Hogwarts: I Am Such a Model Wizard

Chapter 517 Scripts, all scripts

 After staying in the locker room for a while, Kyle and a few others returned to the stands.

 Professor McGonagall arranged them in the stands next to the referee's seat.

"You have to wait a little longer..." she said. "We won't start scoring until all the warriors come out."

Kyle nodded in understanding.

 After Professor McGonagall left, he watched the game with peace of mind like an ordinary spectator.

This feeling is pretty good.

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

But watching it, Kyle suddenly realized that he seemed to have made the game a lot more difficult.

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

In other words, the simplest method of clearing the level, where two people set off the fire dragon and one person holds the stone, is no longer available. If they want to pass the level, they must face the fire dragon directly.

But the problem is that after passing the first two levels, their condition has reached the extreme. Fleur was pale and panting, and Krum also held a Firebolt in his hand, but his arm was bleeding. Blood.

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

 “It’s really yours.” A rough voice came from behind.

Kyle turned around and found that it was Professor Moody.

 He looked very happy, his magic eye dancing in his eye socket.

"Your flying spell is really crisp and beautiful... It would be better if it could be used in the first level. After all, the speed of the civet is much slower than the firebolt."

As if he was commenting on Kyle's performance, he gushed: "The third level is what surprised me the most. It's bold, decisive, and confident... If you want to join the Auror, just rely on this competition. I can make the decision for you to join the Auror office in advance.

 “How is it, are you interested?”

"Thank you, Professor." Kyle said, "But I'm still a student now, so I'll wait until I graduate."

 He knows very well what it means to be bold and decisive...it's just a script, it's all discussed in advance.

However, the effect is pretty good now. Even Professor Moody, who has the magic eye, can't see it. Then others can't see it either... maybe except Dumbledore, but the impact is not big.

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

Kyle turned back and continued watching the game.

“Oh, just a little bit…careful…oh my gosh, I thought she had it.”

 “It’s too dangerous, oops...Krum’s move is 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 knows the information about the fire dragon in advance, so he cannot be stumped.

Fleur used a strange hypnotic magic to make the fire dragon drowsy... Kyle felt that the dragon owners would want to learn this trick. After all, they usually require five or six people to use the coma spell together. Put the fire dragon into a deep sleep.

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

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

But ten minutes later, he came back. Although he looked a lot sluggish, he was at least able to move around.

"Believe it now, Karkaroff," said Dumbledore. "Our Madam Pomfrey will definitely give you a living warrior."

 The nervous look on Karkaroff's face finally faded away... Although Krum's current state has nothing to do with being alive and kicking, it is much better than before.

 “There’s a great Healer at Hogwarts,” he said.

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

 Everyone looked over immediately.

"The maximum number for each person is no more than ten points." Bagman said, "First of all, Fleur Delacour, then, I will go first..." He raised his wand into the air, and a long, silver ribbon-like thing came from Squirted out of the wand.

 “7 points!”

 Next is Chris, who also gave a score of 7.

"Probably because she was deducted points in the second level." Cedric whispered: "Her performance at that time was indeed not very good."

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

 When it’s Karkaroff’s turn…

"What?" George said in disbelief, "Two points, this is too low. No matter what, she passed all the levels."

But Bagman didn't seem to hear him.

 Next up is Viktor Krum…

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

 And Ms. Maxim... She really couldn't do it to the level of Karkaroff, so she gave it a five point in the end.

 Finally, it’s time to reach Kyle.

"Ah, there's nothing to say." Bagman smiled and stretched out his wand, "Ten points, no doubt!"

 Then, Chris smiled and gave the same score.

As if they had agreed upon it, the scores of the four judges were surprisingly consistent, all ten points.

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

Finally he stretched out his wand and blew out a number...9.

"What?" Before Kyle could say anything, Fred yelled angrily: "Nine points? You are a nasty, partial guy who is not worthy of being a referee at all..."

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

Others are also very angry... To be honest, although it is not a perfect score, nine points is already very high and everyone can accept it.

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

Anyone with some IQ and basic common sense can see that Kyle's performance in these three levels was much better than Krum... but the result was one point lower than him.

 Such a comparison, everyone can't accept it... The partiality is not so obvious, are you ashamed?

However, in the face of these voices, Karkaroff was not present at all, and did not even turn his head, pretending that he had not heard them.

 “Hey, go on!”

At this moment, among the dense crowd, something that looked like a ball of parchment suddenly flew towards this side, and the target was Karkaroff's head.

 “Throwing paper balls...oh, it’s a child’s trick.”

　Karkaroff reached out his hand disdainfully, preparing to swat it aside.

However, the moment his hand came into contact with the paper ball, the paper ball exploded... A gray-black juice with a strong smell poured directly into Karkaroff's face.

Karkaroff was stunned at first, and then his entire face quickly turned from green to purple, and then quickly turned pale again.

　　vomit…

The smell was so stinky that at that moment, he almost fainted.

Everyone around, including Dumbledore and Maxim, subconsciously stepped back... Some used the Bubble Curse, some used the Cyclone Curse, and some covered their noses. Everyone tried their best to stop the spread of the stench. .

Karkaroff's face turned even darker when he saw this scene.

 Not because no one came to help, but because he just discovered that some of the smelly juice splashed into his mouth.

 (End of this chapter)