Hogwarts: Harry Returns From The Witcher

There were boos, and almost everyone vented their inner disgust without concealing it.

eight points!

Karkaroff is really ashamed to score such a high score, just like Harry!

How can a player who timed out, played hard, and even got caught in a back and forth can be compared with the best warriors.

To prevent Karkaroff from being torn apart by the angry cubs.

Dumbledore raised his wand, and the golden-red fireworks scattered Karkaroff's score, and then exploded, revealing his score, a somewhat scrawled number "5".

"We see Professor Dumbledore making a fair judgment."

"He scored the points objectively."

"Professor Dumbledore will always make the most correct choice."

As he said that, he also raised his wand and pointed it at the sky: "I am willing to admit that Mr. Krum is a very good little wizard, and his performance is enough to prove it."

"But a game is a game. We may be able to see the brilliance of human nature in small places, but in the end everything has to return to the game itself."

"Mr. Krum's performance is excellent, but a timeout is a timeout, even if it's only for a few minutes, if he can get rid of that Grindylow earlier, if he can get rid of that mermaid earlier, the result will be completely different."

"It's a pity that there is no if."

His face is sincere, it looks like he is really praising Krum, and he is sighing and admiring him like a tragic hero in a drama.

But as he spit out the words, Karkaroff and Krum only turned bluer and greener.

revenge!

This must be revenge!

Isn't it just a few low scores for Porter, isn't he still number one now? What does it matter if there is more or less?

Ludo praised, but the number gushing from the tip of his wand was just a number "3", in the same font as the number "3" that Karkaroff shot the first time.

Karkaroff gritted his teeth.

Fleur clutched her chest with a mournful expression on her face. She was undoubtedly an outsider in every aspect—Potter and Krum, Bagman and Karkaroff, but why did she lie down.

My heart hurts.

This number has branded itself too deeply.

From today on, the number "6" is no longer the number she hates the most, the number she hates the most is "3"!

Umbridge raised her wand, she smiled courteously at Krum, and the number "6" spewed out from the wand. Unlike Fleur, who had no background at all, Krum was the hottest sports star in the wizarding society, The youngest and best Seeker.

Ms. Maxim was the last one, and she gave a number "4" without saving face.

"Mr. Klum scored twenty-six points in the second round!"

Krum covered his face in pain.

Twenty-six!

Only 26 points, 10 points less than the first round, he thought he could get at least 30 points.

Ludo's wand was pressed against his throat. For some reason, he was extremely excited, and his emotions were even stronger than those of Sirius: "Let's summarize the first two projects!"

"First place, Harry Potter from Hogwarts, the first round of heroic dragon slaying, the second round of chivalry, brought him a total score of 91 points!"

"Of course, we know that he can get even better results!"

Why didn't you get it?

Of course it wasn't because Harry didn't play well, but because of some resistance from outside the game.

Cheers and curses sounded together.

"Second place, Viktor Krum of Durmstrang, with his excellent performance in the first and second rounds, he won a total of 62 points."

Krum looked up.

The audience in Durmstrang chokes.

They knew that there was probably a big gap between Krum and Harry, but they didn't expect the gap to be so big, one at the beginning of nine and one at the beginning of six.

The gap of more than 30 points!

Ludo cleared his throat: "This makes the gap between him and Mr. Potter only 29 points!"

This surprised the little wizards.

The difference between more than 90 points and more than 60 points is actually more than 20 points, not more than 30 points?

They snapped their fingers and gave up quickly.

Well, counting things like this, the farther away from the little wizards, the better.

How can humans understand mathematics!

"It's only one point away from thirty!" Ludo sighed sadly, he regretted that this scene didn't happen, and soon he realized something, and covered his ugly face, "Although the gap is huge, there is still There's a round!"

"The ending is not yet determined, and anything can happen."

"The third place is Miss Fleur Delacour from Beauxbatons. Her performance in the second round was a bit bad, which seriously affected her performance."

"Her total score for the two rounds is only fifty-eight."

"Thirty-three points short of Mr. Porter!"

The little wizards were amazed, this time it was really more than 30 minutes away.

"But like I said, there's still one more round of competition, and it's still unknown in front of the last event."

"As for the last item—"

Ludo dragged his tone and played tricks, teasing a group of young wizards into anxiousness before continuing: "I can only tell you that it will be held on the evening of June 24th at the last juncture of the school year!"

"Unlike the previous two projects, the Warriors will know the specific content of the project a month ago."

"Yes, you heard me right!"

"And it's not as vague as the prompts in the second round, it's a clear and specific prompt—this also indicates how dangerous the third project will be."

"Warriors must be prepared for everything. Sometimes even wizards from the Ministry of Magic may not be able to lend a helping hand in time."

Then, he paused, glanced at Harry who was still chatting with Hermione, and coughed twice: "Of course, I have to remind the warriors, if you encounter rare, rare magical creatures and can successfully deal with them If you get them, I still hope you can keep your hands."

"Those rare creatures are worthy of forgiveness."

The little wizards laughed.

This sentence is obviously very directional.

Harry tilted his head, not caring much.

As Ludo concluded, the little wizards gradually left, Harry and Hermione left last, and they ran into Ludo, George, and Fred in the corner.

They counted Garen one by one.

"Harry, come here!" Fred found him and waved excitedly, "We can't confirm whether this is true, please help us find out."

A bag of shiny Galleons.

Pure and true.

Harry nodded: "Yes, it's all true."

"Maybe I played some tricks at the Quidditch World Cup." Ludo shook his head proudly, "This time is different, I have learned my lesson."