A Girl's Tears

"It's a pity..." Mr. Bagman shook his head. "It seems that Mr. Hart has failed."

"Woo-" I heard a long roar from the Ukrainian Ironbelly.

"Wait, what's going on... the Ironbelly... its condition seems a bit wrong..."

...

Jon struggled to crawl out of the pile of rocks, almost completely unconscious in his right hand, and at the same time, there was a faint pain in his left leg.

The Iron Armor curse blocked the impact of the stones, but it could not prevent the violent impact from "smashing" itself to the ground.

It seems that the injury is not light this time...

Jon stood up tremblingly and looked forward.

"Woo...oo..." The Ukrainian Ironbelly had fallen to the ground, groaning slightly in pain. Its legs seemed to have lost all strength and could no longer move a step.

The dragon's eyes turned blood red, and it stared at Jon angrily; if its gaze also had the same effect as the Basilisk, then Jon must die on the spot.

But it does not have this ability.

Jon limped towards the dragon's "lair," completely ignoring the howling of the fire dragon behind him; just a few hundred yards away, he walked for several minutes... Finally, he picked up the golden egg, then lifted it high with his left hand.

"Oh!" Only a loud cheer from the stands was heard.

...

"He succeeded!" Bagman exclaimed excitedly. "He got the golden egg... How did he do it... Why did the fire dragon fall by himself?"

Professor Sprout and Madam Pomfrey hurried to the arena, and they carried Jon onto a stretcher.

Charlie Weasley also led the dragon trainers to rush over, calm the Ironbelly's anger, and take him back to the Forbidden Forest.

On the rostrum, Mrs. Maxime and Professor Karkaroff had awkward expressions, and most of the other teachers were also surprised.

"Dumbledore, what is going on?" Professor Flitwick walked out of the dinner plate a little awkwardly and asked curiously.

"Because the Devil's Snare is the only thing that entangles that Ironbelly!" Albus Dumbledore said lazily while peeling a blueberry with his hands.

Several teachers on the podium hurriedly stood up and carefully observed the fire dragon that had not been carried out of the arena by the dragon trainers.

Obviously, in addition to the remaining Devil's Snare on the thighs of the Ironbelly, there is also a vine full of spikes. Many spikes have penetrated the dragon's body from the gap between the dragon scales.

"Oh, a genius idea!" Professor Flitwick shouted in shock. "It's Ghost vines... , with the Devil's snare, paralyzed the dragon..."

Ghost vines are a kind of strong paralytic herb. Their spikes can easily pierce very heavy leather and scales; but their toughness is very poor and can be easily torn off... but used with the Devil's Snare, it can effectively avoid this weakness.

"Pomona will be very happy; she has accepted a good student..." Professor Flitwick seemed to say to himself. "What's the matter, Dumbledore?"

"Felius, I will trouble you to talk to Hagrid later..." Dumbledore said unhurriedly. "This blueberry tastes great. He can consider planting a little next to the Forbidden Forest."

"What...oh, yes, Professor Dumbledore!"

...

Jon lies on a stretcher, letting Madam Pomfrey and Professor Sprout send him to the school hospital.

"Damn Trelawney..." Jon murmured silently in his heart.

"Jon, it is wonderful!" Professor Sprout praised with tears. "You successfully defeated the fiercest Ironbelly..."

"Fire dragon?" Madam Pomfrey shouted with a bored expression. "It was a Basilisk the year before, a Dementor last year, and a fire dragon this year. What else will they bring into this school... Is a talking toad?"

While talking, she waved her wand and fixed Jon's arm in plaster. "It doesn't matter, my dear, your injury is not serious... It's just that two bones are broken. I can heal it easily, but fortunately, stay in the hospital for one night."

As he was lifted off the Quidditch pitch, a group of Hufflepuff students surrounded him.

"Jon, you did a great job!" Zacharys-Smith shouted excitedly.

"You scared me to death... when you were hit by the dragon!" Hannah-Abbott touched her chest.

"Good job!" Cedric Diggory walked over and took Jon's hand.

"Thank you..." Jon struggled to get up.

"Lie down and don't move!" Madam Pomfrey made a fuss. "He is a patient; he needs rest... You all get out for me!"

She stretched out her magic wand; sparks scattered around, and the Hufflepuff students backed away.

...

Mrs. Pomfrey washed Jon's right hand and left leg with a hot, unpleasant orange liquid, and then she stabbed it vigorously with a magic wand... Jon felt itchy instantly.

"Don't scratch with your hands!" Madam Pomfrey warned. "One night's sleep will be all right!"

Jon nodded solemnly.

He should be the "heaviest" injured among the four warriors; for the rest, Krum was not injured, Fleur was only burned off his skirt, and Harry was only swept to the shoulder by Hungarian Horntail's tail...

"Go away!" Madam Pomfrey walked outside the ward and roared. "The patient needs rest."

"Madam..." A familiar, weak voice came from outside the door. "Please, can I go in and see Jon..."

"It's you, child..." Madam Pomfrey's tone eased a little. "Forget it, you go in... remember to come out immediately."

Jon only felt that a figure walked into the ward quietly... She closed the door quietly, and then walked to Jon's bed.

Jon turned his head...

Astoria stood there in a little panic, tears rolling in her eyes.

"I'm fine..." Jon said softly, "Nothing!"

"Sorry... Jon, it's all my fault..." Astoria lay on the hospital bed while tearing. "I should personally tell you that the content of the first task is Fire Dragon... I shouldn't play tricks, let Madeleine go and tell you, but she didn't find you... I'm sorry Jon, I don't know that a fire dragon is so terrible... When I saw you got hit by its tail, A big part of me is almost falling apart..."

"It's okay...really okay..." Jon touched her cheek with his left hand.

"It's time to leave, girl!" Madam Pomfrey's voice came from outside the door untimely.

Astoria seems to have made up his mind.

She looked straight into Jon's eyes and bent down...

gently kissed his cheek!

"Get well soon!" Astoria dropped a word, then blushed and ran away.

Jon only felt his face wet.