Harry Potter and the Order Of the Phoenix [169]
“NOO!” yelled Malfoy. “How could I lose!?” The two dragons were brought back underground, and Malfoy walked back to his seat, trying not to looked too angry about the outcome of the match. Tci ran after him, trying to shake hands, but Malfoy would have none of it. He just sat down and looked away from his fellow Slytherins.
“Wow,” said Ron, “I never thought anything could ever beat Malfoy’s dragon. Tci must be an awesome trainer.”
“What are you talking about?” said Harry. “You’re dragon could beat Tci with its eyes closed.”
“I don’t know, Harry. Did you see the flames it made? That’s was pretty awesome.”
Harry had to agree. Tci’s dragon was very impressive, he felt sorry for the person that would go against him next.
“A’ight everyone,” said Hagrid. “We’ve on’y got a ‘alf hour left, so we got ter hurry! Th’ nex’ match is… wow, Mr. Tci again… and… Mr. ‘Arry Potter!”
Harry fell back into his seat. Why did he have to say that? He was going to be defeated by Tci… great. He walked up to his box and sighed. Well, he thought to himself, at least now he wouldn’t have to face Ron. The dragons rose from the ground, and Harry felt even less confident when he saw Tci’s dragon. It looked the same as before, but now he knew its hidden power: shooting mile-high flames from its tubes…
Then it hit Harry. He knew how he could win this match!
“Woodworm!” yelled Harry. “Pick up a chunk of the ground!” Woodworm turned around and gave him a confused expression, but did the task anyway. He bent over, and picked up a large piece of earth.
Now… put it in your mouth!” said Harry, trying not to laugh at his own command. Woodworm threw it high into the air, and caught it in its mouth, not daring to swallow it. He looked very funny, like a hamster with its cheeks full of food.
“Spit it out! At the other dragon!” yelled Harry, hoping his plan would work. Wanting to spit it out anyway, Woodworm opened his mouth, and several chunks of flaming dirt came flying out, right at Tci’s dragon.
Just as Harry had planned, the dirt broke into smaller pieces while in the air, and several of those pieces lodged themselves into Tci’s dragon’s tubes. More and more dirt settled inside them, not allowing any fire to come out.
“Ha! I’d like to see you shoot fire now!” yelled Harry. All of its tubes were overflowing with molten dirt, and the dragon was rendered useless. No matter how hard it tried, or how much energy and effort it put into it, no fire would come out.
“Excellent! Now, Woodworm, attack it!” Woodworm ran up to Tci’s dragon, stood there for a second, and then kicked it right in the stomach, making it fly through the air, and hit Tci’s box. Harry saw its eyes roll back, and its body go limp. It fell down to the ground, unconscious. Harry had won, he had beaten Tci’s dragon.
Harry skipped back down to his seat, and sat down next to Ron. After much congratulations from him, they both looked back at Hagrid, who was ready to announce the final match, the one Harry had dreaded even more than his one with Tci.
“Th’ last two competitors, ‘Arry Potter an’ Ron Weasley, are you ready?”
Harry and Ron stared at each other. He had totally forgotten that since he had beaten Tci, he would now have to fight Ron. What he had dreaded the last few minutes, and the entire year, ever since the Dueling Club had started, how now come true. He and Ron, for the first time, would have to go against each other.
CHAPTER 28- Harry’s Order
“Well, good luck,” whispered Harry. Ron just nodded back. The two of them walked up to the arena, taking their positions.
“This should be good,” Harry heard Malfoy snicker. Evidently, he was over his loss, and was eager to cheer against both of them.
“Let’s try an’ keep this a fast match,” said Hagrid. “We’ve on’y got about’ ten minutes left.” The two dragons rose from the ground and faced each other. Harry swallowed hard, and began the fight.
“Alright Woodworm, take him out,” he said quite unenthusiastically. Woodworm ran towards Tapescrew, who was still giving off the golden aura and blue fire. Ron mumbled