Harry Potter and the Order Of the Phoenix [164]
The fireball hit it right in its chest and knocked it backwards. It looked extremely surprised, and roared when its back hit the ground, causing a small earthquake.
“Come on Woodworm! Slash him up!” yelled Harry. Just like Harry had trained it to do, Woodworm gave him a thumbs up, and did as he was told. He squatted down, and then jumped high into the air, landing right on Crabbe’s dragon. He put his legs across Crabbe’s dragon’s stomach, it took one long arm, and pushed Crabbe’s dragon’s head down to the ground, and started slashing with its other free arm. Crabbe’s dragon was howling more and more with every slash. It tried in vain to push Woodworm off, but the more it pushed, the more it got slashed. Eventually, it just gave up.
“Stop th’ fight!” yelled Hagrid. These words seemed to have a magically effect on the dragons as they both froze in the positions they were in, and the black holes appeared back in the ground below them. The dragons simply disappeared. “’Arry Potter is th’ winner!” Harry smiled, and ran back to his seat, amid much cheering from the tired crowd.
“So far so good,” he said to Ron and Hermione.
“Man, Harry,” said Ron, “you slaughtered Crabbe’s dragon! He didn’t even put up a fight compared to yours!”
“Well, I guess I trained mine well,” said Harry. “Either that, or Crabbe just did a really terrible job with his.”
“Shh!” said Hermione. “Hagrid’s announcing the next pair!”
“-nex’ duel is… Miss. Pansy Parkinson and Miss. Hermione Granger!”
Hermione skipped to the red box, same as Harry, trying to look happy. However, she looked quite nervous, not being used to performing in front of a very large audience like Harry and Ron were, from playing Quidditch. Pansy Parkinson, a Slytherin girl, looked right at home up in her blue box.
Once again, the dragons rose out from the ground from below. Hermione’s Transylvanian Three-Headed Terror looked even more ferocious than Woodworm did. All three of its heads were nothing more than some space for its massive teeth to take up. Its body was a dark green, and the silvery spikes protruding from every inch of its hide made it look even more devastating. The things that really made this dragon special, though, was its tail. The tail, at first glance, looked like the most harmless part of the dragon’s body, unless you looked at the tip. It was a small hole that had several small spikes surrounding it. It wasn’t the spikes that was intimidating, thought, it was the acid pouring out of the hole. It constantly bubbled out, like some sort of horrible fountain. Since the dragon’s hide was so thick and strong, it didn’t hurt itself, but the acid would sear a hole right though anything else.
Pansy’s little Mexican Muncher looked like some sort of pathetic joke next to Hermione’s terror. It was about one fourth of Hermione’s dragon’s size (due to Pansy’s poor care), and it was a light brown. All of its claws were dull, and it only had two small teeth that looked chipped. All in all, it didn’t stand a chance.
“Use your acid, Sacrenfer!” yelled Hermione. She, like Harry and Ron did, named her dragon as well, to make commands easier. Sacrenfer immediately spun around, and shot its tail into the air. A fountain of bubbling green acid came pouring out of the tip. It flew through the air at a high speed, and landed right on Pansy’s dragon. Her dragon let out a loud roar as white smoke started forming where the acid had hit its skin. The hide of her dragon was beginning to bubble from the acid’s reaction as well.
“Um… do… something?” said Pansy, looking quite bewildered. Her dragon gave her one quick, confused look, and then collapsed to the ground, smoke still pouring off of its skin.
“Hermione’s the winna’!” yelled Hagrid. There was a lot of applause as people woke up from “resting their eyes” on the bleachers. Harry and Ron, however, didn’t stop clapping until Hermione had returned to her seat next to them.
“Why are you applauding so much?” she asked. “That battle