Chapter 581 (1/2)

Alive?

This word seems to be common to all people.

But Vaseline knew what it meant to Harry, or to himself.

Look at that Hungarian horn tailed dragon?

The stones he smashed and the ground melted in the field. If Harry's reaction was not quick enough, the rocket crossbow would not have been spared even with the magic potion.

Falling from a high altitude and being eaten by a fire dragon seems to be a great chance.

And then there are some bad things.

In retrospect, what happened to either van Lin or Harry was fatal enough.

Like the basilisk, or the bad things that Fanlin saw.

It can be said that when it comes to the season of death, their lives are always in suspense.

”I think we need to strengthen you in every way, Harry.” ”At least those charms, you're really bad with them,” Van leen said

Harry shrugged his shoulders.

A few people all laugh, everybody can see, the insincerity in all Lin words.

But Harry still nodded. It's not hard to imagine that the first level is fire dragon, then the second or third level

It's easy for him to die in the three witches contest.

”Let's go, Harry. They're going to show your score.”

Picking up the golden eggs and the rocket crossbow, Harry felt very happy, absolutely unimaginable joy an hour ago. He bent down to pay the bill and left quickly. Ron was next to him. They were talking as they walked.

Ron seems to have opened the door to a new world. He is very close to being able to use his own language plus Er Body language to describe the performance of the three players for Harry.

In fact, the focus is on hibiscus. In the eyes of all the little witches, hibiscus' performance is the most amazing.

Of course, we can't expect too much from the animal's eyes.

When Ron and Harry reach the fence, Ron takes a deep breath.

Now that the Hungarian horn tail dragon has been led away, Harry can see the five judges sitting there - on the other end in a high chair suspended from the golden cloth.

”Everyone's a dime,” Ron said, and Harry squinted into the field to see the first judge, Mrs. maxim, holding up her wand in the air. A long, silvery ribbon of material shot out and twisted into an eight in the air.

”Not bad!” Ron said the audience was clapping, too. ”I think she deducted a point from your shoulder injury.”

Mr. crouch then lit up and shot a number nine into the air.