Hogwarts: I'm Harry's older cousin

Chapter 292, Question 290: All Thanks to the Competitors

Theoretically, the heaviest brown bear weighs less than two tons, while these fire dragons weigh more than two tons. There is a significant difference in weight alone. Furthermore, although the strength of a brown bear is exaggerated, it is not strong enough to knock down a dragon.

However, you can understand it if you consider that the user was Dudley.

Even without taking any medicine, he could easily smash a fire dragon.

In reality, the so-called drug use was just a smokescreen to boost his reputation and provide an explanation for his exaggerated physical abilities. Outsiders would simply assume he had drunk a magic potion. Anyone who actually believed he couldn't function without the potion would receive a huge "surprise."

Dudley climbed off the fallen Hungarian Hornet Dragon, glanced at the stunned dragon, and silently pulled out his signature red and white ball.

"What is he going to do? Oh my god, the dragon has disappeared! Wait!"

Seemingly realizing what Dudley was about to do, Bagman tried to shout to stop him, but it was too late; Dudley's gaze had already turned to the other three fire dragons.

The three red and white balls were thrown out, and the dragon and the ball were both captured.

Dudley quietly put the red and white balls away and raised his wand once more.

"The Dursleys have already won, what else is there for them to do?"

Dali glanced speechlessly at the judges on the panel.

Have these people forgotten what the competition was about? His goal wasn't to defeat the dragon at all, but to get the golden egg guarded by the dragon!

With a wave of his wand and a chant, four golden eggs floated over and landed steadily at Dudley's feet.

Only then can the challenge be considered complete.

Bagman only remembered when he saw the four golden eggs that Dudley's mission was not to defeat the dragon. His brain worked quickly, and he immediately replied, "Ah... Congratulations to our Dursley for his victory."

"Now, please welcome our five judges to give their scores, including myself, of course."

His witty and humorous words made the audience burst into laughter.

The other judges exchanged glances, and after a brief silence, they all drew their wands in perfect unison.

The first one was Madam Maxim, from which a long, silver ribbon-like thing shot out from the tip of her wand, twisting to form a large "10".

"Oh my god, the first perfect score in the Triwizard Tournament has been achieved."

The scoring system is based on a scale of 0 to 10, with 10 being the highest and 0 being the lowest.

Even if Ms. Maxim is unwilling to accept it, Dali's performance is beyond doubt and obvious to all.

Next up was Lucius, whose wand shot out a number '9' in the air.

This elicited a small chorus of boos.

The young wizards at Hogwarts all knew that he had some grudge against Dudley, so this score of 9 was unfair.

Then it was Dumbledore's turn. Another '10', and this time the cheers from the audience were even louder.

Upon arriving in Bagman, another 10 points were achieved.

Now Dudley has three 10s and one 9, which is quite an impressive number.

The last one, Karkaroff, looked even more gloomy after seeing the scores from the other judges. The more outstanding and impressive Dali was, the lower Viktor's chances of winning became, especially since they had just discussed the conclusion that if Dali could pass the test, the other contestants wouldn't need to participate.

After hesitating for a while, Karkaroff finally raised his wand, and a large number '3' appeared in the sky.

At that moment, all the wizards present stared blankly at the number in the sky, and many of them even rubbed their eyes hard.

They must have read that right? Such an excellent play only got 3 points?

Behind-the-scenes manipulation? Malicious suppression?

After a very short silence, boos almost echoed throughout the entire arena. Everyone looked at Karkarov on the judges' panel with disdain, and everyone scoffed at his score.

The ability to speak in the Dragon Speaker's dialect, the spell to break through the fire dragon's defenses, and the skill to develop potions on his own—each of these is something that most adults, let alone students, cannot achieve.

To say he's Dumbledore's prized student is an understatement; to say he's Dumbledore's successor would be more accurate.

Even if Karkaroff were to play, he couldn't do as well as Dali.

To achieve perfection in every aspect.

Those present weren't fools; it was very obvious that they were deliberately giving low scores.

"Is this all the politeness Durmstrang has?"

"Can't afford to lose?"

Many audience members stood up and shouted indignantly.

"What a terrible school! What a terrible principal!"

"Get off the court! You're not fit to be a referee!"

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The shouts of insults and doubts echoed throughout the arena. The audience came to watch an exciting match, not to witness any shady dealings between schools. If Bagman hadn't used his magical megaphone to calm them down, many of the emotionally charged wizards would have rushed onto the judges' panel.

Seeing that the other referees were also looking at him, Karkarov reluctantly raised the spell.

The huge '3' changed and became a '7'.

Even a score of 7 is too low. Look at Beauxbatons School, which is also one of the top three schools, and look at Principal Maxim, who is so generous and gives a perfect score without any favoritism.

In fact, after seeing Dali's excellence, Ms. Maxim had almost given up hope of winning the competition, which is why she was able to give him a perfect score fairly. Otherwise, who doesn't have a little selfishness?

However, without comparison, there is no harm; the more petty and narrow-minded Karkaroff is, the more magnanimous and generous Ms. Maxim appears.

In short—it's all thanks to the contrast with its competitors.

Ms. Maxim thus inexplicably gained a wave of goodwill.

"What do we do now? Should the other warriors go on the field?" Bagman asked after looking around for a while.

"Of course we need to. The remaining three warriors haven't had their matches yet," Karkaroff said, his thick skin a testament to his mastery. He showed no sign of the fact that he had just made the suggestion that Dudley's success meant he was the only one with a result.

"But the audience already knows about this, so if we force them to back out..."

Karkaroff glared at Bagman, blaming him for the very thing that had led him to say those words: "Are you going to let the other warriors' scores be zero?"

The latter completely ignored Karkaroff's angry glare.

You were the one who suggested it, and now you want to back out?

One was the headmaster of a German magic school, and the other was the director of the English Magical Sports Department; in terms of power alone, the latter was clearly superior.

Seeing that Bagman was completely ignoring him, Karkarov had no choice but to ask the only referee among the several judges present who might be on his side.

"Mr. Lucius, what's your opinion?"

(End of this chapter)