Fire Bearer at Hogwarts

Chapter 406 The End of the First Round (Two in One)

The long sword didn't swing down as Harry imagined, nor did he fall to the ground as the audience imagined. On the contrary, the sword stopped in midair with the crisp bell.

"Time's up!" The referee shouted loudly, holding up his wand. He nodded to the judges' and commentators' seats and then raised the hourglass that had run out of water in his hand.

"It's time?" Ron froze for a moment, he subconsciously looked at Hermione.

"That means……"

"Harry won!" He immediately threw his arms around Hermione, and the two happily shouted Harry's name.

"I won?" Harry, who was riding on the rune horse, couldn't believe it. He looked at the faceless knight in front of him and murmured, "Did I win?"

"You won, kid." Dragon Knight nodded slightly, then patted Harry on the shoulder approvingly: "What a good candidate to be a knight."

"Harry, should I take you down?" Ash rode a broom to Harry's side. He looked at the boy who was a little dazed at this moment and shook his head slightly: "You persisted for 15 minutes."

As soon as he landed, Harry's feet had just stepped on the grass, when he saw Cedric galloping over, and hugged him excitedly: "Good job, Harry!"

"you are great!"

Followed by Cedric was Julian, who rarely smiled. She gently pushed the bangs on her forehead behind her ears, and then nodded to Harry.

"Well done, Harry Potter, right?" The two were embracing, when Beauxbaton's brave Fleur came over and looked at Harry admiringly: "You are very brave and smart."

Everyone could vividly remember Harry's actions just now, whether it was the maneuver of jumping from the air, or the heroism of standing on horseback, everyone admired them from the bottom of their hearts.

"Harry, I imagine that no one dares to question your identity as a brave man anymore." Cedric said happily, and at the same time, he reached out and patted the rune horse Edward beside Harry.

"Thanks to your help."

"Hiss." The rune horse snorted, then raised its head proudly. This should be its response, right?

After Harry, there was a wizard from Waggadu College. He dexterously transformed into a monkey on the back of the rune horse. Then, relying on the flexibility of the monkey and the fact that the opponent he drew was not strong enough, he successfully became The second brave man who persisted for 15 minutes.

From this point of view, the ability to become a magical animal can indeed play an unexpected role.

With the end of all the competitions in the first round, the sun gradually set. In the setting sun, the four teams of braves stood under the judges' seats, waiting for the four judges' marks.

"Please rate the brave team from Durmstrang Academy."

As the referee spoke, Karkaroff immediately opened his mouth and shouted: "Ten!"

"This damn guy!" Ron sat in the audience and yelled at Karkaroff: "You clown who only knows how to do dirty tricks!"

His shout resonated with other students. Krum's performance in the first stage was indeed a circle, but he didn't even complete the challenge in the second stage.

Why can you get full marks like this?

"Minister François, I think there is unfairness in the jury's scoring." The principal of Ouagadou College looked at him and said quietly: "Someone is destroying the fairness you are proud of."

"That's right." Madam Maxim also nodded, "I don't agree with Principal Karkaroff's behavior."

"Oh." Snape sneered, basically expressing his attitude.

"Principal Karkaroff, in my opinion, even the judges can't score randomly." Francois looked at him and nodded slightly: "The most important thing in the Goblet of Fire competition is fairness."

"Clown! Clown!" Accompanied by the silence of the judging panel, the voices of resistance from the little wizards grew louder. No one likes this kind of competition. Even Durmstrang's students felt ashamed. Heads are like a flock of ostriches.

"Okay...well...fair..." Karkaroff's face was extremely ugly, he looked around everyone, and then said: "Seven points."

"This is the lowest score I can give." He looked at the other three principals and said.

"Hmph." Snape snorted coldly and said immediately after him: "Five points."

"Six points." Madam Maxim was expressionless. It was obvious that she was a little annoyed by Karkaroff's attitude.

"Five points." Like Snape, the headmaster of Waggadu gave Krum a low score. In fact, judging from his performance, six points is a more appropriate score.

With Klum scoring an average of 5.75 in the second period, and averaging his first period scores, his score quickly went from a high of 8.6 to a 7.2.

As Krum walked off the stage a little dejected, everyone turned their attention to the brave men from Beauxbaton Academy, and they also undoubtedly failed...

"Five points." Karkaroff said slowly. No one said anything about the points he gave this time. After all, not only did Philip fail to win the game, he even maintained his escape style throughout the whole process.

It's not really in line with the brave point of view.

"Six points." Madam Maxim was a bit partial to her college, and she gave a passing grade.

On the other hand, Snape, his score was a little higher than everyone thought. Ash thought he would give five points, but Snape was willing to give Philip six points.

With Principal Waggadu scoring 6.6 points, Beauxbaton Academy's first round result was confirmed, which was an embarrassing [-] points.

This score made Fu Rong's face darken.

She left with her teammates almost as soon as she heard the result. Obviously, this blow made her feel a little angry.

"Next is the Goblet of Fire Warriors from Hogwarts. Their member Harry Potter performed amazingly in the last round. Not only was he the youngest, but he also managed to last 15 years in front of the Dragon Knight. minute." The narrator obviously prefers Harry Potter: "This brave kid really deserves our encouragement."

As he spoke, other young wizards also applauded. This time, even some Slytherin students applauded quietly. Obviously, Harry completely convinced most of them with his performance. people.

"Seven points." Kakarov paused, he looked at the contemptuous eyes cast by the young wizards around him and shook his head: "Seven points to five..."

"Five past nine." Madam Maxim said, "Harry's performance is outstanding, and I admire him very much."

Madam Maxim's words made Hagrid nodded happily: "Look at her, Ash, even she likes Harry."

"Huh." Ash nodded. Harry's performance was indeed good, and it was a bit beyond his expectations. Of course, his use of soul magic seemed to have further improved.

This is a good thing, at least it saves me a lot of trouble.

"Nine points." Snape raised his eyelids and didn't even look at Harry. He didn't seem to care about this kind of thing. He just glanced at Karkaroff playfully. Obviously, all his actions It was to mock this eccentric headmaster.

"Nine points." The principal of Waggadu coughed lightly, then nodded to Harry. He also admired Harry's performance just now. Similarly, he also began to be curious about that boy and girl.

As the scoring ended, Hogwarts' score immediately reached an astonishing 8.6 points.

This has far surpassed the students of Durmstrang and Beauxbatons.

Looking at the seething young Hogwarts wizards, Ash shook his head lightly. For some reason, he felt a little uneasy since the end of the game.

This uneasiness does not come from anywhere else, it just comes from his heart.

…………

"Phew, the next shift is only a few days away." On the roaring North Atlantic Ocean, a lonely island stands here, and several Aurors in coats are standing at the door talking casually.

"Since that Sirius escaped, the control has become more and more strict." Another Auror took over: "One shift a month..." He frowned and kicked a small stone away.

"Fudge is a bloody old thing."

"Hmph." The first Auror who spoke laughed: "You can't let him hear it, and I'll throw you in then."

"Throw it in?" Auror shook his head immediately: "Maybe I can easily escape from prison..."

While chatting, the two looked at the moon in the distant sky. It had to be said that watching the night scene by the calm seaside was a different kind of experience.

Of course, the premise is that behind you is not a prison with ghosts.

"Tsk tsk, what a big dark cloud." Auror rubbed his hands together and said, "It's probably going to rain again tonight."

"It's raining...it's raining every day..." His colleague said dissatisfiedly, and then kicked away the pebbles.

As the two talked, the dark cloud gradually approached, and with the approach of the dark cloud, the two Aurors felt inexplicable palpitations at the same time.

"James, do you feel..." Auror hadn't finished speaking when he saw a green light thrown out of the black mist and hit him.

Almost in the next second, he lay stiff on the ground, losing his vitality.

"Charles!" The Auror named James froze for a moment. He immediately raised his wand and waved it to stop the black mist, but another green light shot out, and he was knocked down almost before he could react.

As the two Aurors fell to the ground, the black mist slowly dissipated, and a man in a black robe walked out of it, and then stood quietly on the beach, holding a magic wand in his right hand, while his left hand gleamed with darkness of light.

"Who?" Almost a few seconds after he stood still, more than a dozen Aurors came out of Azkaban. All of them raised their wands high and looked nervously at the comer.

"Who?" The black-robed wizard chuckled and shook his head, then gently raised his left hand.

"Stupid!" "Disarm you!"

As soon as he made a move, these nervous Aurors waved their wands in their hands, trying to suppress this unkind prison robber with overwhelming wands.

"Hmph." The black-robed man just flicked his left hand, and the thick darkness quickly emerged from it, and then turned into hundreds of black snakes and swept towards the Aurors.

"what!"

As soon as the big black snake touched the Aurors, it emitted a terrifying darkness erosion, turning them into black rotting dust in an instant and drifting directly into the sea with the sea breeze.

"Vulnerable."

The man took off his hood, revealing his original appearance. His pale face was covered with black lines, and his dark eyes revealed arrogance and death.

"Voldemort, Voldemort!" The only sober Auror yelled and stepped back, but just as he pushed into Azkaban, he felt the cold air coming from behind him.

At some point, the dementors had already surrounded him, and then slowly gave him the last and deadliest goodbye kiss.

"boom!"

With a flick of Voldemort's wand, he blasted open the gate of Azkaban prison, and then walked through the dense dementors step by step.

"You... don't let other people in." Voldemort quietly told the dementors: "Especially Dumbledore..."

After he finished speaking, he walked into the prison area on his own. The corridor was full of lying Aurors. They were all killed by the dementors who had already betrayed. With Voldemort.

"Lord Dark Lord, please help me, I am willing to serve you!" A prisoner waved his arm to show his loyalty to Voldemort.

"Noisy." Voldemort raised his hand and a green light flashed, and the Killing Curse hit the prisoner directly to kill him.

Following his negative example, the other prisoners locked silently in a corner, watching the dreaded Voldemort walk past them.

But when they breathed a sigh of relief, the dementors surged up and sucked their souls out in a chill.

In the end, Voldemort slowly came to the restricted area, which is the high-level prisoner area. All the people he was looking for were here.

"Bang." With a flick of his wand, he tore open the metal door in front of him, and then walked in slowly.

"Dark Lord, Lord Dark Lord?" The messy-haired woman sat in the corner and watched Voldemort appear. She immediately leaned on the railing excitedly.

"Bella, you are free." Voldemort said lightly, and then with a flick of his wand, all the barriers were opened in an instant, and all the Death Eaters imprisoned by the Ministry of Magic in the past came out excitedly.

They looked eagerly at the man in front of them, and then they all knelt down in respect or fear.

"To Malfoy Manor..." Voldemort said to them, and with a flick of his wand, gave them the Aurors' wands.

With a sound of "whoosh", these Death Eaters quickly left Azkaban, until finally, only Voldemort stood quietly.

The endless darkness enveloped him as if to engulf him.

"You're here, aren't you, Dumbledore?" He turned his head and saw the old man standing at the end of the corridor, but this time the old man's face was not calm, on the contrary, his face was as cold as ice.

"Long time no see, Tom."

(End of this chapter)