Chapter 313 The End of the Cup of Fire

A complex emotion of unwillingness and fear arose in Harry's heart.

"No, it's impossible... I'm the champion... It must be..." Harry muttered, he suddenly raised his head, stretched out his hands, and tightly grasped the handles on both sides of the Goblet of Fire.

The Goblet of Fire remained the same in Harry's hand, without any change.

At this time, Bagman also reacted. He raised his wand and aimed at the Goblet of Fire, and quickly said in an inaudible low voice: "Extinguish, Goblet of Fire!"

The blue flame on the Goblet of Fire gradually weakened at a speed visible to the naked eye, and it was about to go out.

Suddenly-

The mouth of the Goblet of Fire made a "bang" sound, and a flame comparable to the breath of a dragon was sprayed upwards. A golden light flashed faintly on the cup body. Harry only felt a strong force coming from his chest, as if he was hit hard by the troll's wooden stick. The whole person was shaken away like a kite with a broken string, and then his eyes went black and he was unconscious.

"Harry!——" Mrs. Weasley and Ron screamed, and they hurried to Harry to check on him.

Bagman stood there blankly, looking at a loss.

Dumbledore's beard twitched slightly, and he sighed softly. He was always resourceful and strategizing, but he was also a little tired. He always felt that one wave after another had not settled. It seemed that he had never experienced this feeling when he designed to fight against Grindelwald, who had the power of prophecy.

He pointed his wand to his throat again and shouted loudly: "Quiet, please keep quiet."

He walked to the podium, put his head close to the Goblet of Fire and observed it carefully. After a while, he raised his head and continued: "Because there was a little accident during the game, the referees could not determine the winner of tonight's game-according to the rules, Harry Potter, who was the first to return from the maze with the Goblet of Fire, is undoubtedly the best candidate we unanimously agree on..."

After all, it was the respected Dumbledore who was speaking. Even if the young wizards disagreed with his words in their hearts, most of them would choose to respect Dumbledore and still listen to his speech quietly. Although, there were still some boos from the Slytherin audience.

"But, unfortunately, Harry doesn't seem to be the champion recognized by the Goblet of Fire, and he was also affected by the magic attached to the Goblet of Fire-" Dumbledore turned his head to the Gryffindor audience and said, "Don't worry, he is not really hurt, as long as he rests for a night, he will recover-" Dumbledore paused, and then continued: "Down, let's invite another warrior in tonight's game to come up, please give applause-Sharin Malfoy!"

It's hard to say what Shalin feels at the moment.

Although he was a little unwilling before, he was actually prepared to lose the championship honor-after all, his performance in the Triwizard Tournament was there, and anyone with a discerning eye knew that Shalin was the most worthy of the title among the four warriors. Even if there was any loss to his reputation by losing a symbolic championship, it was estimated to be quite limited.

This loss and recovery came too quickly, and he didn't feel anything now.

Xie Ling straightened his wizard robe, with his usual smile on his face, and walked leisurely to the podium - no excited roar, no excited scream, no wanton publicity, as if this was what he deserved, so natural.

The sound of cheering and jumping came from the high stands, echoing throughout the deep sky.

Xie Ling strode to the Goblet of Fire, closed his eyes, and reached out to touch the Goblet of Fire.

The Goblet of Fire made a clear sound, and the mouth of the cup suddenly radiated a dazzling orange-red light. Two extremely gorgeous colorful light feathers shot from the mouth of the cup into the air, spraying out the time that was like a fountain.

It was clearly night at this moment, and the gorgeous and magical light of the Goblet of Fire enveloped the entire venue. The world fell into ethereal and psychedelic in an instant, like a fairyland.

Here it comes again... Dumbledore's beard trembled. Although his heart was not about to collapse at this moment, it was almost there - couldn't this little guy stop pretending for a day?

Fudge, Ms. Maxime, and Karkaroff stood up at the same time in the referee's seat, staring at the brilliant Goblet of Fire in amazement.

Is this still magic?

The young wizards in the audience shouted in shock, intoxicated by the light of the Goblet of Fire in front of them.

"It's so beautiful..." Astoria said in ecstasy, and immediately won the approval of Zhang Qiu, Susan, and Murray beside her.

"This is the bond between the warrior and the golden cup... It's legendary..." Luna said words that others could not understand like a dream, but at this moment everyone was immersed in the colorful light, and no one paid attention to what she said.

The light of the Goblet of Fire suddenly turned into a light milky white and gradually dimmed.

The flame on the rim of the cup disappeared without anyone noticing.

Dumbledore nodded to Bagman.

Bagman pointed his wand at his throat and said loudly: "Let us congratulate Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry - Shaylin Malfoy again!"

Thunderous applause rang out again.

"This Triwizard Tournament lasted for eight months and achieved a successful result with the strong support of the Ministry of Magic and the International Confederation of Wizards." Bagman certainly did not forget to publicize the achievements of the Ministry of Magic. "During the competition, the warriors of each magic school fully carried forward the spirit of not fearing strong opponents, striving for the first place, and striving for the best, and achieved a double harvest of project results and spiritual civilization. Here I would like to express my warmest congratulations to all the warriors!"

Then, he encouraged and praised the participating warriors: "The competition field is full of tension, fierceness, friendship and festive atmosphere. The warriors fought hard, fully exerted their high-level magic, and competed with their level and style."

Eleanor, who had recovered, was full of admiration on her face. She was not sad that she did not win the trophy.

Katarina Monroe's expression was very complicated. This time, the family took action for the promise of the Walpurgis Knights, not only did the mission fail, but also offended the Malfoy family, and finally got nothing. This made her feel a little frustrated, but at the same time, she was relieved because the event finally ended.

Bagman, who was very good at dealing with people, did not forget the contributions of the referees: "In addition to the hard work of the Ministry of Magic, we should not forget Professor Dumbledore, Ms. Maxim, and Professor Karkaroff, who represented the three schools respectively. They were meticulous, responsible and stayed at their posts. All this fully demonstrated the spirit of unity and self-improvement in the magic world. Here, on behalf of all the wizards who care about the Triwizard Cup, I would like to express my cordial greetings and sincere thanks to the referees."

He concluded: "Now I declare that this Triwizard Tournament has successfully concluded! Let's see you in five years!"

Listening to Bagman's impassioned speech, everyone's eyes were only focused on Schelling, and the reporters completely ignored Bagman and kept flashing the spotlights of their cameras at Schelling on the podium.

In the shadow of the corner where no one noticed, Mrs. Weasley and Ron struggled to put Harry on the stretcher that had been conjured up. Mrs. Weasley then lifted the unconscious Harry with a levitation spell, and the three of them staggered step by step towards the school hospital.

As for what happened to the famous savior Harry Potter, for the first time in history, no one cared...