The Hagrid's son

Barnaby didn't understand why the Light Fury would eat a beetle; after all, she greatly preferred fish if given the chance, or even some sweet fruits. Even stranger was the large bulge in the dragoness's stomach; a small beetle shouldn't take up that much space…

After the inspection, Barnaby could only shrug and give her a potion to improve digestion, which caused the Light Fury to burp up a feather with the initials R.S. a few minutes later, just as he left to watch Harry's performance.

That very feather was carried away by a gust of wind, and no one ever saw it again.

Harry walked onto the stage nervously and looked around, quickly spotting the gleam of the golden egg he had to retrieve and the guardian watching over it…

"Huh?" Harry wondered if he needed to clean his glasses again.

"Is it just me, or does this dragon look a bit… bloated?" Ron commented from the stands.

"Are you really surprised that the dragon is as fat as a balloon?" Hermione pointed to the belt the creature had around its chest. "I want to know what that jar under its arm is. The previous dragons fought with their bodies and abilities; they didn't have a tool."

Fortunately for her curiosity, their doubts were soon dispelled.

"What the champion will face this time is a dragon called the Gordsaur," the voice over the speakers seemed to be trying to stifle laughter. "As you can see, it's a bipedal, yellow, and chubby dragon with a jar under its arm. This jar is used to magically throw sand into the opponent's eyes, aiming to blind them and then attack by hitting them with its large belly… For the record, I'm not making this up nor joking, that's really what it says in the note I received. It can also exhale various elemental breaths, ranging from the classic fire to icy or electric ones."

As soon as the introduction ended, the Gordsaur slapped its stomach with its palm and opened the jar, causing a stream of sand to shoot at Harry.

Harry cast a standard Protego, but his eyes widened when he noticed that the sand kept coming and started to accumulate around the shield. With a decisive move, he dispelled the shield and ran, avoiding the sand as best he could.

In his thought process, the longer he delayed removing the magic, the more sand he would have to deal with all at once. So, if he had stayed there pondering what to do while more and more sand piled up, he probably would have been finished.

The Gordsaur exhaled a breath of flames that heated the sand, turning it into sharp glass projectiles that struck several rocks, sending shards flying everywhere.

Harry couldn't dodge or block them all, taking several scratches on his arms and a couple on his cheeks, leaving a thin trail of blood.

He jumped in fright when the Gordsaur decided to try an electric breath, causing several strong impacts along with a lot of noise. Luckily for Harry, the only remotely metallic thing on his body was his glasses, and they weren't large enough to attract that attack.

"Accio Firebolt!" Harry shouted, realizing he was just running around while the creature had barely moved to watch him.

He needed more mobility!

And what's more mobile than a broomstick?

As he looked up to see where it would come from, a sudden gust of sand splashed into his face, catching him by surprise.

"My eyes!" he cried, bringing his hands to his face and trying to wipe the sand away quickly while standing still.

Big mistake.

The next thing Harry felt was a high-speed impact against what he would describe to a policeman as a huge leather mattress, which sent him flying several meters into the air, if his sense of direction wasn't failing him during his temporary blindness.

Hearing the familiar sound of the wind next to him, he reflexively stretched out his arm and managed to grab the broom just as it flew past, pulling himself onto it and avoiding what would undoubtedly have been a very painful fall.

He took the broom higher and took the opportunity to get the sand out of his eyes, regaining his vision after a few seconds, just in time to see an icy breath rushing towards him from below, which he had to quickly dodge to avoid being frozen.

The image of himself completely frozen, falling to the hard ground and shattering into pieces made him pale and sweat.

Thanks to the broom, he gained enough speed to avoid the rest of the Gordsaur's attempts at obstruction and retrieved the egg from the nest like the times he caught the Snitch.

Except for that one time he almost swallowed it by accident…

The judges gathered for the voting, and after a heated exchange of opinions, objections, and one or two boots to the nose, the first rankings were concluded.

First place: Viktor Krum.

Second place: Cedric Diggory.

Third place: Harry Potter.

Fourth place: Fleur Delacour.

The difference between first and second place was minimal, with the crucial factor being the number of injuries sustained at the end of the task.

Durmstrang was fired up, and Hogwarts had the feeling they could catch up, while Beauxbatons could only lament their bad luck in the draw.

Even so, Fleur couldn't deny her personal indignation!

She was used to being an influence on others; experiencing this in reverse didn't sit well with her at all. That, along with the suffocation she felt inside the castle where her Veela charm was forcibly restricted, meant she couldn't calm down for long.

"The champions have until next February (the exact day is still unknown) to solve the mystery of the golden egg, obtain the secret clue, and make preparations for the second task," the loudspeaker announced to close today's event. "Good luck to all!"

Barnaby relaxed when the first task of the Tournament ended without further incident.

In the end, it wasn't necessary to call his friend Skadi Dragenfelt as a backup measure, but he would still have to deliver the exotic fruit cakes he promised her for staying on standby.

Oh, and Tomoe's drinks also needed to be delivered…

Suddenly, he felt like one of those Muggle food delivery guys.

He would take a week off before starting to prepare for the second task. Mimir should be ready by now and should be able to bring those things.