Chapter 511: This Isn’t What Was Promised
Kanna spent most of Sunday buried in the library, tirelessly flipping through books to help Kyle prepare for the upcoming Dragon challenge. Despite Kyle's repeated reassurances that she didn't need to go through the trouble, she remained undeterred.
"I'm so nervous; I have to keep myself busy," Kanna said firmly, plopping a hefty book on the table. Its cover displayed a fierce Hungarian Horntail, its wings spread wide above a line of gilt script.
She pored over the text, flipping through the pages with focused determination, searching for any weaknesses the Dragon might have.
"I don't think the school will make you fight the Dragons," Cedric offered, leaning back in his chair. "You'll probably just have to walk past them."
"That's true," he continued. "I think using a Transfiguration Spell might work. Turn something into a distraction—a dog or something—and then sneak past while the Dragon's busy."
"Or something even simpler..." Fred chimed in, lowering his voice conspiratorially. "Just pop open that big suitcase they brought. Whatever's in there might do the hard work for you, and you'd breeze through the challenge."
Kyle gave him a pointed look. "Yeah, and then I wouldn't have to bother showing up for the second task, right? You're not secretly getting paid off by Karkaroff to help me lose, are you?"
Fred smirked. "If the price were right, it wouldn't be the worst idea."
"Unfortunately, we're asking too much," George interjected with a grin. "Even if Karkaroff sold Durmstrang, he couldn't afford us."
"A small discount might not hurt," Kyle replied dryly. "If throwing the match got me ownership of Durmstrang, I'd consider it."
Fred laughed. "Oh, look at him—already weighing his options."