Everyday Players at Hogwarts..

Chapter 640: The Cursed Karkaroff
A hero in adversity is often more lovable after he rises.

Not to mention that Krum was already a famous world-class Quidditch star.

Plus his relationship with Harry.

The recent scandal with Ron.

He is quite famous in Hogwarts and even in the other two schools.

Even his cry of victory just now was just a little bit short of Harry's.

So, when he was treated unfairly and received an unprecedented low score, everyone was furious!

"Karkaroff, get out!" xn times

This caused Arthur Weasley to cast an amplifying spell, "Everyone, be quiet!"

None of them suppressed the sound waves created by the crowd.

Karkaroff reluctantly stood up, drew his wand, pointed it at his throat and said, "Loud voice!"

Then his voice, now like thunder, began to sound: "We said during the game that when the warriors face the first round of challenges, the only weapon in their hands is their own wand and the blessing of the war magic of the wizards in their own school.

But Krum, our school's champion, managed to find a loophole by using his magic wand and summoned a broomstick.

Why can't I lose points?
This is my right as a referee.

Moreover, he showed no wizardly demeanor at all in this game, only acted like a stupid Quidditch player.

The same thing happened with Porter in front, he was more like a reckless guy.

I think I was being lenient by giving them a 3 and a 7.”

Then he sat down without saying a word.

The whole person was like a sculpture, motionless.

This is true even in the face of the insults directed at him that have not yet subsided.

However, the uproar soon ended.

Not because Dumbledore stepped in to stop it.

It was because of the crackling sound that began all over Karkaroff's body as soon as he sat down.

He seemed to be cursed.

Dense octopus-like tentacles sprouted all over his face.

The bones seemed to be pulled out.

It turned into flesh-colored mud.

Only the heat of his breath in the icy air gave him proof that he was still alive.

In the stands.

"Aha! That old dog got his comeuppance!" Ron laughed.

"But who could have cursed him?" Lavender asked.

Draco raised an eyebrow, “Obviously, the audience for this game.

You know, this game can be watched by wizards all over the country, and even abroad, who have televisions.

Karkaroff incurred public outrage.

With so many wizards, even if they are far away from each other, they will be enough to overwhelm him!"

On the other side, Harry and Ginny, who were standing with Hagrid and Professor McGonagall, also welcomed Krum, who returned to the arena because he was not injured.

"Karkaroff gave you 3 points. But he has learned his lesson now." Harry quickly recounted everything that had just happened.

And tried hard to hide the tone of gloating.

Because of the existence of Hagrid and Professor McGonagall.

"I expected this." Krum looked at Professor McGonagall and Hagrid, then whispered, "Thank you for teaching me this."

Harry blinked.

Hagrid also secretly gave Harry a thumbs up.

"Harry, where's Karkaroff? How dare he only give you 7 points!"

Mrs. Weasley, whose house was linked to the Hogwarts Floo network because she was a member of the Order of the Phoenix, now appeared behind them.

She held her wand, her eyes filled with anger.

"Molly, you—"

"Put down your wands. The child is here." Professor McGonagall and Hagrid exclaimed.

"Mom!" Ginny's ears suddenly turned red.

"Mrs. Weasley, that's Karkaroff." Harry pointed to the mess on the judges' bench. Ginny also hurried over and talked about Krum, Karkaroff's continued random scoring, and the curse.

Mrs. Weasley saw this and stuffed her wand into her bosom.

In the referee's seat, Dumbledore drew out his wand and fiddled with the mud that belonged to Karkaroff for a while.

Karkaroff returned to human form.

But there are still dense tentacles on the forehead.

Dumbledore said it was because the curse was too severe.

But Harry suspected that Dumbledore had done that on purpose.

He also noticed that a barely perceptible smile had come over Mrs. Weasley's face as well.

He began to communicate quietly with Professor McGonagall.

The depressions in the site were filled in again.

The students of Beauxbatons began to chant the spell.

Then, a glittering fire dragon crawled out from the gap behind the fence.

All the students of Beauxbatons on the stage, except those who were chanting the mantra, could not help but exclaim in amazement at the beauty of this fire dragon.

This fire dragon named Australian Egg White Eye is indeed not falsely advertised. It is undoubtedly the most beautiful fire dragon.

Yet Harry knew that its beauty was nothing after that man's appearance.

Mr. Weasley saw that everything was fine and blew the whistle for the third time.

Fleur began to slowly walk out of the tent.

Three beams of light also fell from the sky and landed on her.

However, the strange thing is that there is no sign of blessing on her body.

There was nothing in the pupils, the top of the head, and the ribs.

But no one paid attention to this.

Everyone was attracted by Furong's tall figure.

Her every smile and even the way she walks reveal an incomparable beauty.

Her charm is amplified!

However, this is different from the Veela's desire to get closer after seeing something.

Harry felt himself frozen in place.

It's like being hit by a petrification spell.

That figure was the only thing left in his eyes.

When he came to his senses, Furong, who was still charming but no longer had that devilish allure, was standing next to Australian White Eyes.

She stood in a very clever position, and the light from the sun shining through the pearly scales of her Australian egg white eyes was evenly applied to every inch of her skin and the outline behind her.

It's like adding a filter.

It was not until almost half a minute later that he realized that the Australian whiteeye had been subdued.

It lowered its proud head meekly and rubbed Furong's hand like a kitten.

Mr. Weasley stood up from the referee's chair.

After a brief conversation with the flying Golden Snitch, he said, “Unbelievable!
It took only one minute for the warriors of Beauxbatons to subdue the dragon.

According to the off-site video, if she hadn't walked slowly to the dragon, it would have taken even less time!"

The students of Beauxbatons were discussing enthusiastically.

There were also the disappointed moans from the group of old perverts who were expecting their clothes to burst at the beginning of the game.

Only then did they realize that the game was over.

Inside the stands, walk back toward the entrance to Furong.

The Australian white-eyed bull snorted in disappointment.

A few red sparks came out of his nostrils.

Hagrid didn't get a chance to appear this time.

The dragon trainers sighed that finally no fire dragon was injured, and pulled back the fire dragon that was reluctant to leave and still looking at Furong's back.

Just as Harry was trying to recall what had just happened, Ginny beside him showed an unprecedented sweet smile, "You were watching very seriously just now."

Mrs. Weasley on the side also showed the same smile and looked at Mr. Weasley in the stands.

(End of this chapter)