Chapter 183 Who Is It? (Resigned as Leader for CK, 745)

Furong's score came out quickly.

Compared to Harry, she fares a little worse.

Although Veela magic is indeed outstanding, even enough to charm a dragon, the beast only wants to eat the beautiful "food" and will not show mercy to the flowers.

Ms. Maxim scored a perfect score, which made the little wizards curse.

Harry gave him nine points, but he actually gave him ten points for this kind of performance?

Ludo and the others were very fair in their ratings. Both people from the Ministry of Magic gave it six points, and Dumbledore gave it seven points. He has always been tolerant to young wizards.

But when Karkaroff gave the score, Gryffindor's curses became louder, and the stinky turd eggs spewed out at him again - Karkaroff gave Fleur a five-point score, which was still very low.

But Harry only had four points!

Why did she get five points!

Karkaroff's expression remained unchanged as the mountain collapsed in front of him, and he paid no attention to these little wizards.

The result still made the young wizards at Hogwarts very happy. Fleur's final score was only thirty-four, a full nine points behind Harry.

Krum appears last.

He was greeted with a burst of boos - because his principal had made him, who was originally very popular, less popular now.

This has no impact on him. As a Quidditch superstar in the wizarding world, his mentality has always been very good.

He did it slightly faster than Fleur, and was not injured. He only angered the fire dragon and let it crush a few eggs, which made the Ministry of Magic official blush a little - very good, the Ministry of Magic spent hundreds more. Galleons.

Madame Maxime gave him a seven - she was angry that Karkaroff gave Fleur a low score.

Umbridge hesitated for a moment and scored eight points.

Ludo was not polite at all and scored four points, which aroused the dissatisfaction of Krum's fanatical fans, but they did not dare to make too much noise, while the little wizards of Hufflepuff and Gryffindor were rejoicing next to them.

Dumbledore gave a score of eight. He was fair and objective. He was conscientiously performing his duties as a referee and would not abuse this power, even if it was very small, it was only for one year.

Karkaroff is very partial, and he doesn't even hide his partiality.

No one sets off fireworks for Krum, he sets them off for Krum.

A huge number "10" exploded in the air.

There were constant jeers and curses.

But no matter how biased he was, Krum's final score was only thirty-six, only two points higher than Fleur, occupying second place with a slight advantage.

Ludo quickly walked back to the tent.

He smiled brightly: "Congratulations to the three warriors! You all performed very well."

Fleur curled her lips and Krum's face turned gloomy.

Compared with Harry's relaxed and carefree state, they were by no means outstanding.

Ludo only had eyes for Harry, not both of them.

"But the first round is just the beginning. I dare say the second round will be more difficult than this." Ludo smiled, clapped his hands and made a crisp sound, "The next project will be on February 20 next year. Starting at 9:30 am on the 4th.”

"You have more than three months to prepare."

"Of course, according to the tradition of the Triwizard Tournament, I still won't tell you any clues for the second round, but a small hint is still okay."

"You guys, look at the golden egg in your hands. Did you find that it can be opened? The golden egg contains information about the second round. However, it will not tell you plainly. You need to use your brains and use your wisdom. , solve the mystery.”

"Do you understand everything?"

The three nodded.

Ludo looked at Harry, hesitated to speak, finally sighed and said nothing more.

He left the tent.

Harry also walked out with Hermione and Ron, walking around the Forbidden Forest towards the castle.

Krum and Fleur also planned to go back to rest, but they didn't receive the same treatment as Harry. Before they could get out of the tent, they were stopped by Rita, holding a quill and a small notebook in her hands, with a fake look on her face. Another greasy smile: "Two warriors, please wait a moment! I have some interviews that I would like to ask you two to cooperate with."

"How would you rate your performance in the first round? And how would you rate your opponents?"

"Do you think there is any unfair scoring by the referee?"

Fleur was not angry and glared at her: "You should ask Potter, not us. He was the winner of the first round."

Krum said nothing, but nodded.

Rita's smile faltered.

Didn't she want to ask?

She just simply didn't dare.

"Please answer my question first, and then we can discuss Mr. Potter, okay?" Rita pretended not to understand Fleur's words, her voice was sweet, and she continued to ask.

On the way back to the castle.

They didn't take the previous road because it was too crowded, so they took another road that was farther away and no one cared about.

Ron put Crook's Peak on his head, took the golden egg from Harry's hand, and looked at it carefully: "This is the golden egg, it doesn't seem to be gold."

"Brass and silver," Harry replied casually. "The Ministry of Magic is reluctant to use gold."

Ron was a little disappointed: "Well, I thought such a big one was made of gold. After all, you have to pass through a fire dragon."

"Fire dragons are much more valuable than gold." Hermione shook her head and looked at Harry, eager to try. "Harry, can you sell me some dragon blood? Some potions and alchemy require this."

Harry took out his wand and was about to put it on the Sorting Hat. He suddenly stopped, raised his head, and looked forward.

A faint breath.

His face changed slightly, and he took out the Marauder's Map.

Hermione and Ron also noticed something, and they took out their wands and looked around.

On the map, names appeared densely from the edge of the Forbidden Forest, heading towards the castle. Harry stretched out his finger to determine the direction - but the breath was not on the map, it was at the edge of the Forbidden Forest, just a little bit away, the map could capture him.

Was he on guard against himself? He knew that he might have something like the Marauder's Map in his hand.

Or was it just an accident? He was cautious enough.

The breath was still and did not escape. He hadn't noticed that Harry had discovered him.

"What happened?" Hermione asked in a low voice.

"The Death Eater from the night of the Quidditch World Cup appeared." Harry lowered his voice and waved his wand lightly. Several dead branches under his feet spread and rushed towards the breath, "Maybe he was the one who put my name into the Goblet of Fire."

Wait for the vines to get closer.

With a whoosh - they formed a large net with their fangs and claws, and pounced on the breath.

Harry waved his wand again.

Lock the shadow and lock the shape!

He asked Professor Flitwick for the counter spell of Apparition and learned it. Although according to the Ministry of Magic, Winky had been killed, who knows if there would be another house-elf around him.

The breath did not disappear, nor did it move, just quietly staying there.

No resistance?

Harry drew out the snake bone sword and walked towards it.

Hermione and Ron were about to follow.

Harry waved his hand and shook his head, and the two of them stopped immediately.

He walked over carefully. Under the wooden net, there was no person or creature, empty, nothing.

The breath was still there, but the eyes could not see it.

The senses would not deceive themselves.

Harry waved his wand, and a wooden stick turned into a hand, grabbed the center of the net, and lifted up a transparent object, revealing the empty space underneath.

The invisibility cloak stained with the breath of the Death Eater.

The smell was very thick, and it had been with the Death Eater for a long time, but it was a little light, and it had been abandoned here for a long time, at least more than a month.

Harry used the Transfiguration Charm to tie it up, waved his wand, and let it float behind him.

"No one?" Hermione asked.

Harry nodded: "There is only an invisibility cloak, which belongs to the Death Eater. I don't know why it was abandoned here."

"That Death Eater has been in the castle?" Ron's face turned pale.

Harry shook his head: "I take out the Marauder's Map every day to check it, and there are no unexpected names."

"Maybe he used some magic to cover up his name." Hermione frowned and made a guess, "It's impossible that you have the Marauder's Map and you haven't been able to find him, and Professor Dumbledore is also making the Marauder's Map?"

"It's possible, but it's difficult." Harry thought, "He may not know that I have the Marauder's Map, and this requires a very high level of magic. At least in the school, besides Professor Dumbledore and me, there are only four deans."

"Other professors don't have this level, including Professor Moody."

Hermione frowned even tighter.

"And the invisibility cloak has been abandoned there for a long time." Harry continued, "At least a month, maybe longer, do you think of anything?"

Hermione immediately said: "Astronomy class in the evening!"

Ron also spoke at the same time: "The fake Professor Moody was caught."

"I also think of what happened that night." Harry glanced at the invisibility cloak, "That night, in addition to the Ministry of Magic, Barty Crouch, and the house-elf named Winky, there was an unknown person present."

Ron thought of something and gritted his teeth: "He used the Imperius Curse to control Mr. Barty Crouch and let him be the scapegoat?"

"Let Mr. Crouch bear this crime, Percy has been very depressed during this period."

Harry didn't speak or move.

Hermione looked at him, as if she could sense his inner thoughts: "Maybe, there are two Barty Crouchs?"

"The Barty Crouch in the school is real, and the Barty Crouch in the Ministry of Magic that Mr. Scrimgeour said is also real."

"They are all Barty Crouch, so they can both command Winky. The one who died that night was the Barty Crouch in the Ministry of Magic, and the Barty Crouch in the school escaped."

Ron was stunned and shook his head: "How is it possible? There is only Mr. Crouch in the Crouch family."

"His son is also called Barty Crouch." Hermione said softly.

Ron shook his head more violently: "Little Crouch is dead."

"Only one more Crouch can explain these things clearly." Hermione raised her hand and rubbed her temple, "Harry has confirmed that Mr. Barty Crouch is not the Death Eater at the Quidditch World Cup."

Harry whispered: "Wait for Rita's news, I'll urge her again tonight."

Ron grabbed his chin and frowned in thought.

He was still thinking about Hermione's words - "Why does it take another Crouch to explain these things clearly."

They walked towards the castle and waited until they reached the Black Lake.

Harry looked back at the Forbidden Forest. The forest was deep and quiet. Occasionally, some sniffers sneaked around to escape from the Forbidden Forest. Whether it was Beauxbatons, the shipwreck of Durmstrang, or Hogwarts Castle, they were all very tempting to them.

Just like himself, he was also very tempting to the unknown Death Eater.

At night, at night.

At twelve o'clock, in the lounge, the little lions went back to rest after the carnival. There were classes tomorrow, Wednesday.

Only three of the little ones were still sitting by the fireplace.

A ladybug quietly flew in and landed on the armrest of Harry's chair.

"Turn into a human, they know you." Harry said to the ladybug.

It immediately flew to an empty space nearby, twisted and turned into Rita, and looked at Harry with a panicked face: "Mr. Potter, you promised me not to tell anyone else."

Harry said calmly: "They are not outsiders."

Hermione blushed slightly.

Ron's face did not change much, he always thought so.

"Also, I just promised you not to tell the Ministry of Magic, reliable friends, I think they should also know this news." The amber vertical pupils were reflected in the firelight, making Rita look away, not daring to look at him.

Today is the day of 10,000, a good start for March! ?