapter 476 Afei's Autobiography
Fifteen minutes later, Sean finally returned.
Hermione had a feeling that something was off about Professor Phillips when he came back from the bathroom.
She couldn't quite put her finger on what was wrong, but she sensed a subtle change.
Professor Phillips seemed to have changed; he had become much colder and no longer took her hand. Even his gaze towards her was somewhat indifferent and distant.
Apart from these, nothing else seems to be significantly different.
However, in this tense and exciting three-way battle, that strange feeling was gradually replaced by the intense atmosphere of the competition.
To be honest, Sean couldn't help but think that this three-way battle seemed somewhat similar to the Colosseum in ancient Rome.
In essence, what's the difference?
Of course, he wasn't in the audience at that moment; instead, he was saying, "Selena, it's almost your turn. Are you nervous?"
Looking at Eileen beside him, Sean smiled calmly.
"Of course I'm nervous, Eileen."
As the words fell, the noise outside grew louder, and as Lee Jordan's voice rang out, the atmosphere instantly reached its climax.
A burst of enthusiastic cheers erupted from the audience, deafening and almost making the air vibrate.
"Let's welcome the next warrior, from Durmstrang."
Lee Jordan's voice was passionate and loud, almost breaking through the sound system's limits. Then, excited screams and applause surged in like a tide, lasting for a long time.
Sean appeared at the entrance of the venue, and the moment he stood still, he felt countless eyes focused on him.
The air seemed to freeze, and the surrounding noise became somewhat distant, with only the sound of my heartbeat echoing in my chest.
In fact, before last night, Sean had never imagined that there would be referee substitution, let alone that he would be involved in it.
However, what happened last night made him stay up late last night.
The night was dark and the wind was high.
After Cho Chang left, Sean sat at his desk in the office, the light dim, his pen moving quickly across the paper.
"The conflict between Muggle culture and the magical world, and how to explain their technological development through magic—"
What I'm writing now is the lesson plan for next week's Muggle Studies class.
Admittedly, making such a lesson both in-depth and engaging is a difficult task.
The more difficult thing is how to make students understand the complexity of the Muggle world and how to make them interested in this seemingly ordinary world. That is the key.
For Professor Phillips, who uses "excellence" as a self-motivating label, this is simply his duty.
After a long period of lesson preparation, Sean stood up and stretched.
"Preparations are almost complete. Next week's classes should be quite interesting."
Just then, there was a knock on the door.
Boom, boom.
Sean frowned, not expecting to be disturbed at this time.
He went over and opened the door.
Standing at the door was someone he never expected—Selena.
"Professor Phillips, may I speak with you?"
Sean paused for a moment, then nodded, gesturing for her to come in.
Selena walked into the office, gently closed the door, stood in front of the desk, glanced at the lesson plans on the desk, and smiled.
"The conflict between Muggle culture and the magical world sounds like an interesting topic."
Sean raised an eyebrow, signaling her to continue.
"Professor Phillips, in the Triwizard Tournament, I don't want to waste my energy challenging such a stupid dragon. Rather than wasting my energy on that dragon, I'd rather focus it on certain people."
Before she finished speaking, she gently placed her hands on the table, leaned forward slightly, and moved closer to Sean.
"Miss Selena Sean was about to say something righteously when he was interrupted by Selena."
"Professor, please answer slowly." Selena smiled, casually unbuttoning her coat with one hand while slowly pulling it off with the other, revealing a fitted black shirt underneath. "I just want to discuss a deal."
As her voice faded into the distance with a graceful movement—the last button was undone—
Her fair skin was faintly visible through the gaps, exuding a delicate fragrance.
Sean's gaze involuntarily drifted over Selena.
The fitted black shirt clung to her shapely curves, outlining her perfect silhouette. The neckline was slightly open, revealing a patch of snow-white skin and a hint of cleavage.
Her waist was so slender it could be encircled by a single hand, yet it blossomed perfectly at her hips, and her legs, beneath the bodycon pants, were long and straight.
The lust that Qiu Zhang had just ignited instantly reignited.
. .
Hearing the deafening noise around him, Afei felt a pain in his eardrums.
Afei is a name, not a breed.
No thinking animal wants to be called a "species" (Peruvian venomous fanged dragon).
This feeling is similar to how people don't like being directly addressed as "person".
Therefore, Afei likes his name very much; this is the third name he has given himself.
For humans, a name is the beginning of self-identity, and only an individual can decide on it.
For a dragon, a name is just a name.
Changing your name doesn't mean abandoning the old past, nor does it mean welcoming a new beginning; it simply means that you're a little tired of the old name.
At this moment, Afei's attention was entirely focused on the little girl in front of him—the girl with skin as white as snow.
It instinctively remained alert.
After all, very few little creatures would voluntarily venture into its territory alone.
Moreover, they were so relaxed.
This inevitably reminded it of another little one.
Yesterday afternoon, a tiny creature suddenly appeared beside them.
It watched as that little guy brutally beat up its fellow Fireball brother, who had also been captured, in the arena. It really hurt.
Some pains, even if you haven't experienced them yourself, can still be felt when you see them.
This is the kind of pain it's trying to express.
But then again, this little one has such a beautiful and radiant smile.
Why is she laughing?
Afei didn't think much about this problem.
But by the time it realized it, it was too late.
"According to the information provided by Principal Karkarov, Miss Selena has always been one of Durmstrang's top students, second only to Krum. In the past few years, she has consistently performed exceptionally well in various training programs. And now..."
"She will be facing that deadly Peruvian venomous dragon!"
(PS: Ah Fei doesn't understand the wizard's language, otherwise he would definitely have retorted that his name is Ah Fei)
As Lee Jordan's voice faded, the audience erupted in cheers, everyone watching Selena with curiosity, eager to see what she would do.
Selena slowly raised her head, her gaze fixed on the enormous dragon in the distance.
Unlike the fireball, and unlike the Swedish short-nosed dragon, the Peruvian venomous fang dragon is more terrifying.
It's not its high-arched back or its massive body.
It is not its body covered with hard scales.
It's its mouth.
His mouth was unusually large, and his teeth were as sharp as steel, with the edges of each tooth like serrations.
Those sharp teeth made it clear at a glance that this dragon was no benevolent creature.
"The venom of this Peruvian fanged dragon is one of its deadliest weapons," Lee Jordan explained in his commentary. "Once hit by its venom, it not only causes skin ulceration but also quickly paralyzes the target, leaving almost no chance of survival. Moreover, it is extremely fast, and even the most powerful wizards would find it difficult to dodge its attacks."
The dragon let out a low roar, a deafening sound that echoed throughout the area. The audience below the stage couldn't help but tremble, but Selena remained focused on it, her face calm and resolute.
"Can Selena handle it?" Lee Jordan asked uncertainly. "The strength and agility of the Peruvian venomous dinosaur far exceed those of ordinary dinosaurs. They are cunning, ferocious, and extremely intelligent, able to identify threats and take action in a very short time. Selena is facing an extremely severe challenge this time!"
Just then, Sean made the first move.
With a wave of his wand, the rocks on the ground instantly began to crack, forming a huge protective barrier that separated him from the Peruvian venomous dragon.
The dragon's eyes grew even fiercer, enraged by this sudden obstacle. Its massive tail slammed into the rocky barrier, creating a thunderous roar.
"Wow! Selena is truly remarkable!" Lee Jordan exclaimed. "She immediately used a Transfiguration Charm, not only blocking the dragon's attack but also buying herself time with this barrier. A clever strategy!"
"That was a brilliant move!" Ron exclaimed excitedly, slapping his thigh in the stands. "Selena is truly extraordinary!"
Hermione, standing to the side, looked at Professor Phillips with a puzzled expression.
Ever since Selena started, the professor has been behaving very strangely.
He seems a little nervous?
However, something unexpected happened suddenly: the dragon's reaction became extremely abnormal.
It stopped attacking, as if it sensed the disappearance of some kind of threat, or a kind of unknown fear.
Its massive body trembled slightly, as if struggling between reason and instinct.
Lee Jordan's commentary paused for a few moments, and the atmosphere in the audience suddenly became heavy.
This is the second time such a strange thing has happened on this field.
"Wait, what happened?" Lee Jordan frowned. "The dragon—it's stopped attacking? How is that possible?!"
However, what is most shocking and puzzling is the dragon's behavior.
The ferocity in its eyes had vanished, replaced by an expression of confusion and fear.
Then, it slowly lay down, its huge body almost completely curled up into a ball, looking like a ferocious beast that no longer wanted to contact anyone.
What...what on earth happened?!
Such doubts exist in everyone's mind.
Besides yes, Ah Fei had already recognized the little guy in front of him.
Although he looked completely different from yesterday, the smell on him was the same.
If it understood human language and logic, it would probably only have one thought in its mind:
Entrapment by law enforcement.
What else could it be besides "entrapment"?
Just thinking about the horrific state of the fireball dragon yesterday made Afei's body tremble uncontrollably.
There are also differences between dragons.
It lives by poison, and even the thick-skinned Fireball Dragon can't withstand a few hits from this little guy, so how could it possibly beat him? As the saying goes, even dragons have self-awareness, and that's exactly the point.
Sean looked at the unusually timid dragon and felt somewhat helpless. "Shouldn't this be considered a win?"
Harry listened to the sounds outside from inside the tent.
For some reason, the calls from outside haven't stopped for the past three minutes.
What did that girl from Durmstrang do to make the applause last for a full three minutes?
This is something unimaginable.
There's one more person; it'll be his turn soon.
Harry prayed softly.
When he opened his eyes again, he was already standing in the field.
Everything went as he expected.
He raised his wand.
"Fire bolts coming!" he shouted.
He held his breath, waiting, every cell in his body praying and anticipating.
If this move failed, if the fire bolts didn't arrive—he looked around, and it seemed as if a shimmering barrier separated him from the view; the arena and the hundreds of faces around him were shrouded in smoke, blurry and floating—
Suddenly, he heard a whooshing sound, and something swiftly passed through the air behind him.
Harry turned around and saw the fire bolts circling the edge of the Forbidden Forest and flying rapidly toward him.
It crossed the field, abruptly stopping mid-air beside him, waiting for him to step onto it. The crowd grew louder, Bagman was shouting something—but at this moment, Harry's ears no longer cared—it wasn't about listening, it was about acting—
He lifted his leg, straddled the flying broom, pushed off the ground, and soared into the air.
In less than a second, a miracle occurred—as he rapidly spiraled upwards, the wind howled through his hair, and the faces of the audience below turned as small as pinpricks.
When the Romanian dinosaur shrunk to the size of a dog, Harry suddenly realized: he had abandoned not only the ground, but also the deep-seated fear—he had returned to a place he knew well—
This is just another Quidditch match—
He looked down at the nest of eggs and recognized the glittering golden eggs, which lay peacefully between the dragon's forelegs, along with their gray-colored companions.
"Alright," Harry whispered to himself, "a diversionary tactic—let's do it—"
He swooped down.
The head of the Romanian horned dinosaur followed his movements closely.
Harry knew what it was going to do, so it stopped its dive in time and leaped up.
A burst of flame shot out, and if he hadn't dodged it, he would have been hit squarely. But Harry didn't care—
That was just dodging a wandering ball—
"Harry Potter, flying so fast, like a ghost! Look at him, completely immersed in the race, flying so lightly! That's Gryffindor speed!"
Lee Jordan's passionate voice echoed in the air, to the point that it was somewhat unsettling.
"Just a blink of an eye, and Harry will be able to... Wow! Look! Harry has stopped, and the Romanian horned dragon's eyes are fixed on him like a hawk's! It's preparing for another attack—but Harry? He's ready!"
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