In the venue, Egg casually summoned the glowing trophy and gently placed it in front of the four of them.

"To be honest, the look of your last level was unexpectedly ugly." Iger glanced at the four of them: "Hysterical..."

Fleur turned her head in embarrassment.

"Crying dad and calling mother..."

Jiang Xuanzhong coughed embarrassedly.

"Headless..."

Krum looked down and fiddled with his fingers...

"And... Sexy and glamorous. Egg looked at Hermione and smiled.

Hermione's face flushed slightly, and the other three suddenly turned their heads: "??? ”

"Ahem... Of course, this game can also be considered the toughest game ever, as in previous tournaments you would never face more than two level 5x creatures per level, but this time...... emmm…”

Looking at the group of magical beasts of different shapes outside the golden flame, Egg laughed, "Very good. ”

The audience in the stadium immediately cheered, and the chaotic shouts startled the birds on the outskirts of the Forbidden Forest.

It was a cause for celebration to be complimented by the normally serious Professor McGonagall, but it was certainly an honor to be praised by Egger.

This glory does not come from Egger's identity, but from the mouth of the existence of Egger's species, which crushes all magical creatures, and it is something to be proud of.

In the past, Egger gave others the feeling that I never looked at whether they were strong or not when I made friends, and I was not as strong as me anyway~

Egger had praised others for their charm, intelligence, and even the elves' craftsmanship with food, but he had never praised others for their strength, but this time, people really heard such words of praise from Egger's mouth.

"Still, I can't be sure if you'll be able to afford this trophy until then, because this year's trophy is the most valuable one!" Egger looked at a few people with a smile: "So I need to see if you have the courage to pick up the trophy, it seems that you are all ready to become a benevolent if you don't succeed, I am very pleased, so I announce that this year's ranking is tied for first place." ”

Fleur looked at Egg in a daze: "But the referee..."

"Oh... Go to his jury. Egger waved his hand casually: "Dragon, I caught it, the money, I took it." So I've got the final say, what's the problem? ”

Not... No problem...

Karkaroff looked at the screen in front of him and swallowed, Dumbledore looked a little disappointed, he was still looking forward to the final score.

Madame Maxim's kind smile did not matter much. She knew that from the second hurdle, Fleur's record of winning the championship was almost gone.

As for Zou Shu, Old Man Zou stroked his beard with a smile, he really came with the purpose of friendship first and competition second, so he couldn't talk about any disappointment.

"That's... There is only one trophy..."Jiang Xuanzhong grinned in embarrassment.

"It's okay, I'll ask someone to build a few more, it's not a problem." Iger spread his hands.

"I still think... It's a little too sudden..."Hermione looked at her hands in a daze, the parts that had been bruised and bumped in the maze were covered with wisps of golden flames, and the golden flames were circulating rapidly on her body, repairing the injuries suffered by several people in the game.

"Very good, since that's the case, then let's go back~" Egger tapped the staff on the ground, and several people appeared on the rostrum of the spectator stand in an instant, and in the next second, the deafening cheers suddenly resounded at the edge of the Forbidden Forest, and people threw flowers to the warriors they were optimistic about, and the warm atmosphere infected everyone present.

“boss！ Are you crazy? ”

As soon as Egger came out of the Forbidden Forest, he was dragged aside by the twins who rushed to the podium.

"What's wrong?" Iger was stunned.

"Four people tied for the first place, that means there are no losers in this game, and the same means that as bookmakers, we have to lose a lot of money!" George spat in his mouth and looked at Egg with a broken face.

"It's okay, little things." Egger smiled: "Take a long-term view, give as much as you want." ”

"Why?" Fred sighed wistfully.

"The whole people are carnival, they want to win money in gambling, and what I want is that the competition can continue smoothly after the championship." Egger raised a finger: "What I want is the good reputation of the official bookmaker, and the identity of the bookmaker in every future competition, a competition, not much to lose." ”

Iger smiled, holding the Philosopher's Stone in his hand, he could play the British wizarding world to inflation if he wanted to...

After sending the twins away, Egger was soon surrounded by crazy students, all cheering excitedly, because there were no losers in this game, and if anyone had to say who lost, then it seemed that only Egger would be the only one.

However, looking at Hermione, who was chatting with Aisha excitedly, Egg felt that it was actually good to be a big boss once in a while.

……

For a whole day, all the students were immersed in the joy of the end of the competition, and in the evening, the Gryffindor tower was filled with singing and dancing, and this time even many students from other houses took advantage of the excitement to get into the Gryffindor tower.

Like Draco and Astoria whispering in the corner, or Luna looking at Neville with flat eyes, everyone was eagerly discussing the last game of the day, accompanied by someone's dancing and laughter.

At this time, Iger sat quietly in a soft chair in the principal's room, drinking lemon juice, thinking about something more important.

The headmaster's room was also lively tonight, with the strongest group of people in the wizarding world by far appearing here.

For example, a mysterious person with a hood and a bell to hide his identity is leaning against the window and playing with a wand.

Another example is Emily, a loli vampire who is more than two hundred years old and still pretending to be tender, is curiously poking at the Slytherin portrait on the wall: "Eh... You're a Slytherin, aren't you? ”

"I heard that your descendants also have blood clans~"

"Can the parseltongue only talk to snakes? Lizards, salamanders, or something? ”

Slytherin looked agitated, impatiently dodging Emily's restless little hands in the portrait.

Dumbledore sat quietly behind his desk, his deep gaze resting on a cauldron in the middle of the room, which was tumbling and tumbling, while Snape was quietly boiling potions.

Barty Jr., who was caught by Egger during the day, was tied to a chair with a big tie and was being guarded by Professor McGonagall.

"I want to... It should be pretty much fine. Snape whispered in a flat voice.

"That's good, I think, so how are we going to force Harry to give his own blood now?"

Dumbledore smiled happily and looked at Snape, who had finished brewing the potion.

"Leave it to me—" Snape said in a grim tone.

He wasn't going to take Harley's blood, was he? Iger looked at Snape as he strode away, suspicious.