Chapter 182 Mr. Potter, you can’t do this

There was silence in the arena.

Hermione took the lead in cheering, and Ron followed suit by pulling several fireworks, which exploded in the air. Shouts and celebrations began one after another, gradually becoming thunderous.

Harry looked expressionless and waved his wand, the bottle was separated from the Sorting Hat, and a trickle of dragon's blood poured in. In the blink of an eye, all the blood rushed in.

He then dug out the bag containing the motorcycle from under his breastplate, and put the fire dragon's body and head into it in full view of everyone.

Then he slowly walked to the dragon's nest and raised the golden egg.

"Very good, we see that Mr. Potter has got the golden egg that belongs to him!" Ludo stammered, his voice no longer so impassioned, "His performance was very heroic! He deserves to be called Gryffindor!"

This last sentence is profound and complex.

"Then please Mr. Porter go to the medical tent next to you and accept it." Ludo also wanted to say "accept treatment".

But he was not blind, and Harry was not injured during the whole process. On the contrary, the fire dragon needed treatment - if the fire dragon whose head was beheaded could still be saved.

"Mr. Porter, please rest for a minute and give us time to score your performance." Ludo paused for a long time before continuing, "Each referee can give a maximum of ten points, and the total score of the five judges will be counted as the score."

"And this snakeskin armor is also the skin of a thousand-year-old basilisk."

"Shit!" Hermione's face changed, "She doesn't even give you full marks for your performance?"

"Now please go to the tent to receive treatment and wait for us to score."

The little wizards don't believe it.

Ludo gritted his teeth and spat: "Okay, since Karkaroff insists so much, we should respect his scoring standards as a referee, and hope that he can continue to do so in the future."

He turned his head and looked at Ron. His brother's expression remained unchanged and he was very calm. He seemed to be used to Harry spending money like this.

"Quiet!" Ludo put his wand against his throat and continued to increase his volume. "Everyone, please be quiet. We will ensure fair scoring."

To say that there is no shining point of courage in the little lion who can represent Gryffindor is like scolding Ravenclaw for not being able to enter the common room and Hufflepuff not being able to find the kitchen.

After the arena was rearranged, the green dragon was sent into the arena by the wizards, and Ludo announced Fleur's entrance.

"Harry, long time no see." He looked at Harry, reached out to hold Ron over, and rubbed his hair, "You really caused us a big trouble this time."

"It's my trophy." Harry interrupted.

The Ministry of Magic official interrupted: "Mr. Weasley, now is not the time for you to reminisce about the past. We have business."

"Let us congratulate Mr. Porter for scoring forty-three points in the first round!"

One hundred, four hundred, two thousand.

These huge numbers made him a little breathless.

He was very anxious. The British Ministry of Magic signed an agreement with the Romanian Dragon Farm. If something happened to the fire dragon, they would have to compensate!

"Then you should explain this rule clearly before the game." Harry stood up. He was about the same height as the Ministry of Magic official, "instead of telling me this after the game is over."

Harry walked back to the tent.

Soon, she opened the curtain and walked in.

"You must dare to take responsibility instead of just blaming it on me, a little wizard."

"Mr. Potter, I think we can talk." The Ministry of Magic official said in an earnest tone.

Ron also gritted his teeth and scratched Crookshanks painfully. He received a slap on the face before he quickly let go of his hand.

Madam Pomfrey yawned and took out a bottle of demulcent potion: "Would you like a sip? You just fought with the fire dragon, well, if that counts as a fight."

Charlie smiled.

But the scores have already been scored, and Karkaroff has no intention of changing them.

"Mr. Karkaroff, the audience needs an explanation." His tone was not very good.

But Harry performed so well and was awarded such points.

You are shameless, the Ministry of Magic still wants you!

The Ministry of Magic official was startled.

The Ministry of Magic official gritted his teeth: "But that is the property of the Romanian Dragon Farm."

during this long time.

Harry looked at him with an expressionless expression: "Mr. Ludo never told me that there is a rule in the Triwizard Tournament that prohibits killing fire dragons."

"Now you can think about it." Harry said with a serious expression.

Hermione's eyes widened in surprise: "How dare he! Harry, you give him four points for this kind of performance?"

"This is unfair to me. Do you know how much preparation I have made to slay the dragon?"

Hermione snatched Crookshanks away, pointed it at Karkaroff, pressed it against his ear, and whispered: "Did you see it? You and Hedwig have been together for the past few days to gather your little ones.

Partner, give him some trouble!"

"Fire dragon, that is a fire dragon." The Ministry of Magic official clenched his fists and was very angry, but did not dare to raise his voice too loudly, "Mr. Potter, how could you kill it."

"Although we all know that Mr. Potter deserves better marks."

"Professor McGonagall was also very surprised." Hermione clenched her fists, "She was amazed at your Transfiguration, and she kept telling the seventh-grade students to learn from you, and even if they are half the level, they can still pass the exam.

Got an 'O'."

More stinky dung eggs were thrown at Karkaroff, and George even started selling them on the spot. Professor McGonagall closed her eyes and hypnotized herself: "I fell asleep, I couldn't see anything."

He is not the Ministry of Magic, so he just sells the fire dragon in advance to gain profits. For them, the impact will not be great.

Shit!

Sirius Black, this name is astonishing.

The other little wizards also started cursing.

"Even if this is an unexpected situation, it is still your fault." Harry raised his hand and patted his shoulder, "If you had told me in advance, I wouldn't have made so many preparations and spent so much money.

"

He sighed and walked out of the tent in despair. Those two were not easy to talk to. The Ministry of Magic was really going to bleed hard this time.

I know you are partial.

The Ministry of Magic official's face turned a little green.

The more Fred cursed, the angrier he became. He took out a stinky dung egg from his pocket, estimated the distance, and found that he couldn't throw it with his own strength. He took out his wand again, waved it lightly, and the stinky dung egg shot towards the card like an arrow.

Karloff shot.

Harry said nothing and looked at him indifferently.

"I think it's reasonable. He may be really good, but don't forget the purpose of the game."

Charlie walked into the tent, followed by a Ministry of Magic official.

"Thank you." Harry shook his head.

Harry continued: "The potion I drank costs about a hundred galleons a bottle."

"Then you go contact my godfather and Uncle Remus." Harry nodded, "I am only a fourteen-year-old wizard, you should contact my guardian for these matters."

"Damn it! How could he be so unfair?"

"Shit!" Fred blushed, jumped up from the audience, and grabbed George's shoulders, "Shadow, this is shady!"

The last person, Karkaroff of Durmstrang, raised his wand with a sullen face, black ribbons spurted out, twisted in the air, and finally turned into a number "4".

As he said that, he paused and thought for a while: "And other useless potions."

Madam Pomfrey took the potion back: "It would be great if the next two little wizards could be like you.

Ludo cleared his throat: "Now let's think about it and start grading, ladies first, let's start with Ms. Maxim."

Ludo is the fourth one. His wand also sprays out golden and red ribbons, and he gets the same perfect score.

Karkaroff cast a spell on himself and said in a bleak tone: "Mr. Potter's performance is indeed excellent, but this game tests courage. I can't see any shining points of courage in him. I just marvel at him."

For his level of Charms and Transfiguration, give him four points."

Dumbledore smiled happily, raised his wand, and golden and red ribbons spurted out. Undoubtedly, it was also a perfect score.

His words angered the little wizards even more.

Madam Pomfrey noticed the restless magic on him: "Would you like a bottle of tranquilizer? Your magic seems to be"

Charlie sighed: "Well, actually you should have guessed that we came here to ask you to return the body of the fire dragon to us."

Compared with Harry, she was a little embarrassed, her long skirt was burned to her knees, her hair was a little burnt, and there were a few scratches on her face. As soon as she entered the tent, she found Madam Pomfrey aggrievedly and asked for treatment first.

Scars and burns on the face can be relieved for a while.

While they were talking.

The Ministry of Magic official was dumbfounded. He was not very good at mathematics and could not calculate how many years it would take him to earn this amount of money.

After saying that, he paused: "You can kill the fire dragon with lightning speed before we can react."
To be continued...