The arena was silent.

Hermione took the lead in cheering, and Ron followed suit by pulling several fireworks, which exploded in the air with a bang. Shouts and celebrations rang out one after another, gradually becoming as loud as thunder.

Harry waved his wand expressionlessly, and the bottle came out of the Sorting Hat. A trickle of dragon blood flowed in, and in the blink of an eye all the blood flowed in.

He then took out the bag containing the motorcycle from under his breastplate, and put the fire dragon's body and dragon head into it in full view of everyone.

Then he slowly walked to the dragon's nest and held up the golden egg.

"Very good, we see that Mr. Potter has got his golden egg!" Ludo stammered, his voice no longer so passionate, "He performed very bravely! He is worthy of being a Gryffindor!"

This last sentence is profound and complex.

"Then please go to the medical tent next to you, Mr. Potter, and receive..." Ludo wanted to say "receive treatment".

But he was not blind. Harry was not injured throughout the whole process. Instead, it was the dragon that needed treatment - if a dragon with its head chopped off could still be saved.

"Please take a break for a minute, Mr. Porter, and give us some time to rate your performance." Ludo paused for a long time before continuing, "Each referee can score up to ten points, and the total score of the five referees will be counted as the result."

Harry walked back to the tent.

Madam Pomfrey yawned and took out a bottle of soothing potion: "Would you like a sip? You just fought a dragon, well, if that can be considered a fight."

"Thank you." Harry shook his head.

Madam Pomfrey noticed the agitated magic in him: "Would you like a tranquilizer? Your magic seems..."

"Thank you." Harry continued to shake his head. "It's the effect of the Thunder Potion. It will subside in a while."

Madam Pomfrey took the potion back and said, "I hope the next two little wizards can be like you."

Hermione trotted over, followed by Ron, who was holding the cat and two owls.

"Harry, you did a great job!" Ron was very excited. "You really killed the dragon! Dragon Slayer, what a cool title."

"Professor McGonagall was also surprised." Hermione clenched her fists. "She was amazed at your Transfiguration skills, and kept telling the seventh-year students that if they learned from you, they would be able to get an 'O' in the exam even if they could only achieve half of your level."

"This is embarrassing." Ron shook his head bitterly, "It's such a big piece of stone that's deformed."

While they were talking.

Ludo cleared his throat and said, "Now that we have considered it, let's start scoring. Ladies first, let's start with Ms. Maxime."

Maxim, who was sitting on the far right side of the judges' seat, raised his wand. A wisp of silver silk spewed out, twisting in the air to form a big number "9".

"Bullshit!" Hermione's face changed. "She won't give you full marks for your performance?"

Ron also gritted his teeth and scratched Crookshanks, which hurt him. He was slapped on the face, so he quickly let go of his hand.

After her, it was Umbridge, who raised her wand and a pink ribbon burst out, transforming into a large number 10.

"That's right," Hermione muttered.

Dumbledore smiled happily, raised his wand, and golden and red ribbons sprayed out. Needless to say, it was also a perfect score.

Ludo was the fourth, and his wand also sprayed out golden and red ribbons, also a full score.

The last one, Karkaroff of Durmstrang, had a gloomy face. He raised his wand and a black ribbon sprayed out, twisting in the air and finally turning into the number "4".

Hermione's eyes widened in surprise, "How dare he! Harry, you gave him four points for such a performance?"

"Shit!" Fred blushed, jumped up from the audience, and grabbed George's shoulders, "This is a shady deal! This is a shady deal!"

"How could Harry only have four points!"

The other little wizards also started cursing.

Fred became angrier and angrier as he cursed. He took out a stinky dung ball from his pocket, estimated the distance, and realized that he couldn't throw it with his strength. So he took out his wand, waved it lightly, and the stinky dung ball shot towards Karkaroff like an arrow.

Dumbledore noticed that he didn't take out his wand or even raise his hand, but just glanced, and the stinky dung egg disappeared in the air.

"Quiet!" Ludo put his wand against his throat and continued to raise his voice, "Everyone be quiet, we will ensure fairness in the scoring."

The little wizards didn't believe it.

"Mr. Karkaroff, the audience needs an explanation." His tone was not very good either.

I know you are biased.

But Harry performed so well, and he was only given such a low score...

You have no shame, but the Ministry of Magic still does!

Karkaroff cast a spell on himself, his tone gloomy: "Mr. Potter's performance is indeed excellent, but this match tests courage. I don't see any shining points of courage in him. I am just amazed at his level of magic and transfiguration. I give him four points."

"I think that's reasonable, he may be really good, but don't forget the purpose of the game."

His words angered the little wizards even more.

Especially Gryffindor.

Saying that there is no shining point of courage in the little lion king who represents Gryffindor is like scolding Ravenclaw for not being able to enter the common room or Hufflepuff for not being able to find the kitchen.

Shit!

More stinky dung balls were thrown at Karkaroff. George even started selling them on the spot. Professor McGonagall closed her eyes and hypnotized herself: "I'm asleep. I can't see anything."

But the score had already been given, and Karkaroff had no intention of changing it.

Ludo gritted his teeth and spat: "Well, since Karkaroff insists so much, we should respect his scoring standards as a referee. I hope he will continue to do so in the future."

"Let us congratulate Mr. Porter for scoring forty-three points in the first round!"

"Although we all know that Mr. Porter deserves a better grade."

Hermione snatched Crookshanks away, held it towards Karkaroff, and whispered into his ear, "Do you see it? You and Hedwig should gather up your friends over the next few days and give him some trouble!"

"Damn it! How could he be so unfair."

Ron also held Boss and cooed instructions.

After the arena was rearranged, the green dragon was sent into the venue by the wizards, and Ludo announced Fleur's entry.

Charlie walked into the tent, followed by a Ministry official.

"Harry, long time no see." He looked at Harry, reached out to pull Ron over, and ruffled his hair. "You really caused us a lot of trouble this time."

"A dragon, that's a dragon." The Ministry of Magic official clenched his fists and was very angry, but he didn't dare to raise his voice too loudly. "Mr. Potter, how could you kill it?"

Harry looked at him, expressionless: "Mr. Ludo didn't tell me that there is a rule in the Triwizard Tournament that dragons cannot be killed."

"It's a fire dragon after all." Charlie sighed, "and a short-nosed dragon. It's very dangerous."

As he spoke, he lifted his robe to reveal the burn marks on his abdomen. "Look, this is what it left. Without a dozen wizards, it would be difficult to subdue it. We never thought that there would be a little wizard who could defeat a fire dragon."

He paused and said, "It can kill the fire dragon with lightning speed before we can react."

"Now you can think about it." Harry looked serious.

Charlie rubbed his head: “It’s too late to think about it now.”

The Ministry official interrupted: "Mr. Weasley, now is not the time for you to reminisce about the past. We have business to attend to."

He emphasized, but he didn't dare to say it, just urged Charlie.

Charlie sighed: "Well, actually you should have guessed that we came here because we want you to return the body of the fire dragon to us."

"This is my trophy." Harry shook his head and refused.

The Ministry official gritted his teeth: "But that is the property of the Romanian Dragon Farm."

He was very anxious. The British Ministry of Magic had signed an agreement with the Romanian dragon farm. If anything happened to the dragon, they would have to pay compensation!

"Then you should have made this rule clear before the game." Harry stood up. He was almost as tall as the Ministry official. "Instead of telling me this after the game is over."

"This is very unfair to me. Do you know how much preparation I have made to slay the dragon?"

The Ministry official was stunned.

Harry continued, "The potion I drank cost about a hundred Galleons a bottle."

"The sword is coated with sword oil that targets dragons. I have spent more than 400 Galleons to study it, and the cost of a bottle of sword oil is even priceless. Can we find a thousand-year-old basilisk now? It needs to be prepared with the gastric juice of a thousand-year-old basilisk."

"And this snake skin armor is also the skin of a thousand-year-old snake monster."

He paused and thought for a moment, "And other unused potions."

"In order to slay the dragon and get through the first game safely, I spent at least two thousand Galleons."

Charlie's face twitched.

One hundred, four hundred, two thousand...

These huge numbers made him feel a little breathless.

He turned his head and looked at Ron. His brother's face didn't change much, he looked very calm, as if he was used to Harry spending money like this.

The Ministry of Magic official was dumbfounded. He was not very good at math and couldn't figure out how many years it would take him to earn this amount of money.

"Even if this was unexpected, it's your fault." Harry raised his hand and patted him on the shoulder. "If you had told me in advance, I wouldn't have made so many preparations and spent so much money."

"You must have the courage to take responsibility instead of simply putting the blame on a little wizard like me."

The Ministry official opened his mouth, not knowing how to refute.

Charlie smiled.

He is not the Ministry of Magic, so he can just think of it as selling the dragon in advance and making a profit. For them, the impact will not be that big.

Outside the tent, there was thunderous applause.

Ludo's commentary came: "Let us congratulate Miss Delacour. After a struggle, she successfully obtained her golden egg under the care of the fire dragon!"

"Now please go to the tent to receive treatment and wait for our scoring."

Soon, she drew aside the curtain and walked in.

Compared to Harry, she looked a little disheveled, her long skirt was burned to a knee-length skirt, her hair was a little burnt, and there were several scratches on her face. As soon as she entered the tent, she found Madam Pomfrey with grievance and asked her to treat the scars on her face first, so that the burns could be relieved for a while.

During this long period of time.

The Ministry of Magic official responded: "Yes, this is indeed our mistake, but Mr. Potter, the dragon corpse should also belong to our Ministry of Magic..."

"It's my trophy," interrupted Harry.

The Ministry official nodded, "Of course, it can be yours, and the Ministry can recognize it as yours."

"Then you go contact my godfather and Uncle Remus." Harry nodded, "I'm just a fourteen-year-old little wizard. You should contact my guardian about these matters."

The Ministry official's face turned a little green.

Sirius Black, this name is well-known.

The man who blew up a table in the Ministry of Magic with a spell last time.

"Mr. Potter, I think we can talk." The Ministry official said earnestly.

Harry said nothing and looked at him coldly.

He sighed and walked out of the tent in despair. Those two were not easy to talk to. The Ministry of Magic was really going to bleed heavily this time.

Or a short-nosed dragon.

This elegant fire dragon is of the highest quality among dragons, with its dragon hide being of the highest quality.

Charlie congratulated Harry, rubbed Ron's head hard, and followed him out. He was also responsible for dealing with the dragon.