Hogwarts: Starting with full Unforgivable Curses

However, Kakarov's score completely crossed the line of "reasonableness".

According to information revealed by other school warriors, Karkaroff's grading standards for other schools were ridiculously harsh.

The Warriors of Beauxbatons completed the test perfectly, and their tactics and performance were recognized by the other referees, but he only gave them 4 points, almost deliberately negating all of their efforts.

What's even more unacceptable is that when it came to Durmström's Warriors, his scoring criteria changed instantly.

Despite the fact that Durmstrang's warriors failed the test, the golden egg was even burned.

However, Kakarov gave it a perfect score of 10!
When Harry and Cedric heard the news, they were both so shocked that they couldn't speak—they had never imagined that a referee could be so biased.

Draco, on the other hand, looked completely unsurprised, as if he had expected it all along. He simply said, "That's how guys are. I'm afraid they'll throw all principles of fairness to the wind when Durmstrang's interests are involved."

Looking at Karkaroff's stiff expression on the screen, Draco added, "But after this scoring is over, the other principals will surely understand his intentions."

"The next time we conduct the scoring, this step will definitely be adjusted. It will most likely be left until all the warriors from all the schools have completed the test, or until it is confirmed that they cannot complete it, before all the judges will score it together."

He paused, his eyes filled with certainty: "And when the time comes, we will definitely let Karkarov score first—we'll reveal his score first, and then the other judges will adjust it based on his score, to prevent him from deliberately lowering the scores of other schools after seeing their high scores and continuing to apply double standards."

Harry and Cedric exchanged a glance, both agreeing that Draco's prediction made a lot of sense.

After this scoring controversy, no one can ignore Karkaroff's bias anymore, and adjusting the scoring process has become a necessary measure to ensure fairness in subsequent matches.

What they are more concerned about now is what challenges will follow after the first test.

“Actually… I don’t think the Durmstrang warriors did anything wrong.” Cedric looked at the Durmstrang match footage being replayed on the magic screen, his tone tinged with regret. He hesitated halfway through his sentence, as if afraid his opinion was inappropriate.

“You’re right! They really were just incredibly unlucky.” Harry immediately agreed, his eyes full of understanding. “When I watched the replay, I noticed that they were almost touching the golden egg, just one last step away, but then the golden egg was accidentally burned by dragon breath. What a pity.”

Draco leaned against the tent railing, his hands in his pockets. Hearing their conversation, he couldn't help but shrug, his tone laced with a hint of mockery: "Bad luck is one thing, but having a headmaster like that is truly unavoidable. If you really can't stand it, just wait for them to change headmasters—but I'm afraid that's unlikely in the short term."

The three's discussion was quickly interrupted by footsteps outside the tent.

Dylan was seen walking in through the arena entrance, following behind a Ministry of Magic official in a dark green uniform.

The staff member was holding a folder and explained the next steps to Dylan as they walked. The two quickly arrived at the medical rest tent located inside the arena.

As soon as the staff lifted the tent flap, Mrs. Pomfrey appeared at the door.

She frowned, holding the healing wand in her hand. She quickly walked up to Dylan and carefully scanned him from head to toe. The pale blue light at the tip of the wand showed no unusual reaction.

He then went around to Dylan's back and checked his shoulders and back carefully. Only after confirming that there were no hidden wounds or burns did he finally breathe a sigh of relief and a relieved smile appeared on his face: "You're really amazing! You didn't hurt yourself at all."

"Thank you for the compliment, it's nothing," Dylan replied with a smile.

It was just a few dragons and a snow leopard.

It really is nothing.

“That’s right! Very ambitious and confident!” Mrs. Pomfrey patted his arm, her tone full of satisfaction. “This is probably the best news I’ve heard today—at least there are no new wounds to treat.”

As soon as she finished speaking, Harry excitedly stood up from his seat, strode over to Dylan, and said with admiration, "Dylan! The way you dealt with the dragon was amazing! My God, a single spell could block the dragon's breath and even launch an attack at the same time. I never thought basic magic could be used like that!"

“Your handling of the situation was also excellent.” Dylan smiled at Harry, Draco, and Cedric, his gaze lingering on Harry for a few seconds. “I heard you were injured in the back; the wound should be healed by now, right?”

“Of course I’m fine! Don’t you trust Madam Pomfrey’s healing powers? I’m completely healed…” Harry said, trying to turn around to show his healed back, but he froze halfway through the turn—as if he had been frozen in place by an invisible force.

"Even if it's completely healed, you can't move around so much!" Madam Pomfrey's stern voice rang out immediately. She walked to Harry's side and gently tapped his back with her wand. "I've healed your wound, but the healed skin still needs time to consolidate. You must rest well and avoid strenuous activity!"

Harry regained his mobility only after she finished speaking.

He touched the back of his head, his voice becoming somewhat weak: "I understand... Although the wound has indeed healed, since you say so, I will obediently rest for a few days."

"You've all worked hard these past few days, so get some rest." Dylan looked at the three of them, whose faces were slightly tired, and his tone was full of understanding. In order to prepare for the first test, they had been practicing tactics almost every day for the past few days, which had indeed taken a lot of energy.

“Oh, right,” Draco suddenly remembered something, turning to the Ministry of Magic employee beside him with a hint of doubt in his voice, “Where are Mr. Ludobagman and the rest of the judging panel? Didn’t they say what the next steps were after the scoring was over?”

The staff member quickly opened the folder in his hand, glanced at it a few times, and then replied, "Mr. Ludo is currently in the center of the arena, discussing the arrangements for the next events with the principals of the referee team. After we confirm the physical condition of each warrior, he will come over to explain the precautions for the next event. He should be here in about ten minutes."

Upon hearing Draco's question, the Ministry of Magic official immediately realized he needed to explain the situation to all the warriors. He cleared his throat and deliberately raised his voice to ensure that the warriors from the other schools in the tent could hear him clearly: "Please rest assured, warriors, Mr. Ludo and the headmasters of the tribunal are not deliberately delaying. They simply need to prepare some items related to the subsequent procedures, so they will be here in a little while. Please be patient."

As soon as the staff member finished speaking, Draco raised an eyebrow, his tone tinged with curiosity: "Preparing items? What could it be that would make the judging panel take the time to prepare? It can't be a reward for us, can it?"

“I think it’s probably related to the golden egg,” Dylan’s voice rang out at the right moment. He held up the golden egg in his hand, gesturing for everyone to look at it. “Have you noticed anything different about this golden egg compared to the eggs we usually see?”

Upon hearing this, Draco's tone instantly became hesitant: "The differences? I did glance at it before, but I didn't look closely..."

Like Harry, he had been completely focused on Dylan's match against the two dragons ever since he returned to his tent after completing the trial, and had long forgotten about the golden egg.

"After we got back, we put the golden egg on the hospital bed over there, but we haven't had time to study it carefully yet."

Harry shook his head, his tone slightly embarrassed, and coughed twice to cover up his awkwardness. "Mainly, I was too eager to know how you dealt with the dragon. Madam Pomfrey had just healed my wounds when I hurriedly pulled back the curtain to watch the match. I didn't have any interest in the golden egg."

As he spoke, he pointed to a hospital bed in the corner of the tent—the golden egg that belonged to the three of them was lying quietly on the white sheets, sunlight shining through the gaps in the tent and giving it a faint glow.

Draco hesitated because he had done the same thing. When he saw Dylan trap the dragon with magic, he was instantly captivated and forgot to even glance at the golden egg beside him.

“Look here.” Dylan walked to the bedside, placed the golden egg in his hand next to another golden egg, then lifted one of them and pointed to the slightly pointed end of the egg. “If you look closely, you can see a very thin gap in the middle of the golden egg. It’s easy to miss if you’re not paying attention.”

Harry immediately leaned forward, his eyes fixed on the crack, his fingers itching to touch it, but he was afraid of accidentally breaking the golden egg.

He observed for a few seconds, his tone somewhat uncertain: "It feels like... this gap was intentionally designed; maybe we can pry it open with our hands?"

He turned to Dylan and tentatively asked, "How about we give it a try? See if there's anything hidden inside?"

Just as Harry's hand was about to touch the golden egg, the tent flap was suddenly lifted.

Ludobagman and Barty Crouch walked in, each carrying a golden egg—clearly intended for the Durmstrang warriors who had not yet claimed their golden eggs.

They first handed the golden egg to the Durmstrang warriors. After the warriors received the golden egg, Barty Crouch stepped forward and said in a serious tone, "Warriors, I am now going to announce the arrangements for the second project."

The tent fell silent instantly, and all eyes were on him.

Old Barty continued, "The second project will officially begin on March 1st. Before that, you will have plenty of time to rest and adjust, and you can also use this time to try to crack the clues related to the second project."

His gaze shifted to Dylan, and he pointed deliberately to the golden egg in Dylan's hand: "As you've probably noticed, this golden egg itself is a key clue to the second project. If you've examined the egg closely, you should be able to spot the crack on its surface—you can open the egg through this crack, and inside lies important information related to the second project."

No sooner had Old Barty finished speaking than a murmur of discussion arose inside the tent.

Harry and Draco exchanged a glance, both seeing surprise in each other's eyes. They hadn't expected that the golden egg they had previously overlooked would contain such an important clue.

Meanwhile, the warriors from other schools picked up their golden eggs and began to carefully examine the inconspicuous crack, their eyes filled with curiosity and anticipation.

In Mrs. Pomfrey's mind, everyone in the tent fell into only two categories—the wounded who needed treatment, and the non-wounded who were temporarily safe.

After Barty Crouch and Ludo Bagman left, some of the injured warriors had just picked up their backpacks and were about to leave the tent when she quickly stepped forward and grabbed their arms.

“Wait, your injuries aren’t fully healed yet.” Madam Pomfrey frowned, took a small bottle of pale green medicine from her medical kit, and handed it to them. “This is a medicine to reduce swelling and relieve pain. Apply it to the wound twice a day, morning and evening. Don’t think it’s too much trouble. Also, don’t do any strenuous exercise for the next three days. If the wound reopens, it won’t be as simple as just applying medicine.”

The warriors quickly nodded in agreement.

Harry, Dylan, and Draco followed behind, exchanging knowing smiles as they watched.

Not long after they left the tent, a sharp scream suddenly came from behind them. The sound was urgent and loud, breaking the silence of the arena and sending chills down everyone's spine.

"What's going on?" Harry nearly jumped up in fright, turning sharply to look in the direction of the tent, his eyes full of confusion. "Did Madam Pomfrey do something to them again? Like forced treatment or something?"

Draco raised an eyebrow, his tone laced with a hint of malicious mockery: "Maybe someone disobeyed medical advice, like secretly trying to practice magic, and was discovered by Madam Pomfrey. In a fit of anger, she might have used the 'Bone-Lowering Charm' to temporarily immobilize that person—after all, for her, 'obediently recuperating' is the most important thing."

Upon hearing this, Cedric couldn't help but shake his head with a smile: "It shouldn't be that exaggerated."

Although Madam Pomfrey is strict, she only uses healing magic and doesn't casually use spells that restrict movement on people.

Dylan recalled the details of the scream: "The sound didn't sound like a simple wail of pain, but more like someone trying to speak but not being able to, with a hint of urgency. Maybe someone was trying to explain something, but got too anxious and didn't control their volume."

"Could it be a language from Africa?" Harry suddenly realized something, his eyes lighting up. "Lee Jordan told us before that he traveled to Africa for a while during the summer vacation, and he even imitated the local wizards' speech in front of us, just making a bunch of noises, saying that was his daily way of communicating with the locals." (End of this chapter)