The Day of the Draw at Hogwarts

In fact, the game can continue, after all, Cedric has not yet collected all the fragments.

But members of the judging panel felt there was no way Cedric could collect all the pieces. Because Fleur held one fragment in her hand, Krum had already obtained three fragments. Even if the remaining three fragments are all captured by Cedric, the fragments in the hands of other warriors are not so easy to seize.

They can just dig a hole and bury the fragments, or ask volunteers who join the team to carry the fragments, so that even if they are caught by mistake, it will not affect the ownership of the fragments.

"Ladies and gentlemen, this concludes the first event of the Triwizard Tournament." Dumbledore stood up and announced the end of the competition in a loud voice.

Several owls flew into the Forbidden Forest, and they would bring the news of the end of the game to the warriors. Following the owl into the Forbidden Forest were fire dragon researchers invited by the Ministry of Magic and gamekeeper Hagrid. They have to find a way to recover the fire dragon in the Forbidden Forest.

While the staff was searching for dragons in the Forbidden Forest, Cedric also received a mail from an owl.

"The game is over." Cedric's lips curled up, "We should go back."

Of course the way back was not to walk back, they planned to take a shortcut.

Cedric placed his portkey on the ground and motioned for Tom and Hermione to come towards him.

"Three, two, one, let's go!" The three of them stretched out a finger and placed it on the door key. The next second, the three of them appeared in the center of the Hogwarts Quidditch pitch. Fleur and Krum also appeared next to them one after another. There was overwhelming applause in the stadium.

"Let us welcome our warrior back to the scene!" Lee Jordan shouted loudly: "Cedric of Hogwarts has obtained the most magic ring fragments, let us congratulate him!"

He was answered with even louder applause, cheers from the students of Hogwarts, and several fireworks.

Although Jordan's tone was as if Cedric had already locked up the number one spot, no one jumped out to question it. His advantage was simply too great.

Cedric, Tom and Hermione slowly walked towards the auditorium, where countless people were waiting for them.

"You did a great job!" Professor Sprout patted Cedric on the shoulder, pulled him to him, and gave him a warm hug.

"Excellent courage, outstanding spells, and beautiful armor." Professor Flitwick also ran over, but he was not here to congratulate Cedric, he was here to see his good student.

In the competition just now, Tom and Hermione shined. If Cedric fails to gain the support of these two people, the game may be full of twists and turns.

"That armor still needs to be optimized..." Tom wanted to chat with Professor Flitwick, but unfortunately the professor disappeared in the crowd in the blink of an eye.

"Tom, we are going to get rich!" Fred squeezed to the edge of the crowd and shouted to Tom: "I think we can sell some of your peripherals-"

Tom:…

The three of them walked all the way to the first aid tent where Madam Pomfrey was amid the congratulations of everyone.

At this time, many volunteers participating in the competition had been received into the tent. The interior of the tent is divided into many small grids to allow patients a slightly more private space.

"You have to pay for my wand -" When Tom arrived, he happened to see a boy from Durmstrang being dragged out by the staff of the Ministry of Magic while making a fuss.

"It's okay to just break the wand. People with bad luck may even break their arms." Tom wanted to complain about this guy.

Next to him, Hermione's face changed slightly, and she agreed with him.

Seeing the real warrior coming, Madam Pomfrey immediately came to Cedric and checked his body. Madam Pomfrey looked anxious at this time, obviously because too many students were injured during the competition.

She circled the three of them a few times, and then gave each of them a cup of blue potion.

"Okay, after drinking the potion, you can watch the score of the game after a minute's rest." After arranging the three people, Madam Pomfrey walked out of the compartment in a hurry and went to see a doctor next door.

"I don't know what the points are for," Cedric said a little nervously, "It's a pity that I couldn't collect all the pieces. After all, it can provide extremely beneficial help for the next project..."

"A high enough score can give you an advantage. As for collecting all the fragments - how can it be that easy?" Tom comforted Cedric and then drank the potion in the cup.

The taste is okay, like a strange cup of hot tea. After drinking it, I feel so comfortable, as if my fatigue has been washed away.

After waiting for a minute, Cedric came to the edge of the field, where he could see several referees in the field.

He knew that each referee could give a maximum of ten points, and the three student representatives worked together to come up with a score.

Krum and Fleur also stood there, waiting for the judges to give their scores.

The referees deliberated for a while, and Cedric could clearly see that Percy and the other two student representatives were quarreling with red faces, as if they wanted to skin each other alive. The atmosphere between the three principals was much more harmonious—or rather, they were more tolerant.

After some discussion, they first gave Furong a score. Because Furong's competition process was too smooth, others had an average impression of her: there seemed to be nothing outstanding about her, so on average, the judges gave an average of six points to each of the five groups. The total score is thirty points, plus a magic ring fragment can add two points, and Fleur's final score is thirty-two points.

Because there were more battles, Krum performed better than Fleur. He took away thirty-four points from the judges, and scored a total of forty points including the magic ring fragments.

When Cedric saw a fragment of the magic ring, his heart stopped beating because of his excitement.

What is the concept of taking twenty-three fragments? Even if the judges all give him zero points, his score will still be ranked first.

So he stood there calmly, waiting for the results to come out.

"Cedric Diggory, obtained twenty-three magic ring fragments, for a total of forty-six points."

Even though the little wizards present were mentally prepared, they still gasped. Fleur and Krum beside Cedric even widened their eyes in shock.

"How much?" Krum began to doubt his ears.

"Yordel is really strong." Fleur looked complicated. She knew that Cedric, who had the support of Yodel, would definitely become the winner, but she didn't expect that he would actually show such a crushing situation.

"It's a matter of luck." Cedric said modestly.

After counting the number of pieces, the judges began to score. First there was Madame Maxime, with a golden "7" emerging from the tip of her wand - she was quite dissatisfied with Cedric's cleverness when facing the Sphinx. And from beginning to end, she always felt that Cedric was invincible.

If Fleur can also get help from Tom, where will it be your turn? Haven't you seen how many of these twenty-three fragments were earned by Tom?

Bagman generously gave ten points, Dumbledore was a little more restrained and gave nine points, and the trio gave eight points after a dispute - the same as Karkaroff.

It's quite surprising that Karkaroff scored eight points. Everyone thought he was going to make a fuss about lying down, but in the end he stopped. This surprised many people who were familiar with Karkaroff.

88 points!

After Cedric's total score came out, the little wizards at Hogwarts were excited again, and everyone was cheering for Cedric. Not only the Hufflepuff students, but also Gryffindor, Ravenclaw, and Slytherin were all applauding this handsome senior.

In their view, Cedric, who was far ahead in points, already had the upper hand.

While everyone was celebrating wildly, a conversation was taking place in a luxurious manor in Wiltshire, England.

"The Triwizard Tournament at Hogwarts is said to be very lively. Don't you have any idea?" In the luxurious manor, two wizards sat opposite each other. One has smooth blond hair, while the other has light yellow hair.

These two people are Lucius Malfoy and Barty Crouch Jr.

There was a wizard's chess board in front of them. On the chessboard, White's chess formed a double-team on Black's chess, and Black's chess was already at a disadvantage. It can be seen that without a few good moves, Black will eventually fall into defeat.

"Lucius, I am not a child anymore. I am not interested in those ordinary games." Barty Crouch Jr. does not have much enthusiasm for the Triwizard Tournament, at least on the surface. .

"I mean, have you ever considered doing something while the tournament is being held?" Lucius felt that he didn't seem to make it clear what he meant, so he made his words a little clearer.

"Dumbledore thinks he is omnipotent, but only we understand the meaning behind his master's actions. Lucius, you don't need to worry too much - if I were you, I would use this excess energy to supervise you How is the progress of his precious son's mission?" Barty Crouch Jr. gently touched the black chess piece in his hand, his eyes burning. He's looking for a weakness in White's game.

Seeing that little Crouch was not picking up the pot, Lucius Malfoy lost the interest in chatting. He said perfunctorily that he was doing it, and Draco was already doing his task.

"The master will not abandon any of his servants, provided that the servant is still useful." After hearing what Lucius said, little Barty immediately understood that Draco Malfoy had not made any progress, and there was a playful smile on his lips. smile.

"The master's grand plan has reached a critical juncture. By then... Hogwarts, the Ministry of Magic, Dumbledore, and Bones will be wiped out in one fell swoop, and this is not the end..."

"Ah, yes, yes, the master's target is the entire magical world." Lucius was too lazy to talk nonsense with the die-hard Voldemort in front of him. Can Voldemort conquer the entire wizarding world? Lucius didn't know. When Voldemort was at the height of his power, his main sphere of influence was also on the British Isles.

Unless he eliminates Dumbledore's power in one fell swoop, if he wants to conquer the wizarding world, just listen. Moreover, Lucius was not that concerned about Voldemort's grand plan. He was more concerned about the interests of his family.

He turned his attention to the chessboard. At this time, he no longer enjoyed playing chess leisurely. He just wanted to end the chess game quickly and write a letter to his son.

But the more impatient you are, the easier it is for flaws to appear.

After a few tricks, the situation in Othello was reversed, and Lucius was no longer in the mood to continue playing. He threw the chess piece on the chessboard and voluntarily admitted defeat.

After admitting defeat, Lucius looked up at the clock on the wall, a trace of imperceptible disgust flashing across his face.

He has no objection to taking up his precious rest time for a gathering, but maybe he can't hold the gathering at his own home? Lucius didn't want this group of unscrupulous people to come to his home at all. Unfortunately, Voldemort didn't want to give him the power to choose.

"Barty, it's time for the assembly." Although he kept making "disrespectful" remarks in his heart, Lucius didn't have any dissatisfaction on his face - on the surface, he was more dissatisfied than most Death Eaters. Be loyal.

"I know." Little Crouch had already packed up the chessboard, stood up and walked towards the depths of the manor with Lucius.

After Voldemort was resurrected, he designated Malfoy Manor as his base and a gathering place for Death Eaters.

Every week he would set a day to summon his servants to the manor. Except for people with special status like Snape, everyone must participate.

Today is the day of the Death Eaters' weekly gathering.

Lucius Malfoy took Barty Crouch Jr. into a somewhat dim hall. The windows in the room were closed, and only the chandeliers on the ceiling provided a weak light source. Under the chandelier, there is a long table with more than a dozen chairs on both sides of the long table.

Lucius led little Barty to the head of the long table and sat down opposite him. The seats they chose were right next to the guest of honor, and they were the right-hand man of the guest of honor.

The seating arrangements at Death Eater gatherings are very particular and are directly related to their status.

Shortly after the two sat down, other Death Eaters appeared in the hall one after another, and obediently found a suitable position to sit down. Even Wormtail came, but he could only sit at the end with a flattering smile on his face.

Finally, a figure appeared at the door, and the room was instantly silent. These Death Eaters, who could call the shots outside, didn't dare to take a breath at this time.

Voldemort is coming.

He walked quietly across the long table, came to the seat left for him at the head of the table, and sat down. Behind him, there were a series of rustling sounds, and a huge python climbed up the long table and was eating its way to death. The disciple's gaze wandered to Voldemort's hands.

Voldemort raised his chin towards Barty Jr., indicating that the weekly meeting could begin.

After receiving the signal, little Barty immediately turned to a Death Eater next to him and asked: "Avery, what's going on with Karkaroff? Are there any signs of losing control? I need to remind you, the Imperius Curse It’s easy to break free.”

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