Chapter 569: End of the Game

alive?

This word seems to be common to everyone.

But Fanlin knew what this meant to Harry, or what it meant to himself.

Look at that Hungarian horn-tailed dragon?

There were stones that he smashed into pieces and the melted ground inside the venue. If Harry hadn't reacted quickly enough, even with the protection of the potion, the rocket crossbow wouldn't have been able to survive.

Falling from a high altitude and being eaten by a fire dragon seems to be a high probability.

Then there are the bad things.

Looking back, whether it was Fan Lin or Harry, what they experienced was fatal enough.

For example, the basilisk, or those bad things Fan Lin saw.

It can be said that every time they enter the season of seeking death, their lives are always hanging.

"I think we need to strengthen you in all aspects, Harry." Fan Lin said, "At least those spells you used are really bad."

Harry shrugged.

Several people laughed, and everyone could see that Fan Lin didn't mean what he said.

But Harry still nodded. It is not difficult to imagine that the first level is the fire dragon, then the second level or the third level...

This could easily cost him his life in the Three Witches Fighting Competition.

"Come on, Harry, they're going to show you your score."

After picking up the golden egg and the rocket crossbow, Harry felt extremely happy. He was definitely happier than he could have imagined an hour ago. He bent down and left the tent quickly. Ron was beside him, and the two of them talked as they walked quickly.

Ron seemed to have opened the door to a new world. He was very able to describe the performances of the three contestants to Harry using his own words and... uh... body language.

In fact, the focus is still on Furong. In the eyes of all the little wizards, Furong's performance is the most amazing.

Of course, we can’t expect too much from an animal’s eyes.

Ron took a deep breath as he and Harry reached the fence.

Now that the Hungarian Horntail had been led away, Harry could see the five judges sitting there - at the other end in high chairs draped with gold cloth.

"Everyone's on a ten-point scale," Ron said, and Harry glanced sideways into the field and saw the first judge - Madame Maxime - raising her wand in the air. A long, silver ribbon-like object shot out and twisted into a figure 8 in the air.

"Not bad!" Ron said, and the audience applauded. "I see she deducted some points for your shoulder injury."

Mr. Crouch followed up by shooting a number 9 into the air.

"The situation looks good!" Ron shouted, patting Harry hard on the back.

The one who came down was Dumbledore, who also gave 9 points. The crowd cheered louder than ever.

Ruth Bagg was stunned - 10 points.

"10 points?" Harry couldn't believe it. "But, I'm injured. What is he playing at?"

"Harry, stop complaining!" Ron said excitedly as Karkaroff raised his wand. He paused for a moment, and then shot the same number - 4.

"What?" Ron yelled angrily. "Only 4 points, you partial and cheap scumbag, but you gave Krum 10 points!"

But Harry didn't care at all, even if Karkaroff gave him zero points, he didn't care. Ron's indignation for him was worth 100 points in itself, and everyone was cheating. Regarding Karkaroff's identity, This is not difficult to understand.

Of course he didn't tell Ron this, but as he turned and walked away from the fence he felt extremely relaxed. And it wasn't just Ron, nor was it just Gryffindor who was in the crowd cheering him on just now.

In that situation, when everyone realized the difficulties he was facing, most of the students sided with him and Cedric helped him. He no longer minded Slytherin. He could now withstand any of their problems. Attacked.

"Harry! You two, you and Krum, it's a tie!" Charlie Weasley hurriedly walked up to them as they left to go back to school.

"Look, I gotta run, I gotta get Mame and Owl off, I sent the police to tell her what happened - it was incredible! Oh yeah - they told me to tell you to wait a little longer A few minutes. Bagmon would like to have a few words with you."

Ron said he could wait, so Harry went back into the tent, which now looked very different: it had a friendly, welcoming atmosphere. He recalled the feeling when he dodged the dragon, and compared it with the long wait before leaving the tent, it was a world of difference. The wait was indescribably terrible.

Fleur, Cedric and Krum were all here.

Half of Cedric's face was covered with a thick layer of orange paste, presumably to treat his wounds. He grinned when he saw Harry. "Well done, Harry."

"You too." Harry smiled too.

"You all did a great job!" Ruth Bagmon said as she entered the tent, looking as happy as if he had crossed a dragon himself.

"Now let's talk briefly. You have a long and good rest before the second task. It will be carried out at 9:30 in the morning on February 25th - but we also have something to test during this time. It’s a test of your brains! If you look at the golden eggs in your hands, you will see them cracked. Do you see the chain inside? You have to decipher the hint inside the egg - because the hint will tell you the second item. What is the mission and help you prepare! Are you sure? Okay, you can go!"

Harry left the tent and joined Ron again. They began to walk back around the woods, discussing animatedly. Harry wanted to hear more carefully how other warriors completed their tasks.

Then, just as they passed the bushes where Harry hid when he first heard the dragon roar, a witch jumped out from behind them.

It turned out to be Rita Skeeter.

In fact, Harry had always been very suspicious of Rita's taste. She always dressed as badly as possible. Is this the image of a reporter for the Daily Prophet?

Or rather, the image of Rita?

She was wearing a dark green robe today, which made her look like a toad lying in a pond, if Neville didn't skimp on his lousy potions.

"Congratulations, Harry!" She smiled at Harry. "Can you talk to me for a few minutes? How do you feel about facing the dragon? How do you feel about the fairness of the rating now?"

"Okay, I can talk to you for a word." Harry said savagely, "Goodbye."

He was annoyed by Rita Skeeter. Everyone who had come into contact with her would be like this. Perhaps it was right for Fanlin to leave early. He was also a topic of conversation. If he was caught by Rita Skeeter, Harry could hardly imagine what Fanlin's face would be like. (To be continued)