The Blood Professor at Hogwarts

Ms. Maxim took the lead in raising the scoring board, and a long silver light floated from the board, showing the score on the board to the audience present——

The silver light gradually distorted and merged into a number "8".

"Not bad!" Ron said to Harry amidst applause from the audience. "She probably deducted points because of your arm injury..."

Next came Mr Crouch, who held up a sign showing the number "9" in the air.

"It's very promising, Harry!" Ron became more excited, slapping Harry on the back, and shouted loudly, "At present, Kowalski from Infalmorny is obviously taller than you, the others None stronger than you."

Then came Dumbledore, who gave Harry the same nine as Cedric; Professor Hicks also gave Harry a nine without hesitation.

The cheers from the audience grew louder.

Then, Ludo Bagman raised the sign in his hand——

10 points.

"Ten?" said Harry in disbelief. "But... I'm hurt... What's he kidding?"

"Harry, stop complaining!" Ron shouted excitedly, "Ten is not good? I think you can even hit the top three!"

At this time Karkaroff held up the sign, and the silver light on the sign merged into a number much smaller than the scores of other judges——

"4".

"What?" Ron stood up abruptly and shouted angrily, "Four points? This hateful, eccentric guy is going too far!"

"Krum's golden egg rotted like that, and even caused Professor Dracula to save him, so Karkaroff could score 9 points... You finished the game so well, Karkaroff actually only Gave you 4 points?"

I have to say that Karkaroff put on a little bit of pretense when scoring Cedric and Fleur, and both scored a passing score of 6 points...

But since the end of John's alternative game, he didn't even bother to pretend, and blatantly gave John and Harry ultra-low scores of 5 and 4.

Still, Harry didn't care.

Even if Karkaroff gave him a zero, he wouldn't care.He felt that no matter what the final score was, at least he had proved himself in front of all the audience, proving that he was not a fake warrior who was holding Hogwarts back.

Moreover, it is not only Ron and Hermione who are happy for him now, but also his other friends...

By now, when they saw the challenge Harry was facing, and how well he had done in this game, most of the students at Hogwarts were rooting for him, just as they were for Cedric...

"Merlin's beard!" At this moment, an extremely shocked scream rang in Harry's ear.

"What's the matter with you, Ron?"

Harry looked at the red-haired little friend next to him, and found that he was counting on his fingers with an incredulous look on his face.

"Harry, you seem to be... Your score seems to have surpassed several warriors!" Ron shouted with shock on his face.

Hermione, who hadn't recovered from the tears of joy, was sitting next to Harry, her eyes dim.

After hearing Ron's exclamation, she was stunned for a moment, then quickly wiped away her tears, took out a piece of parchment and calculated.

"I wrote down the scores of all the warriors here, let me take a look..." Hermione said quickly, "According to the scores of the previous judges, Diggory scored 48 points, Delacour 45 points, Crewe Mu made a big mistake and is currently the lowest with 41 points..."

"Well, Kowalski's performance is amazing. Except for that eccentric guy Karkarov, he gave full marks. His final score is 55 points, No.1 without any suspense."

"And Harry, your points add up to... 49 points!"

Hermione raised her head abruptly, and looked at Harry with wide eyes, "You are one point higher than Digory, who was favored by everyone before, and you are now No.2 among all the warriors!"

"What did you say?" Harry rubbed his ears in disbelief, thinking he was hallucinating, "Hermione, did I hear you right...you said I was No.2?"

"Yes, Harry, you heard that right!" Hermione stood up excitedly, her eyes were full of joy, "Now you don't have to worry about those bad guys questioning you anymore!"

Harry felt as if he was going to float.

He originally just wanted not to be at the bottom, at least not to let Professor Dracula end up saving him from the fire dragon, and he never expected to get such a result.

"Mr. Bagman gave me too high a score, otherwise I should not be as good as Cedric..."

Harry was verbally modest, but the corners of his mouth turned up completely revealing his inner excitement and joy.

At this moment, the curtain of the tent was lifted, and Cedric walked out of the emergency tent and walked straight to his side.

"Uh, Cedric, I..."

Harry looked at him with a guilty conscience, thinking that if he hadn't participated in this match, Cedric would be the No.2 warrior.

But before he could say anything apologetic, Cedric suddenly grinned at him with a smile.

"Nice job, Harry," he laughed.

Harry's apprehension vanished in an instant, and he laughed too.

"And you too, Cedric."

……

"You all did a great job!"

In the tent where the warriors gathered first, Bagman happily praised.

He was shaking his legs briskly in the tent, looking very happy, as if he himself had successfully crossed the fire dragon and got the golden egg just now.

"Okay, I only have a few words to say." Bagman smiled and explained the follow-up precautions to the warriors, "The second project will start at 2:24 am on February 09 next year, here Before, you could rest for a long time—”

"But we're going to leave some questions for you to think about! You'll look down at those golden eggs you're holding in your hands, and you'll see they can be opened. See the seams there... oh Mr. Kowalski, don't be here Open it, close it!"

Before Bagman finished speaking, John had already opened two eggshells with his fingernails along the gap of the golden egg——

The moment the golden egg was opened, a terrifying, piercing scream filled the entire tent.

The warriors subconsciously covered their ears.Harry thought the sound was shriller than the one he'd heard at Nearly Headless Nick's Deathday party...it was the noise of a band of ghosts playing with a musical saw.

John himself was taken aback, and quickly closed the eggshells on both sides.

The harsh noise that filled the entire tent stopped.

"Mr. Bagman, what is this piercing noise...?" Cedric, a good student with both good character and academics, habitually raised his hand and asked.

"Oh, I can't tell you that," said Bagman, taking his hands from his ears, and addressing the warriors, "you must unravel the clues provided in the egg yourself—that will tell you about the second item What is it?"

"Before the game, I hope you can make full preparations!"

……

After the end of the first project of the Four-wild Tournament, the time soon came to December.

There was a strong wind blowing around Hogwarts, and there was often heavy rain accompanied by snowflakes.

Standing on the stone bridge connecting the main tower and the astronomical tower, Dracula leaned against the railing, letting the strong wind blow his silver hair and snowflakes falling on his shoulders, looking at the white cloud and mist at the end of the frozen black lake. There are nearby lawns and shrubs covered by snow.

"Professor Dracula, the place you chose is really inconsiderate of the elderly." Dumbledore walked over from the porch on the other side of the main tower and smiled softly.

He held his wand upright, as if holding a transparent umbrella, blocking the wind and snow outside.

Phoenix Fawkes lay on Dumbledore's shoulders, exuding warm heat, which melted the snowflakes floating around.

"You should be glad that I didn't choose to be on the top of the Astronomy Tower." Dracula glanced at Dumbledore and raised the corners of his mouth slightly. "Compared with the top of the tower, the view here is still much narrower."

"I thought it was more suitable for us to sit and chat by the warm fireplace in the castle in such a cold weather." Dumbledore brushed the snowflakes accumulated on the marble railing with his sleeve, and leaned against the railing next to Dracula, " Oh, the railing is so cool."

"It's really comfortable inside the castle." Dracula nodded, looking at the shore of the Black Lake in the distance, "But I'm a little curious about how the people living in Durmstrang's boat would feel ?”

Dumbledore also followed Dracula's gaze to the big ship docked by the Black Lake - the big ship was tossing and swaying in the strong wind, and its black sails fluttered and danced in the dark night sky.

I don't know what kind of psychology those people in Durmstrang used magic to prevent the lake beside the boat from freezing, and the black sails didn't mean to retract them at all.

Therefore, the large ship swayed greatly in the strong wind, and I am afraid that the room there would not be very warm. After all, the wind by the lake is not only strong, but also quite cold.

"They should also have a unique way to keep warm, right?" Dumbledore glanced over there, shook his head with a smile, "And the people of Durmstrang have lived in this cold environment for a long time, maybe Only when the temperature drops can we display our full strength."

"Maybe..." Skipping other miscellaneous and trivial matters, Dracula asked suddenly: "Have you found out who used the confusion spell on the Goblet of Fire?"

Dumbledore's expression suddenly became serious.

"It's true that I didn't find anything..." he said slowly, "On the night before Halloween, there were not many people who had the opportunity to touch the Goblet of Fire. I observed their situation carefully, but I didn't find any problems."

"What about the professors from other schools? Do they have any questions?" Dracula asked with a frown. "It's impossible for the confusion spell on the Goblet of Fire to appear out of thin air, right?"

"Ms. Maxim and Professor Hicks are both trustworthy, and Karkaroff was once a Death Eater. He was originally suspected..." Dumbledore said slowly, "So I let Sif Les went to test him."

"Severus judged that Karkaroff was not the real culprit who cast a spell on the Goblet of Fire. He was only afraid of Voldemort's return, and even planned to escape...I agree with Severus' point of view."

"Think about it from another angle? Besides the professor, wouldn't Voldemort's helpers pretend to be students?" Dracula asked again, "Will there be Death Eaters pretending to be students and throwing notes into the Goblet of Fire?" You cast the Confusion Curse by the way?"

"I don't think it's possible." Dumbledore shook his head, "Students from Infalmorny, Beauxbatons, and Durmstrang were all organized by their principals and registered together in the Goblet of Fire. No chance to cast spells."

"As for the students at Hogwarts—when they entered Platform Nine and Three-quarters of King's Cross Station, they have actually passed a test to prevent impersonation with Polyjuice Potion..."

"It's really strange, why is there nowhere to find this spellcaster?"

Chapter 260 News of the Christmas Ball

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"Professor Dracula, have you found anything over there?"

Dumbledore thought for a moment, then suddenly turned to Dracula and asked.

"I'm still skeptical about Barty Crouch's identity." Dracula turned around, folded his hands, and leaned against the cold railing, seemingly casually said.

"Can you give me a reason?" Dumbledore's eyes became a little deep.

"You said...according to the strictness of the director of the International Magic Cooperation and Exchange Department, would you really give Potter a score of 9 points?" Dracula looked at the top of the astronomical tower with dimly lit lights, and said softly asked.

"You can use Cedric's performance as a comparison-Porter was injured and actually used foreign objects. His score should not have been higher than Cedric's. But the one in your mouth is just and strict. Harsh Mr. Crouch scored a nine..."

"This reason is a bit far-fetched, Professor Dracula." Dumbledore shook his head lightly, "Maybe Mr. Crouch is just taking care of Harry's age? It's not enough to be able to do this at the age of 14." Easy...didn't Mister Bagman give Harry full marks too?"

"That guy Bagman, he just has another gambling addiction." Dracula sneered. It’s just a comeback of the Four-wild Tournament.”

The corner of Dumbledore's mouth twitched, and he subconsciously glanced at Dracula.

Of those Galleons that Bagman lost, obviously a large part was given to you, Professor Dracula, right?

"Well, this one is really not very obvious." Dracula didn't care what Dumbledore was thinking, and continued on his own, "Then ignore this doubtful point for now, and talk about other—"

"First of all, why did Crouch agree so strongly to Porter's participation in the semifinals? Is it just because of the rule that "everyone selected by the Goblet of Fire must participate in the competition"?"