Chapter 260 The spell caster is nowhere to be found
"Oh, look!" Bagman shouted loudly, "Our youngest warrior got the golden egg as quickly as possible! It turns out that Mr. Potter is no worse than the other warriors!"
Bagman was going to be very happy.
He thought that the first game was not easy to operate, and Harry refused his help, so he might not be able to get the golden egg that represented success.
However, what Bagman didn't expect was that Harry, as the youngest warrior, not only won the golden egg, but also completed it very well!
Harry slowly landed outside the auditorium and saw the dragon tamers rushing to the arena to quell the anger of the Hungarian Horntail. Ron and Hermione rushed down from their seats with excited faces, and Hagrid and Professor McGonagall also Came hastily to greet him.
Harry felt so relaxed for the first time in months, and even the wounds on his arms could barely feel the pain... because he had passed the first project, and he had survived.
"That's wonderful, Potter!" Professor McGonagall said loudly as soon as he got off the Firebolt.
Coming from the mouth of the stern Professor McGonagall, these words were a rare and extremely high compliment.
Harry noticed that her hand holding his shoulder was shaking slightly, "Before the referee gives the score, you need to go find Madam Pomfrey... Right there, Digory has passed, and the injury on your arm needs to be Ask her to help you heal."
"You succeeded, Harry!" Hagrid said excitedly beside him, "Did you just hear that? Charlie said that the hornets are the most ferocious among them!"
"Thank you, Hagrid," Harry said loudly, winking at Hagrid to prevent him from going on and revealing that he had taken him to see the dragon.
Hermione and Ron hugged Harry in turn, and Hermione even cried with joy that Harry successfully survived the fire dragon.
While Harry was sitting outside the first aid tent, receiving treatment from Madam Pomfrey, the scoring of the final game began.
Ms. Maxim took the lead in raising the score board, and a long ray of silver light floated up from the board, showing the scores on the board to the audience——
The silver light gradually twisted and merged into a number "8".
"Not bad!" Ron said to Harry amidst the applause and cheers of the audience, "She probably deducted points from you because your arm was injured..."
Next came Mr. Crouch, who held up a sign showing the number "9" in the air.
"It's very promising, Harry!" Ron became even more excited, slapping Harry on the back and yelling loudly, "At the moment, it's only Kowalski of Infermon who is obviously taller than you. The others None are better than you."
Then came Dumbledore, who gave Harry and Cedric the same nine points; Professor Hicks also gave Harry nine points without hesitation.
The audience cheered louder.
Then, Ludo Bagman raised the sign in his hand——
10 points.
"Ten points?" Harry said in disbelief, "But... I'm injured... is he kidding?"
"Harry, stop complaining!" Ron shouted excitedly, "Isn't ten points still not good? I feel like you can even hit the top three!"
At this time, Karkaroff raised the sign, and the silver light on the sign merged into a number that was much smaller than the other judges' scores——
"4".
"What?" Ron suddenly stood up and yelled angrily, "Four points? This hateful, biased guy is getting more and more excessive!"
"Krum's golden egg was so rotten that Professor Dracula even came out to save him. Just like that, Karkarov was able to score 9 points... You completed the game so well, but Karkarov only Gave you 4 points?”
It has to be said that Karkaroff pretended to be a little pretentious when grading Cedric and Fleur, and both gave them a passing score of 6...
But since John's alternative game ended, he didn't even bother to pretend, and blatantly gave John and Harry ultra-low scores of 5 and 4 points.
Still, Harry didn't care.
Even if Karkaroff gave him zero points, he wouldn't care. He felt that no matter what the final score was, he had at least proved himself in front of all the audiences and proved that he was not a false warrior holding back Hogwarts.
Moreover, it is not only Ron and Hermione who are happy for him now, but also his other friends...
By now, when they saw the challenges Harry faced and his outstanding performance in this game, most of his classmates at Hogwarts began to support him, just like they supported Cedric...
"Merlin's beard!" At this moment, a shocking scream rang in Harry's ears.
"What's wrong with you, Ron?"
Harry looked at the red-haired friend next to him and found that he was counting on his fingers with an incredulous look on his face.
"Harry, you seem to be...your score seems to be higher than that of several warriors!" Ron shouted with shock on his face.
Hermione, who had still not recovered from her tears of joy, sat next to Harry with hazy eyes.
After hearing Ron's exclamation, she was stunned for a moment, then quickly wiped away her tears, took out a piece of parchment and started calculating.
"I have written down the scores of all the warriors here. Let me take a look..." Hermione said quickly, "According to the previous scores of the judges, Diggory has 48 points, Delacour has 45 points, and Crewe has Mu made a big mistake and is currently the lowest with 41 points..."
"Well, Kowalski's performance was amazing. Except for the biased guy Karkarov, everyone gave him full marks. His final score was 55 points, and he ranked first without any doubt."
"And Harry, your total score is... 49 points!"
Hermione suddenly raised her head and looked at Harry with wide eyes, "You are one point higher than Digory, who was favored by everyone before. You are now the second among all warriors!"
"What did you say?" Harry rubbed his ears in disbelief, thinking he was hallucinating, "Hermione, did I hear you right...you said I was second?"
"Yes, Harry, you heard it right!" Hermione stood up excitedly, her eyes filled with joy, "Now you no longer have to worry about those bad guys questioning you!"
Harry felt as if he was floating.
He originally just wanted not to be at the bottom, at least not to let Professor Dracula come down and save him from the fire dragon, but he never expected to get such results.
"Mr. Bagman gave me too high a score, otherwise I wouldn't be able to compare to Cedric..."
Harry was verbally modest, but the raised corners of his mouth completely revealed his inner excitement and joy.
At this moment, the curtain of the tent was opened, and Cedric walked out of the first aid tent and walked directly to him.
"Um, Cedric, I..."
Harry looked at him with a guilty conscience, thinking that if he had not participated in this game, Cedric would be the second ranked warrior.
However, before he could say anything to apologize, Cedric suddenly grinned at him and showed a smile.
"Well done, Harry," he smiled.
Harry's worry disappeared in an instant and he started laughing.
"Same to you, Cedric."
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"You all did a great job!"
In the tent where the warriors first gathered, Bagman praised happily.
He was shaking his legs briskly in the tent, looking as happy as if he had just successfully crossed the fire dragon and got the golden egg.
"Okay, I only have a few words to say." Bagman smiled and explained the follow-up precautions to the warriors. "The second project will start at 9:30 a.m. on February 24 next year. Here Until then, you can take a long break—"
"But we're going to leave you with some questions to think about! If you look down at those golden eggs you're holding in your hands, you'll see they can be opened. See the seam there... Oh, Mr. Kowalski, not here Open it, close it quickly!”
Before Bagman finished speaking, John had already used his fingernails to open two eggshells along the cracks of the golden egg——
The moment the golden egg was opened, an extremely terrifying, high-pitched scream filled the entire tent.
The warriors subconsciously covered their ears. Harry felt that the sound was much shriller than the sound he heard at Nearly Headless Nick's death anniversary party...it was the noise of the ghost band's musical saw.
John himself was startled and quickly closed the eggshells on both sides.
The harsh noise that filled the entire tent stopped.
"Mr. Bagman, what is this harsh noise...?" Cedric, as a good student with both good character and academic performance, habitually raised his hand and asked.
"Oh, I can't tell you this." Bagman took his hands away from his ears and said to the warriors, "You must solve the clues provided in the egg yourself - that will tell you the second project What is it?"
"Before the game, I hope you can be fully prepared!"
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After the first event of the Four Powers Tournament ended, time quickly came to December.
There was a strong wind blowing around Hogwarts, and there was often heavy rain accompanied by snowflakes falling.
Dracula stood on the stone bridge connecting the main tower and the astronomical tower, leaning against the railing, letting the strong wind blow his silver hair around, snowflakes falling on his shoulders, looking at the white clouds at the end of the frozen black lake, and There were nearby lawns and shrubs covered in snow.
"Professor Dracula, you are so inconsiderate of the elderly when you choose a place." Dumbledore walked over from the porch of the main tower and chuckled.
He held his wand upright, as if he was holding a transparent umbrella to keep out the wind and snow.
Fawkes, the phoenix, lay on Dumbledore's shoulders, exuding warm heat that melted the snowflakes floating around.
"You should be glad that I didn't choose to be on the top of the Astronomy Tower." Dracula glanced at Dumbledore and raised his lips slightly, "Compared to the top of the tower, the view here is still much narrower."
"I thought that in such a cold weather, it would be more suitable for us to sit by the warm fireplace in the castle and chat." Dumbledore brushed the snowflakes accumulated on the marble railings with his sleeves, and also leaned on the railing next to Dracula, " Oh, this railing is really cold."
"It's really comfortable inside the castle." Dracula nodded, looking at the shore of the Black Lake in the distance, "But I'm a little curious about how the people living in Durmstrang's ship would feel. ?”
Dumbledore also followed Dracula's gaze and looked at the big ship docked by the Black Lake - the big ship was bumping and swaying in the strong wind, and its black sails were flying and dancing in the dark night sky.
I don’t know what kind of mentality those Durmstrang people had, but they actually used magic to prevent the lake water next to the boat from freezing, and the black sails had no intention of retracting them.
Therefore, the large ship swayed greatly in the strong wind, and the rooms there probably would not be very warm. After all, the wind on the lake was not only strong, but also quite cold.
"They should have their own way of keeping warm, right?" Dumbledore glanced over there, smiled and shook his head, "And the people of Durmstrang have been living in this cold environment for a long time, maybe Only when the temperature drops can you unleash your full strength."
"Maybe..." Skipping other miscellaneous trivial matters, Dracula suddenly asked: "Have you not found out who used the confusion spell on the Goblet of Fire?"
Dumbledore's expression suddenly became serious.
"There is indeed nothing found..." He said slowly, "On the night before Halloween, there were not many candidates who had the opportunity to come into contact with the Goblet of Fire. I carefully observed their situation, but found no problems."
"What about the professors from other schools? Do they have any problems?" Dracula frowned and asked, "The confusion spell on the Goblet of Fire couldn't have appeared out of thin air, right?"
"Ms. Maxim and Professor Hicks are both trustworthy, and Karkaroff was once a Death Eater. He was originally a certain suspect..." Dumbledore said slowly, "So I asked Sif Les went to test him.”
"Severus judged that Karkaroff was not the real culprit who cast the spell on the Goblet of Fire. He was only afraid of Voldemort's return and even planned to escape... I agree with Severus's point of view."
"Think about it from another angle? In addition to professors, wouldn't Voldemort's helpers disguise themselves as students?" Dracula asked again, "Will there be Death Eaters disguised as students and throwing notes into the Goblet of Fire? Did you cast a confusion spell when you were there?"
"I think it's unlikely." Dumbledore shook his head. "The students from Yinvarmon, Beauxbatons and Durmstrang were all organized by their principals and signed up for the Goblet of Fire together. No chance of casting a spell."
"As for the students at Hogwarts - when they enter platform nine and three-quarters of the King's Cross station, they have actually passed a test to prevent imposters from using Polyjuice Potion..."
"It's really strange. Why is this spell caster nowhere to be found?"
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