In fact, the game can continue, after all, Cedric has not yet collected all the fragments.
However, the members of the judging panel believed that it was impossible for Cedric to collect all the fragments. Because Fleur had one fragment in her hand, and Krum had already obtained three fragments. Even if the remaining three fragments were all taken by Cedric
Put it in your bag, and the fragments in the hands of other warriors are not so easy to grab.
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 owls into the Forbidden Forest were the fire dragon researchers invited by the Ministry of Magic and the gamekeeper Hagrid. They had to find a way.
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." The corner of Cedric's mouth curled up, "We should go back."
Of course the way back is not to walk back, they plan 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 put it on the door key. The next second, the three of them appeared in the center of the Hogwarts Quidditch pitch. Fleur and Crewe
Mu also appeared next to them one after another. The stadium burst into overwhelming applause.
"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 responded to with even warmer applause, cheers from Hogwarts students, and several fireworks.
Although Jordan sounded like Cedric had already locked up the No. 1 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 didn't come to congratulate Cedric, he came to see his good student.
In the match just now, Tom and Hermione shined brilliantly. If Cedric failed to gain the support of these two people, the match would probably 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 I can sell some of your peripherals-"
Tom:……
The three of them walked all the way to the first aid tent where Madam Pomfrey was, amidst the congratulations of everyone.
At this time, many volunteers participating in the competition have been received into the tent. The interior of the tent was divided into many small grids to allow the patients to have 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 lot of noise.
"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. At this time, Madam Pomfrey looked anxious, obviously because too many students were injured during the competition.
She circled around the three of them a few times, and then gave each of them a cup of blue potion.
"Okay, after drinking the potion,
After a minute's rest, you can watch the score of the game." After arranging the three people, Madam Pomfrey walked out of the cubicle 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 fragments. 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 on the field.
He knew that each referee could give a maximum of ten points, and the three student representatives would discuss a score together.
Krum and Fleur were also standing there, waiting for the judges to score.
The referees discussed 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 are more tolerant.
After some discussion, they first gave Furong a score. Because Furong's competition process was so 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 30 points, plus a magic ring fragment can add up to 2 points. Furong's final score is 32 points.
Because there were more battles, Krum's performance was a bit more impressive than Fleur's. He took away 34 points from the judges, and scored a total of 40 points including the magic ring fragments.
When Cedric saw a fragment of the magic ring, his heart stopped beating because of the excitement.
What is the concept of taking twenty-three fragments? Even if the judges all give him zero points, his score can still be ranked first.
So he stood there calmly, waiting for the results to come out.
"Cedric Diggory, obtain twenty-three magic ring fragments, totaling 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 fragments, the judges began to score. First came Madame Maxime, who had a golden "7" on the tip of her wand - she was still impressed by Cedric's cleverness when facing the Sphinx.
Quite dissatisfied. And from beginning to end, she always felt that Cedric was invincible.
If Fleur can also get help from Tom, who will get your turn? Didn't you see how many of these twenty-three pieces were earned by Tom?
Bagman generously gave ten points, Dumbledore restrained himself a little and gave nine points, and after a dispute, the trio gave eight points - the same as Karkaroff.
The fact that Karkarov scored eight points is quite surprising. Everyone thought he was going to make a fuss about his lying down victory, but in the end he died down. This made many people who are familiar with Karkaroff
People were shocked.
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 the Gryffindors, Ravenclaws, and Slivers.
Trin, everyone is applauding this handsome senior.
In their view, Cedric, who was far ahead in scores, had taken the lead.
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 had smooth blond hair, and the other had smooth blond hair.
The color is pale yellow.
These two people were none other than 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 was obvious that without a few good moves, black's chess would eventually fall into defeat.
"Lucius, I'm not a child anymore. I'm not interested in those ordinary games." Barty Crouch Jr. doesn't 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 what he meant clearly, 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 mission with his precious son?" Barty Crouch Jr. gently touched the black chess piece in his hand, his eyes burning. He was looking for flaws in the white chess piece.
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." When little Barty heard what Lucius said, he immediately understood that Draco Malfoy had not made any progress, and there was a playful expression on the corner of his mouth.
smile.
"The master's grand plan has reached a critical juncture. By then... Hogwarts, the Ministry of Magic, Dumbledore, and Bones will all 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. Is Voldemort capable of conquering the entire magical world? Lucius didn't know. When Voldemort was at the height of his power,
The main sphere of influence is also in the British Isles.
Unless he eliminates Dumbledore's power in one fell swoop, he can just listen to the big pie of conquering the wizarding world. Besides, Lucius is not so concerned about Voldemort's grand plan. He cares more about the interests of his own 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 playing 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 in his hand onto the chessboard and voluntarily admitted defeat.
After admitting defeat, Lucius raised his head and glanced at the clock on the wall, a trace of imperceptible disgust flashing across his face.
He had no objection to the gathering taking up his precious rest time. Maybe he couldn'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 right 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.uuRead
Every week he would set a day to summon his servants in the manor. Everyone except Snape, who had a special status, had to attend.
Today is the day of the Death Eaters' weekly gathering.
Lucius Malfoy took Barty Crouch Jr. into a somewhat dim living room. The windows in the room were closed tightly, and only the chandelier on the ceiling provided a weak light source. Under the chandelier,
There is a long table with 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 next to the guest of honor's seat and were the right-hand men 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 smile on his face to please
smile.
Finally, a figure appeared at the door, and the hall fell silent for an instant. These Death Eaters, who were able to make waves outside, did not dare to take a breath at this time.
Voldemort is coming.
He walked quietly past the long table, came to the seat reserved for him at the head of the table, and sat down. Behind him, there was a series of [email protected]@ noises, and a huge python climbed up the long table and was eating.
The Dead Apostle's gaze wandered down to Voldemort.
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