After spending some time in the locker room, Kyle and a few others returned to the stands.

Professor McGonagall placed them in the stands next to the judges' table.

"You have to wait a little longer..." she said, "Wait until all the warriors come out before we start scoring."

Kyle nodded in understanding.

After Professor McGonagall left, he watched the game calmly like an ordinary spectator.

This feeling is pretty good.

On the field, Krum and Furong have both reached the third level.

But as he watched, Kyle suddenly realized that he seemed to have added a lot of difficulty to the game.

Because he passed the third level ahead of time, Krum and Fleur happened to face two fire dragons.

In other words, the simplest method of passing the level, where two people lure away the fire dragon while one person holds the stone, is no longer feasible. If they want to pass the level, they must face the fire dragon head-on.

But the problem was that after going through the first two levels, their condition had become extremely bad. Fleur was pale and gasping for breath, and Krum also had a Firebolt in his hand, but his arm was bleeding.

To be honest, this was somewhat beyond Kyle's expectations... He originally thought that the consumption of the two of them would be less. After all, strictly speaking, they only had to face one level.

"You're amazing." A hoarse voice came from behind.

Kyle turned around and saw that it was Professor Moody.

He looked very happy, and his evil eye kept twitching in its socket.

"That flying spell of yours was really neat and beautiful...it would have been better if you could use it in the first level. After all, the speed of the civet cat is much slower than that of the Firebolt."

As if he was commenting on Kyle's performance, he spoke nonstop, "And the third level is what surprised me the most. You were bold, decisive, and confident... If you want to join the Auror, based on this competition, I can let you join the Auror office in advance.

"How about it, are you interested?"

"Thank you, professor." Kyle said, "But I'm still a student now, so let's talk about this after I graduate."

He knew very well that what it meant to be bold and decisive...it was just a script, and it was all discussed in advance.

But now it seems that the effect is quite good. Even Professor Moody who has the magic eye couldn't see it, so other people certainly can't see it... maybe except Dumbledore, but it doesn't have much impact.

As if he had heard Kyle's refusal, Professor Moody nodded and said nothing more.

Kyle turned around and continued watching the game.

"Oh, just a little bit...be careful...oh my god, I thought she had succeeded."

"It's too dangerous. Ouch... Krum's move was really dangerous."

…

About ten minutes later, the audience burst into cheers again.

After all, he is the best student in the two colleges, and he knew the information about the fire dragon in advance, so it is natural that he would not be stumped.

Furong used a strange hypnotic magic to make the fire dragon drowsy... Kyle felt that the dragon owners would really want to learn this trick. After all, they usually need five or six people to use a stunning spell together to make the fire dragon fall asleep.

As for Krum, he chose a method similar to Kyle's, luring the dragon away first and then turning around to get the stone.

However, he chose the wrong target, and was lashed away by the Hungarian Treepeak's tail the moment he succeeded. When he finally came out, he couldn't even stand, and others helped carry him to Madam Pomfrey.

But ten minutes later, he came back. Although he looked much more listless, at least he was able to walk.

"Now believe it, Karkaroff," said Dumbledore, "Our Madam Pomfrey will definitely give you a lively warrior."

The nervous look on Karkaroff's face finally faded away... Although Krum's current condition was not at all lively and energetic, it was much better than before.

"There's an excellent healer at Hogwarts," he said.

"Now that all the warriors are here," Bagman stood up and said loudly, "let's start the most exciting part, scoring the warriors' performances... I'm sure you can't wait."

Everyone looked over immediately.

"No one can get more than ten points," said Bagman. "First up is Fleur Delacour. I'll go first then..."

“7 points!”

Next was Chris, who also scored a 7.

"Maybe it's because she lost points in the second round." Cedric whispered, "Her performance was really not that good at that time."

Dumbledore then gave an eight... and Madam Maxime a nine.

When it was Karkaroff's turn...

"What?" George said in disbelief. "Two points, that's too low. After all, she passed all the levels."

But Bagman didn't seem to hear him.

Next up is Viktor Krum...

Two ten points for Bagman and Karkaroff, and he was much higher than Fleur in the end.

And Ms. Maxim... she really couldn't do it to Karkaroff's level, so she was given a five in the end.

Finally, it's Kyle's turn.

"Ah, there's no doubt about that," Bagman smiled and held out his wand. "Absolutely, without a doubt!"

Then, Chris smiled and gave the same score.

As if they had discussed it beforehand, the scores given by the four judges were surprisingly consistent, all 10 points.

Karkaroff was the last one, and he struggled for a long time, seeming to think over every mistake Kyle could have made.

Finally he extended his wand and sprayed out a number...9.

"What?" Before Kyle could say anything, Fred shouted angrily, "Nine points? You are such a nasty, biased guy, you are not fit to be a referee..."

George also said angrily, "You gave Krum a ten-pointer. Did he do better than Kyle?"

Everyone else was also filled with anger... To be honest, although it was not a perfect score, nine points was already very high and everyone could accept it.

But the thing is, he just gave Krum ten points.

Anyone with a bit of intelligence and common sense can see that Kyle performed much better than Krum in these three levels... but in the end he scored one point lower than him.

With such a comparison, everyone finds it a little hard to accept... The bias is not so obvious, do you have no shame at all?

However, in the face of these voices, Karkaroff was not there at all. He didn't even turn his head and pretended not to hear them.

"Hey, go on!"

At this moment, from the dense crowd, something that looked like a ball of parchment suddenly flew towards this side, aiming at Karkaroff's head.

"Throwing paper balls... oh, a child's trick."

Karkaroff held out his hand dismissively, ready to swat it aside.

However, the moment his hand touched the paper ball, it exploded... and a stream of gray-black liquid with a strong smell poured directly onto Karkaroff's face.

Karkaroff was stunned at first, and then his whole face quickly turned from blue to purple, and then quickly turned pale.

vomit……

It smelled so bad that he almost fainted at that moment.

Everyone around, including Dumbledore and Maxim, subconsciously stepped back... some used the Bubble Head Curse, some used the Whirlwind Curse, some covered their noses, and everyone did their best to try to stop the spread of the stench.

Karkaroff's face became even uglier when he saw this scene.

It wasn't because no one came to help, but because he just discovered that some of the stinky juice splashed into his mouth.

(End of this chapter)