Chapter 998 The Most Boring Game

The stands were quiet, but the referee's seat was filled with tension.

Karkaroff glared at Dumbledore, "I need an explanation, Dumbledore, why can your champions use magic items?"

Madame Maxime also showed her angry side, which was rare.

She clenched her hands tightly together and said in a cold tone, "Also, Chief Crouch and Chief Bagman, I hope you can explain why the usually gentle Welsh Green Dragon is more easily angered than the ferocious Hungarian Treecrest Dragon?"

Bagman rubbed his hands together and said with a smile, "Madame Maxime, this may just be an individual difference. We rented all four dragons from the Romanian magic government through official channels. Professional dragon trainers were in charge of looking after them before the competition."

This statement did not convince Madame Maxime. Her broad shoulders trembled slightly, and her voice became sharp: "Director Bagman, can you guarantee that no one has tampered with the dragon? Don't forget, you haven't caught the person who tampered with the Goblet of Fire yet."

Bagman looked embarrassed and looked at old Barty on the other side for help.

But he was speechless after hearing Karkaroff's question. After all, the rules did not explicitly state that magic items were not allowed. But Draco's magic items were indeed a bit too much. Not only could they make him immune to the dragon's breath, they could also defend against physical attacks.

"Let's just end the Triwizard Tournament right here! If you allow a warrior to bring something that seriously undermines the fairness of the competition, we at Durmstrang will withdraw immediately!"

Old Barty knew he was in the wrong, and his attitude was particularly sincere. "Principal Karkaroff, it was our fault for not foreseeing this in advance, but the Krum Warrior has already reached a contract with the Goblet of Fire, so I'm afraid he can't withdraw from the competition."

Karkaroff's face was gloomy. He raised his hand and slammed it heavily on the long table in front of him. "Viktor was seriously injured and is still unconscious. Do you want him to die on the field?"

Old Barty was speechless for a moment. Dumbledore's face was full of apology. "Principal Karkaroff, Barty certainly didn't mean that. The Triwizard Tournament has been held for more than 200 years. There are bound to be some loopholes in the rules. However, we can improve it in the next game."

"What about the first event? How will the warriors be scored?"

Dumbledore's brows were furrowed, his eyes flickered, and he seemed to be in extreme distress.

Although cheating has always been a tradition in the Triwizard Tournament, Harry's success in taking the golden egg can be explained as luck, but what about Fleur and Krum who were injured by the dragon's anger? And what about Draco who took advantage of the loophole in the rules?

It's no wonder that Madame Maxime and Karkaroff reacted so strongly. If it was Harry or Draco who was injured, Dumbledore would seek justice like them.

Old Batty, who had remained silent the whole time, had a gloomy expression on his face, as if he was struggling with something.

“If a similar situation occurs again in the second project, will you continue to improve the rules?”

After Karkarov asked again, old Batty looked up at the court.

The Hungarian Treecrest Dragon picked up the dragon egg and the golden egg before Draco could get them, and held them in his arms, constantly growling at him threateningly.

Draco panicked for a moment, but he quickly raised his wand.

Old Batty's expression changed slightly, as if he was expecting something. "Principal Karkaroff, please be patient. The game is not over yet. I think we should make a decision based on the performance of the Warriors."

Karkaroff raised his hand and slammed the long table in front of him again. His face was tense, and he pointed at Draco angrily, "Is it necessary to continue such a game?

Even the most ferocious Hungarian Horntail Dragon couldn't do anything to him. Even if the fire dragon's scales were thick, it would definitely react after being cast with dozens or hundreds of spells, right?"

Facing his aggressive questioning, Old Barty seemed exceptionally calm. "Principal Karkaroff, fire dragons have extremely strong anti-magic properties. Warrior Malfoy is only 14 years old. It is impossible for him to cast dozens or hundreds of spells, let alone have a substantial impact on the fire dragon."

Although this is somewhat disparaging of Draco, judging from his lack of confidence at the beginning, his magic won't be very effective.

The reality was indeed like this. Draco cast more than a dozen spells in a row but to no avail. He was so tired that he could only stand there breathlessly confronting the fire dragon again.

This time it was Karkaroff's turn to be speechless. He snorted indignantly, "Huh - a waste of time."

On the other hand, Madame Maxime's anger had also subsided a lot.

Furong's injury was relatively minor and she would recover after a few days of rest, unlike Krum who was carried out on a stretcher wrapped in bandages. His career might be ruined.

The referee's seat returned to calm, but the stands became lively.

The first three games were thrilling and exciting, but the last one was nothing interesting at all.

What's so interesting about the confrontation between the dragon and the man? It would be better to broadcast the quarrel between the referees.

Gary gritted his teeth and pointed the camera at the dragon and Draco again.

The advertisement for the Nobili Magic Appliances brand had been inserted four times, and the audience was booing so loudly that he really didn't know what to broadcast live.

It is estimated that the headline news in the global wizarding world has now changed to "The Most Boring Game". With this kind of live broadcast effect, I am afraid that no wizard will look forward to the next competition.

"Alas——" Gary sighed helplessly.

He could already imagine how Fudge would hold Barty senior and Bagman accountable. As for himself, he didn't think Barty senior would let him take the blame. He was more worried about whether the Director of the Department of Magical News would be replaced.

If it were Umbridge...

The scene was so beautiful that he couldn't even imagine it.

On the field,

Draco was once again exhausted and out of breath after casting more than a dozen spells in a row.

He ungracefully wiped the sweat off his forehead with his hand and stared fiercely at the Hungarian Treecrest Dragon in front of him, which was twisting its neck as if to express disdain.

The fire dragon as big as a hill couldn't do anything to him, and he also had no way to deal with the fire dragon.

If the stalemate continues, he will be the first to collapse.

But what could he do with his defense maxed out? The fire dragon didn't attack actively, but just stared at and protected the thing in his arms, not giving him even the slightest chance.

That's not right. Since magic doesn't work, why not try fighting?

It is unrealistic to knock down the fire dragon with one punch, but he can climb onto the fire dragon.

As long as you seize the opportunity to take the golden egg, you can achieve a high score by completing the game without any damage.

Draco's breathing slowly calmed down.

No matter how reluctant he was, he had to admit that Vincent's "barbarian methods" were still very useful.

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