Harry Potter and the Order Of the Phoenix [168]
“Tci gets it even though he hasn’t even fought yet?” said Harry, amazed.
“I guess so, he just must be very lucky. But, enough talk. The match is starting!” Harry immediately turned his attention to the arena, where the two dragons were rushing at each other. They were almost the same size, but Malfoy’s appeared to be slightly larger. This would not be much of an advantage, though, the dragons were so huge already that a few extra inches wouldn’t really matter.
“Just do what you did before Sacrenfer!” yelled Hermione. On command, Sacrenfer put the two heads on the left and right sides down so that they were parallel to the ground, ready to wrap around the opponent. The middle head reared back, powering up a fireball.
“Do it now, Tresmal!” yelled Malfoy. Evidently, he had named his dragon as well. When the words left his mouth, Tresmal immediately stopped right where it was, spun around, so its back was towards Sacrenfer, and exposed all of its deadly spikes. Sacrenfer was going to run right into them.
“No! Stop!” yelled Hermione. But, it was too late. Malfoy had timed it just right, and Sacrenfer ran right into the spiky bed that was Tresmal’s back. Each of its three heads let out a giant roar of pain that echoed throughout the entire grounds of Hogwarts and probably all the way into the castle. Sacrenfer had been defeated. Its heads drooped down towards the ground, and its eyes closed.
“I… lost…” said Hermione, who had fallen onto her knees in the box. Tresmal was now shaking its back, trying to get Sacrenfer’s body off. With one massive spasm, Sacrenfer’s body came flying off, and landed right in front of Hermione’s box. She looked at it, burst into tears, and ran away. The two dragons were brought underground, and Malfoy returned to his seat, singing and whistling.
“What’s her problem?” asked Ron, pointing at Hermione who was now almost all the way back to the castle. “She knew she was going to get the O.W.L. anyway.”
“You know how much she likes to be the best at things, Ron,” said Harry. “And losing something this important, that quickly… it must have really gotten to her.”
“Yeah, I guess so.”
“Fer out nex’ match!” yelled Hagrid, quite loudly, to take people’s attention away from Hermione, “we will have… Mr.… um, Sy? Tci is it? Yes, Mr. Tci an’… Mr. Draco Malfoy!”
Harry groaned. While he would like to see Tci’s dragon in action, he wanted to get back into the arena and fight.
The two dragons rose from the ground, and Harry examined Tci’s Mongolian Mutilator. It was quite small, only about half the size of Malfoy’s Hungarian Horntail. But, it did have one very interesting feature. Instead of having spikes all over, it had several metallic tubes, including two large ones at the top of its head. While they looked next to useless, Harry imagined they must have some special purpose.
Malfoy, who looked quite irritated by having to have fought twice in a row, immediately began ordering his massive dragon.
“Tresmal… just, step on it or something,” he said lazily. Evidently, he didn’t think Tci’s dragon would be much of a problem since it was so small. Tresmal walked up to Tci’s dragon, and peered down at it. It raised one giant hand into the air, and started bringing it down right on top of it.
Then, just when it looked as though Tci’s dragon was going to be crushed, it put its tubes to work. Huge flames came shooting out of each one, flying miles into the sky. Some of the flames hit Tresmal, causing its hide to light on fire.
“No! Put yourself out Tresmal!” yelled Malfoy, pressed up against the glass side of his box. Tresmal immediacy began whacking the flames with his hands, but it wasn’t doing anything, the flames were still spreading.
Tci’s dragon then shot another round of fire at Tresmal, this time, perfectly aimed right at it. Any part of the dragon that wasn’t on fire before was now. It just looked like one giant inferno. Within seconds, it collapsed onto the ground, defeated.