Triump over the Ukarainian Ironbelly

"Flying backpack!" Jon Hart raised his wand.

He eliminated all distractions and focused completely.

In the Hufflepuff stands, a black backpack flew towards the arena, landing heavily in front of Jon. Several herb bags spilled out from it.

Meanwhile, the Ukrainian Ironbelly, focused on the hedgehog formed from the transfigured stone, failed to notice anything flying in or make any attempt to stop it.

As Jon witnessed the Ironbelly crush the "hedgehog" with its foot, reducing it to rubble, the dragon's gaze shifted towards Jon, its vicious red eyes locking onto him.

"Hey, big guy!" Jon waved his wand and taunted the dragon.

"Roar!" The Ukrainian Ironbelly let out an angry roar.

Enraged, the Ironbelly's body emitted a reddish glow.

...

"What is Mr. Hart doing?" Mr. Bagman cried out in surprise. "Did he just use a one-stroke petrification spell on the Ukrainian Ironbelly?"

"...Yes, it won't have any effect. Fire dragons are not mere oversized lizards. Their thick scales can repel almost all spells and resist the most dangerous dark magic... especially the Ukrainian Ironbelly, the strongest among them. Ordinary spells can hardly harm it..."

"...There's no doubt Mr. Hart will pay for his mistakes. He has completely angered this Ukrainian Ironbelly..."

...

Indeed, Jon had completely infuriated the Ukrainian Ironbelly.

The dragon chose to abandon its lair and eggs... It charged towards Jon; with each heavy step it took, the earth trembled.

"Addiasi!" Jon calmly pointed his wand at the herbal bags scattered on the ground.

The herbal bags shot towards the dragon's body like bullets...

"Diffdo...tore...tore...totto..." Jon softly chanted, precisely targeting each herbal bag.

Upon impact, the herbal bags burst open one by one, releasing spores and seeds that clung to the dragon's hind legs.

"Allotr!" Jon whispered, waving his wand once more.

At his command, countless vines rapidly sprouted around the dragon's legs and began to spread.

"Woo..." The Ukrainian Ironbelly emitted a pained growl.

As it reached the center of the field, it finally came to a halt...

It had to break free from these resilient and ferocious vines before it could move on!

...

"It's the Devil's Snare!" Professor Sprout exclaimed in surprise, a joyful expression on her face. "He's using Devil's Snare!"

"A very innovative idea!" Mrs. Maxime nodded thoughtfully and commented.

"Huh..." Karkaroff snorted dismissively.

Albus Dumbledore took a sip of his rum, observing the Ukrainian Ironbelly entangled in vines with keen interest, his feet casually resting on the rostrum.

In the Hufflepuff, Gryffindor, and Ravenclaw stands, cheers erupted. Even sporadic cheers could be heard from the Slytherin section.

"Well done, Jon... Keep it up!" Zacharias Smith's voice rang out, undoubtedly the loudest.

"Astoria, he succeeded!" Daphne Greengrass patted her sister on the shoulder, excitement in her voice. "He did it!"

Astoria raised her head from her sister's embrace, momentarily relieved as she gazed at the dragon enveloped in vines.

But her smile was short-lived...

"No..." Astoria softly exclaimed, her face filled with despair.

...

"Excellent work!" Ludo Bagman exclaimed excitedly. "What kind of magic is this?"

He turned to the rostrum, only to hear Professor Sprout calling it "Devil's Snare."

"Yes, it's Devil's Snare!" Mr. Bagman praised. "Mr. Hart truly deserves to be a Hufflepuff champion. He knows how to utilize these dangerous plants... even against a formidable Ukrainian Ironbelly dragon. He has complete control..."

"...Oh, wait!" Bagman's tone suddenly changed. "Something's not right..."

Several distinct snapping sounds echoed through the air.

"No... the Devil's Snare has been freed by this damned Ironbelly!" Bagman cried out. "It broke free from the restraints... This is bad!"

Almost everyone tensed their nerves, their eyes fixed on the arena, except for Albus Dumbledore, who sipped on his rum, still lost in thought.

The Ukrainian Ironbelly's agonized roar reverberated across the campus.

"Eye Curse... Mr. Hart used the Eye Curse..." Bagman's commentary grew tense. "He accurately hit the Ukrainian Ironbelly's eyes. It's as effective as Mr. Krum's method. What..."

"Oh... the Ironbelly's tail... damn... it's dangerous!"

...

After breaking free from the Devil's Snare, Jon raised his wand and aimed at the dragon's head.

Several Eye-Sickness Curses were cast in quick succession, hitting the dragon's eyes with precision... It was a spell he had diligently studied when he first encountered magic, so using it came naturally to him.

As the Ukrainian Ironbelly howled in pain, Jon took advantage of the moment and swiftly moved to the other side...

He had to buy himself some more time!

Although the Ukrainian Ironbelly's eyes were severely wounded, its gray-white tail swung towards him.

A massive boulder, as tall as a person, hurtled toward Jon with incredible force...

Without hesitation, Jon raised his wand and shouted, "Protego!"

The spell shielded his body, but he still felt the impact as he was slammed onto the ground.

...

"Can Mr. Hart continue the fight..." Ludo Bagman expressed regret. "His performance has been extraordinary, but unfortunately, the Ukrainian Ironbelly is undoubtedly the most powerful among the four dragons..."

Many girls couldn't bear to watch, covering their eyes in fear.

Professor Flitwick suddenly leaped onto his chair, then onto the table...

As he raised his wand, a dry hand gently grasped his arm.

"Wait a little longer, Filius!" Headmaster Albus Dumbledore said resolutely.