Furong's score will come out soon.

Compared to Harry, she fared a bit poorly.

Although the magic of the Veela is indeed outstanding, even enough to charm dragons, the beasts only want to eat the beautiful "food" and will not be merciful to them.

Ms. Maxime gave a perfect score of 10, causing the little wizards to curse.

Harry gave it nine points, but this performance was given ten points?

Ludo and the others gave the scores very fairly. The two people who came from the Ministry of Magic gave six points, and Dumbledore gave seven points. He was always tolerant of young wizards.

But when Karkaroff gave the rating, the Gryffindors cursed even louder, and the stinky dung balls gushed out at him again - Karkaroff gave Fleur a rating of five points, which was still very low.

But Harry only got four points!

Why did she get five points?

Karkaroff remained calm despite the collapse of a mountain in front of him and ignored the group of little wizards.

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

Krum is the last to appear.

He was greeted with boos - because of his principal, he, who was once very popular, became less popular.

This had no effect on him. As a Quidditch superstar in the wizarding world, he always had a good attitude.

He was slightly faster than Fleur and wasn't hurt, but he angered the dragon, causing it to crush a few eggs and making the Ministry official's face turn red - good, the Ministry of Magic would have to spend a few hundred more Galleons.

Madam Maxime scored him a seven - she was angry that Karkaroff had given Fleur a low score.

Umbridge hesitated for a moment and scored eight.

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

Dumbledore gave eight points. He was fair and objective. He was conscientiously performing his duties as a referee and would not abuse this power, no matter how small it was, even if it was only for one year.

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

No one lit the fireworks for Krum, he lit them for Krum.

A huge number "10" exploded in the air.

There were constant sounds of laughter and cursing.

But no matter how biased he was, Krum's final score was only thirty-six, just two points higher than Furong, and he ranked second 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 pouted and Krum's face darkened.

Compared to Harry's relaxed state, they were by no means excellent.

Ludo only had eyes for Harry, not for the two of them.

"But the first round is just the beginning. I dare say the second round will be even more difficult than this." Ludo smiled and clapped his hands, making a crisp sound. "The next event will start at 9:30 am on February 24th of next year."

"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 about the second round, but... a small hint is still okay."

"Look at the golden egg in your hand. Do you find that it can be opened? The golden egg contains information about the second round, but it won't tell you for no reason. You need to use your brains and wisdom to solve the mystery."

"Do you understand everything?"

The three of them nodded.

Ludo looked at Harry, wanting to say something but stopping himself. Finally, he sighed and said nothing more.

He left the tent.

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

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

"How do you rate your performance in the first round? And your evaluation of your opponents?"

"Do you think the referee's scoring is unfair?"

Fleur glared at her angrily, "You should ask Potter, not us. He is the winner of the first round."

Krum said nothing, but nodded.

Rita's smile froze.

Doesn't she want to ask?

She simply didn't dare.

"Please answer my question first, then we can discuss Mr. Potter, okay?" Rita pretended not to understand Furong's words and continued asking in a sweet voice.

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 less traveled by people.

Ron put Crookshan on his head, took the golden egg from Harry, 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 is averse to using gold."

Ron was a little disappointed: "Well, I thought one this big was gold. After all, you have to go through a dragon."

"A dragon is 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 stuff."

Harry took out his wand and was about to point it at the Sorting Hat, but he suddenly stopped, raised his head and looked forward.

A faint breath.

His face changed slightly and he took out the live map.

Hermione and Ron also noticed something, 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 that breath was not on the map, it was at the edge of the Forbidden Forest, just a little bit away, and the map could capture him.

Was he on guard against me? He knew that he might have something like a live point map.

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

The aura was still and did not escape, and he had not yet noticed that Harry had noticed him.

"What's wrong?" Hermione asked quietly.

"The Death Eater showed up on the night of the Quidditch World Cup." Harry lowered his voice and waved his wand lightly. Several dead branches under his feet spread out and rushed towards the breath. "It might be him who put my name into the Goblet of Fire."

Wait for the vines to come closer.

With a whoosh—they formed a big net with their claws and fangs bared, and pounced on the breath.

Harry waved his wand again.

Lock the shadow and shape!

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

The breath did not disappear or move, it just stayed there quietly.

Don't resist?

Harry drew his snake-bone sword and walked towards it.

Hermione and Ron were about to follow.

Harry waved his hand and shook his head, and they both stopped.

He walked over carefully, but there was no person or creature under the wooden net. It was completely empty.

The breath is still there, but the eyes can’t see.

The senses do not deceive themselves.

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

The Invisibility Cloak that smells of that Death Eater.

The scent was thick, as if it had been with that Death Eater for a long time, but also a little thin, as if it had been abandoned here for a long time, at least more than a month.

Harry bound it with a Transfiguration Charm and waved his wand, causing it to float behind him.

"No one?" Hermione asked.

Harry nodded. "There's only one Invisibility Cloak. It belonged to that Death Eater. It was discarded here for some reason."

"That Death Eater has been in the castle all this time?" Ron's face turned a little pale.

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

"Could it be that 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 but have never been able to find him, and Professor Dumbledore is also making the Marauder's Map?"

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

"No other professor is at this level, including Professor Moody."

Hermione's frown deepened.

"And the cloak has been there for a long time," Harry continued. "At least a month, maybe longer. Do you have any idea?"

Hermione immediately spoke up: "Astronomy class is in the evening!"

Ron also spoke up at the same time: "The fake Professor Moody has been caught."

"I thought about that night, too." 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 another unknown person present."

Ron thought of something and clenched his teeth. "He used the Imperius Curse to control Mr. Barty Crouch and made him a scapegoat?"

"Percy has been in a state of depression recently because Mr. Crouch has been accused of this crime."

Harry said nothing, and made no move.

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

"The Barty Crouch at school is real, and what Mr. Scrimgeour said about the Barty Crouch at the Ministry is also real."

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

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

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

Ron shook his head even more vigorously: "Crouch Jr. is dead."

"Only one more Crouch can explain these things." 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 said softly, "Wait for news from Rita. I'll urge her again tonight."

Ron pulled his chin, frowning in thought.

He was still thinking about Hermione's words - "Why is it that only with one more Crouch can these things be explained 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 silent, with some sniffers sneaking around occasionally. If they wanted to escape from the Forbidden Forest, Beauxbatons, the shipwreck of Durmstrang, or Hogwarts Castle would all pose a great threat to them.

Just like myself, I also have a great desire for that unknown Death Eater.

In the evening, night falls.

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

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

A ladybug slid in and landed on the arm of Harry's chair.

"Become a human, they know you." Harry said to Ladybug.

It immediately flew to an open space nearby, twisted itself into Rita, and looked at Harry in panic: "Mr. Potter, you promised me not to tell anyone."

Harry said calmly: "They are not outsiders."

Hermione blushed slightly.

Ron's expression didn't change. He had always believed this.

"Also, I just promised you not to tell the Ministry of Magic, reliable friends, and I think they should also know the news." The amber vertical pupils illuminated by the fire made Rita look away, not daring to look him in the face.