DNF Meets Harry Potter

When Carl was chatting with Harry boredly, Bagman walked in excitedly and quickly, with the fat on his stomach bumping up and down, looking a little funny.

He took out a tissue to wipe the sweat from his face, and shouted excitedly: "I think you should go out now, and it's time for this game to end!"

Karl nodded and understood what he meant, and it was almost time to score now.

Fu Rong's face was a little ugly, she stomped her feet angrily, she still knew in her heart, knowing that the chance of winning Carl in this match was really very small.

Harry gave her a very strange look, isn't it just about to announce the results of the competition, what's so angry, he has already seen it away, anyway, it's not their turn to be the champion...

Under the leadership of Bagman, several people returned to the arena again. Krum, who had fainted just now, had woken up under the meticulous treatment of St. Mungo's therapists, but perhaps because of the overdrawn magic power, his His face was extremely pale, and he sat in his seat and looked at Karkaroff above him restlessly.

"I'm glad that all four warriors got the golden egg and didn't get hurt! Your performance is worthy of the title of warrior!

Now, please give them applause! "

Bagman still has a hand in mobilizing emotions. With his raised arms, thunderous applause came from all directions in an instant. The cheers and screams shook a large group of owls in the Forbidden Forest next to them. fly.

"I think everyone must be very curious to know the final results of the Warriors they support!

Let everyone wait for a long time! Then let's start the selection! I believe that every referee will give the most fair judgment! "

When Bagman said this, he glanced at Karkaroff next to him. He felt that this old guy would definitely act like a demon again later.

But he can't turn the tide by himself...

The corners of Bagman's mouth rose slightly, wasn't he just playing tricks? Who wouldn't! It's like he's not the referee...

Come on, hurt each other!

In his opinion, Karkaroff's deliberate smearing of Hogwarts has seriously infringed on his personal interests. Cutting off people's wealth is like murdering money. His ass debt is only waiting for Karl to win the championship. Chances paid off too!

"First, Fleur Delacour!" Bagman then announced loudly.

As soon as he finished speaking, Dumbledore next to him slowly raised the Elder Wand with a smile in his eyes.

A small colored light spot floated into the air, and then exploded like a firework, a "7" exuding a beautiful colorful light caught everyone's eyes.

"A beautiful waltz, Miss Delacour! I don't know who will be your dance partner in the next ball, but I believe you will shine!" Dumbledore commented with a smile.

With the first referee's comment, the other four referees soon gave their own ratings.

Crouch pondered for a moment, waved his wand and slowly drew a "6" in mid-air, and Bagman's answer was the same.

As Beauxbaton's principal, Maxim seemed a little hesitant, but she finally gritted her teeth and gave an "8".

Surprisingly, Karkaroff actually gave Furong 9 points. The old guy caressed his goatee flirtatiously and cast an appreciative look at Furong.

"The perfect romantic melody waltz, the dance steps contain the power to quiet the soul! Let us congratulate the warrior from Beauxbatons - Fleur Delacour! She scored a total of 36 points!

Next up, Harry Potter! "

Bagman clapped again, and gave Harry ten points without hesitation.

After seeing the answer given by Bagman, Karkaroff's face quickly darkened at a speed visible to the naked eye. He sneered and waved his wand, and a small "4" appeared in midair.

"I think the first level tests the courage of the warriors and their spellcasting skills, rather than relying on external objects. If one day encounters a sudden and dangerous situation, the only thing a wizard can rely on is the wand in his hand..."

Karkaroff gave his reasons slowly, ignoring the dissatisfied gazes cast by the young wizards in the audience.

"How could he do this!"

"That's prejudice! As a Quidditch player, is there a problem with carrying a broomstick with you?!"

Voices of discontent came from below continuously, but Karkaroff turned a deaf ear to them and didn't take them seriously, nor did he have the slightest thought of changing his decision. Just kidding, if the face can be used as a shield, then it is estimated that the Killing Curse will not be able to penetrate it.

Fortunately, Crouch and Maxim are still objective and fair, one gave 9 points and the other 8 points

Dumbledore was still smiling, as if he didn't take this matter to heart at all, and just gave his own score "8"...

"Exquisite flying skills and insight, this talent will definitely allow you to occupy a place in world-class competitions in the future! Let us congratulate the warrior from Hogwarts-Harry Potter! He scored a total of 39 points! "

Bagman explained passionately again, but his painting style suddenly changed in the next second.

"The next one is Viktor Krum!

What a shame, he was the first warrior to pass out during a match! If the dragon trainers hadn't acted in time, the consequences would have been unimaginable!

So I had to! "

Although Bagman's chubby face was still full of smiles, what he said made Krum and Karkaroff's faces turn ashen.

The ink-black "3" floating in mid-air was like a resounding slap on their faces.

"At least Werther won the golden egg with his own power!" Karkaroff's face was gloomy, and his tone became eccentric again, "I repeat, the only thing a wizard can trust in a battle is the magic power and magic power in his body." Wand in hand!"

"Times have changed, Igor!" Bagman did not back down, "Then, let us congratulate the warrior from Durham - Viktor Krum, who scored a total of 31 points!

But here I want to warn him, not as a referee, but as the head of the Sports Department of the Ministry of Magic of England! The gift given by fate has already been marked with a price in secret. One piece of magic power corresponds to one piece of power. If he tries to control the power that does not belong to him, then he may lose more than he wants!

Like freedom... even life..."

Bagman's words made Karkaroff angry. He stroked his goatee, his mouth was trembling, and he almost wanted to lift the table and pull out his wand to have sex with him directly.