Hogwarts: My name is the Unforgivable Curse...

Chapter 326 Hibiscus Makes its Debut

"Forty-seven points...tsk, not bad."

Upon hearing the score announced by Barty Jr., Avada predictably curled his lip – there was no way around it, that unfortunate pillar was indeed a fatal flaw, and even if he were in the judges' seat, he might not have the nerve to give himself a perfect score.

Moreover, if it's forty-seven points, it means that at least two of the five judges gave him a perfect score, which is already quite generous. Thinking of this, he couldn't help but glance at the judges' table again—the other three, except for Dumbledore, were looking at him with astonishment and shock, while Dumbledore, noticing his gaze, chuckled and gave him a thumbs up.

The enormous fire dragon finally disappeared from his sight, and then the staff carried an even larger box over and placed it on one side of the arena—presumably the next fire dragon the warrior would face. At the same time, "Ludo Bagman" jogged down from his stands, carrying a package in one hand and waving excitedly at Avada with the other.

"That was absolutely brilliant, Mr. Ken!"

His voice was a little hoarse, probably from shouting too loudly during his commentary: "When we designed the levels, we almost never expected any warrior to be able to completely repair the golden egg and still defeat the fire dragon! Guiding the fire dragon's mindset... what a brilliant idea!"

"The golden egg obtained in this level was originally intended for the third trial, and the reason it was designed to be this difficult was to further increase the challenges the warriors would face in the third level. But with this complete golden egg—and I might as well give you a heads-up, Mr. Ken—the third trial will be a huge relief for you! If you can maintain this incredible form, then the championship of the Triwizard Tournament is practically yours..."

While enthusiastically praising it, he untied the package he was carrying, revealing a giant, golden egg that seemed to be made of real gold: "This is your golden egg. You'd better take good care of it for a while, since the third level won't be until next May, which is almost half a year from now—you warriors have pushed the progress a bit too fast."

"Thank you, Mr. Bagman."

Avada glanced at the golden egg briefly, and finding no obvious curses or traps, put it in his hand: "So where should I go next?"

"The medical tents over there."

"Bagman" pointed in a direction outside the arena: "Although you've hardly been touched by the fire dragon, I still suggest you go over there for a check-up, so you don't find out you have some hidden and troublesome injury when you get back... I have to go call the next warrior, shall we talk more during the interview?"

"...I would be delighted, Mr. Bagman."

Avada glanced at Bagman, who had already turned away, before silently walking toward the spot Bagman had pointed to, clutching his golden egg.

If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he wouldn't have been able to imagine that someone's acting skills could be so superb and flawless.

Despite the fact that Barty Jr.'s portrayal of Ludo Bagman—passionate and excited—was absolutely perfect in every way—from his expressions and tone of voice to his movements and the deepest details of his eyes—his inner world, while seemingly perfectly aligned with his body in Avada Kedavra's magical senses, harbored a persistent, subtle, and incredibly resilient killing intent within him.

"But at least the effort wasn't in vain; we got the complete golden egg."

Avada Kedavra sensed the golden egg in his hand again, but still didn't examine it closely immediately: 'There are still six months between now and when I need to use this golden egg, and as long as I resolve Harry's problem during Christmas, I'll be completely free of worries. That's enough time for me to thoroughly investigate all the conspiracies…'

"Well done, Ken!"

Suddenly, his thoughts were interrupted by a cacophony of shouts. His Hogwarts companions practically swarmed around him, but perhaps because he was heading towards the infirmary, they didn't immediately lift him into the air like last time: "Defeating a Ukrainian Ironbelly all by yourself—that means you can break into Gringotts' underground vaults by yourself!"

"That's an exaggeration, considering Gringotts has so many layers of insurance..."

"I was just saying—and you've only lost four points in total across both categories, which means even if Krum and Delacour both get perfect scores, you're still only in second place!"

"But is it possible for them to get a perfect score?"

"Hahaha……"

The group congratulated Avada amidst a cacophony of voices, watching him enter the first-aid tent. After Durmstrang's burly school doctor examined him and declared him unharmed, they all reached down and carried Avada back to his seat at Hogwarts...

"Next, please welcome our second warrior, Miss Fleur Delacour!"

Bagman's voice rang out again: "Like Mr. Ken, she also needs to follow the rules of this competition and defeat a brand new Ukrainian Ironbelly in the end to win—thanks to our behind-the-scenes staff, as controlling three Ironbelly is quite a difficult task..."

Avada, already seated in the audience, could easily see Fleur's current state. She was also reading the booklet, her expression gradually shifting from astonishment to contortion, then to desperate struggle, before finally settling into a thoughtful look—it seemed she already had a plan; those who could become warriors were indeed no simpletons.

"How do you think she'll deal with the fire dragon?"

Before the competition began, the Hogwarts students, like the others, started discussing: "I remember she was a half-Veep, could she just use hypnosis to control the dragon and order it to do whatever she wanted?"

"No, Veela's magic isn't that exaggerated."

Avada decisively dismissed Cedric's guess: "Besides, the clothes they gave the warriors had a curse on them to provoke the dragons—it's practically a natural counter to Veela."

"But her personal abilities also seem quite good."

Baron shook his head slightly: "Let's see first. After all, he was chosen by the Goblet of Fire, a warrior who can rival Ken."

And so, on the field, the much-anticipated Fleur finally drew her wand, puffed out her chest, and, after what seemed like a deep breath, stepped through the barrier. At the same time, the Ukrainian Iron Belly, which had been resting on the ground, suddenly opened its bloodshot eyes…

(End of this chapter)