There was a chorus of boos, and almost everyone expressed their disgust without any concealment.

Eight points!

This Karkaroff thing actually had the nerve to give such a high score, the same as Harry!

How can a player who played in timeouts, had a tough game, and was even trapped in a back-and-forth game be compared with the best Warriors?

To prevent Karkaroff from being torn to pieces by the angry little lions.

Dumbledore raised his wand, and golden-red fireworks dispersed Karkaroff's rating, then exploded, revealing his own rating, a somewhat scribbled number "5".

"We see Professor Dumbledore making fair judgements."

“He gave his scores very objectively.”

"Professor Dumbledore always makes the best decision."

As he spoke, 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. His performance is enough to prove this."

"But a game is a game. We may be able to see the brilliance of humanity in small moments, but in the end everything still comes back to the game itself."

"Mr. Krum's performance was excellent, but overtime is overtime, even if it was only a few minutes. If he could have dealt with the grindylow earlier, if he could have dealt with the mermaid earlier, the results would have been completely different."

"Unfortunately, there are no ifs."

His expression was sincere, and he looked like he was really praising Krum, expressing his admiration and praise for him as if he were a tragic hero in a drama.

But as he spoke, Karkaroff and Krum's faces only turned greener and greener.

revenge!

This must be revenge!

Isn't it just that Porter was given a few low scores, but isn't he still No. 1 now? What does it matter if a few points are more or less?

Ludo praised, but the only number that came out from the tip of his wand was a "3", in the same font as the number "3" that Karkaroff had shot out for the first time.

Karkaroff gritted his teeth.

Fleur covered her chest with her hands, her expression filled with grief. She was undoubtedly an outsider in every way - Potter and Krum, Bagman and Karkaroff, but why was she the one being implicated?

My heart aches.

This number has left a deep mark on me.

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

Umbridge raised her wand and smiled at Krum, the number "6" came out of her wand. Unlike Fleur who had no background at all, Krum was the hottest sports star in the wizarding world, the youngest and best seeker.

Ms. Maxim was the last one, and she didn't save any face by giving the number "4".

"Mr. Krum's final score in the second round was 26 points!"

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 put his wand against his throat. For some reason, he was extremely excited, even more so than Sirius. "Let's summarize the first two projects!"

"First place, Harry Potter from Hogwarts. He won the dragon slaying in the first round and the chivalry in the second round, bringing 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 perform well, but because of some resistance from outside the game.

Cheers and curses rang out together.

"Second place, Viktor Krum from Durmstrang. With his excellent performance in the first and second rounds, he earned a total score of 62."

Krum looked up.

The Durmstrang audience choked a little.

They knew that there was probably a big gap between Krum and Harry, but they didn't expect the gap to be this big, one starting with nine and the other starting with six.

The difference is more than thirty points!

Ludo cleared his throat, "That puts the gap between him and Mr. Potter at only twenty-nine 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 quickly gave up.

Well, it’s better for little wizards to stay as far away from things like arithmetic as possible.

How can humans understand mathematics!

"Only one point away from thirty!" Ludo sighed. He felt sorry that this scene didn't happen. Soon he realized something and covered up his ugly face. "Although the gap is big, there is still one round of competition!"

"The ending is not set yet, anything can still happen."

"The third place winner is Miss Fleur Delacour from Beauxbatons. She had a bad performance in the second round, which seriously affected her performance."

"Her total score for the two rounds of events was only fifty-eight points."

"Thirty-three points worse than Mr. Potter!"

The young wizards were amazed, this time the difference was really more than thirty points.

"But like I said, there's still one round left, and before the final event, everything is still unknown."

"As for what the last project is--"

Ludo spoke in a long tone, keeping the mystery a secret, making the group of little wizards squeak with anxiety, and then continued: "I can only tell you that it will be held at the last moment of the school year, on the evening of June 24th!"

"Unlike the previous two projects, the Warriors will be informed of the specific contents of the project a month in advance."

"Yes, you heard it right!"

"And it's not as vague as the hints in the second round, it's clear and specific - which also shows how dangerous the third event 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."

He paused, glanced at Harry who was still chatting with Hermione, and coughed twice. "Of course, I have to remind the warriors that if you encounter rare magical creatures and are able to successfully deal with them, I still hope you can hold back."

"Those rare creatures deserve a break."

The little wizards burst into laughter.

This sentence is obviously very directional.

Harry turned his head away, not really caring.

As Ludo concluded, the young wizards gradually dispersed. Harry and Hermione were the last to leave, and they ran into Ludo, George and Fred in the corner.

They counted the Galleons one by one.

"Harry, come here!" Fred spotted him and waved excitedly, "We can't confirm if this is real, help us check it out."

A bag of shiny Galleons.

Pure and real.

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

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