The mirror-smooth blue door of space reflects the last scene of Clark's historical illusion.

The next moment, the real Clark was "spit out" by the boiling spatial portal.

The boy took the treasure he had brought out of the illusion and landed firmly on the ground, and there was silence for a moment, and then it seemed as if someone had turned up the volume.

Clark heard voices coming from the crowd, screaming and clapping in a deafening voice, just like Ireland's supporters at the World Cup.

"Look!" Bagman shouted from the stands, "Look at yourselves! The youngest warrior in our grade, slayed the dragon and got the treasure! This will close the gap between Mr. Puwert and the rest of the Warriors! ”

In the face of Bagman's exaggerated statement, the students of the other two schools pouted in dissatisfaction, and they looked up at the sunset and sunset in the sky, and Clark's game had already taken more than four hours.

This is still in the case of the inconsistency between the flow of time in the historical fantasy and the real world, and the time he consumes far exceeds that of other warriors.

At this time, with the appearance of Clark, the blue illusion portal boiled again, and then a larger guy was also "spit out".

It was the dragon that had just been killed by Clark in the illusion, but after the illusion, it regained its appearance as a Hungarian wasp.

However, compared to when it entered the illusion, its size has shrunk a circle, and the color of its scales has become black and red, but it is sixty percent similar to the evil dragon in the illusion.

In addition, it seems that because it had just been killed once, the Hungarian tree wasp had not yet recovered from its illusion, and as soon as it fell to the ground, it hung its head and remained motionless, as if it were dead.

Clark saw the dragon trainers led by Charlie rushing over to check the status of the Hungarian tree bees.

At the entrance to the venue, Professor McGonagall and Hagrid hurried over to greet him.

They were all waving at him, and even from such a distance, the smiles on their faces were still visible.

In the surrounding stands, the noise of the crowd knocked on his diaphragm, and Clark waved at those who supported him, and a bright smile bloomed on his face.

Although in the past few months, he has been showing no concern about the game and seems to be winning, but the invisible pressure is actually only clear to him.

Now that the dust has settled and he has successfully passed the first project, his mood is rarely relaxed.

"That's amazing, Clark!"

Professor McGonagall said loudly, and the words that came out of her mouth were already high praise.

"Before the referee scores, you need to go to Madam Pomfrey...... Although the damage in the illusion is not real, it certainly doesn't feel too good...... She was right there. ”

"You succeeded, Clark!" Hagrid's voice was hoarse, "You made it!" And you're dealing with a tree bee, and you know Charlie says the tree bee is the most ferocious - and it's strengthened. ”

"Thank you, Hagrid." Clark had to say it out loud so that Hagrid wouldn't be reckless enough to continue and leak out that he had taken him to see the dragon beforehand, even if it wasn't a big deal.

"Alright, Prewitt, please hurry to the emergency tent......" Professor McGonagall said.

Clark waved again at the stands, then walked out of the field in style.

He saw Madam Pomfrey standing at the entrance to the second tent, looking anxious.

"Fire Dragon!" She said in a disgusted tone, and pulled Clark inside.

The tent was divided into cubicles, and he could make out Krum through the canvas, he was so tall after all.

Madam Pomfrey scrutinized Clarke's face and the shoulder he had been wounded in the illusion but was now back to his original state, grumbling and grumbling.

"Last year it was the Dementors, this year it was the Fire Dragon, what are they going to bring into this school next?

Although there will be no injuries in it, who knows if there will be a mental effect...... Come on, drink this......"

She handed Clark a cup of smoking, strange-smelling purple liquid, and then told him to move his shoulders as instructed to see if anything was wrong.

"Alright, sit quietly for a minute—sit down! Then you can go and see your score. ”

She hurried out of the tent, and Clark tasted the purple liquid in the glass, well, it turned out to be a glass of chilled grape juice, maybe she thought it was similar to wine, and it would be relaxing.

"How are you feeling, Clark?" Fleur's voice came from next door.

"Thank you for your concern, I feel great." Clark responded with a smile.

As soon as he finished speaking, two men lifted the curtain of the tent and rushed in—it was Hermione, followed closely by Neville.

"Clark, you're so good!" Hermione said excitedly, in a loud voice, "You're amazing!" It's amazing! ”

"Well, I think Clark himself understands that," Neville reassured, then looked at Clark as well, "But let me tell you, you're amazing!" ”

"You two, why are you so numb?" Clark scolded with a laugh.

At this time, Bagman's voice came outside, and Hermione hurriedly cleaned up her mood and wiped away the excited tears from the corners of her eyes.

"Clark, let's go, they're going to rate you......"

Clarke, with the artifact from the historical illusion in his hand, bowed his head and walked out of the tent, Neville following him, telling him all about the previous three games.

"Of the three, the most aggressive should be that Durmstrang Krum.

He has a lot of physical strength, not like a normal human, and his wand is very strange, not only for melee attacks, but also for lightning damage.

Once inside, he went straight to the dragon, fought it hand-to-hand, successfully drove it out of the cave, and then picked out a golden wine cup inside.

The girl named Fleur cast a kind of magic and summoned many dolls, not only in appearance enough to confuse the real thing, but also with good combat effectiveness.

The puppets managed to contain the dragon, giving her a chance to infiltrate the cave and steal the treasure.

But in the end, the fire dragon still spewed out a powerful flame, destroying her and the doll together. ”

"As for that Bruce Stewart," Neville hesitated, "I don't know how to describe it, but as soon as he entered the cavern, he used his spell, cast a big move, and transformed into some strange weapons......"

"It's a musket, Clark!" Hermione, who was born into a Muggle family, added, "After that Bruce Stewart activated the spell seal, he summoned countless muskets behind him, forming a dense rain of bullets, suppressing the fire dragon to the point of immobility, and even seriously injured and fled. ”

"Although that move is very powerful, he is the only one of the few warriors who has activated the spell mark once, and from this point of view, he is inferior to you." Neville said.

Clark smiled and shook his head.

"How do you know that the other two didn't activate the spell seal?

Even if it wasn't activated, the two of them definitely benefited from it and channeled some of the power, otherwise Krum's attack would never have brought thunder and lightning, and Fleur would never have been able to control so many dolls. ”

His tone was very firm, as if he had seen it with his own eyes.

Hermione asked curiously, "What about you, did you also use the power of the spell seal?" ”

Clark looked up proudly, "Me? I'm purely on my own! ”

Of course, the plug-in brought by the system can also be regarded as a kind of strength.

As they spoke, they came to the edge of the field.

The tree wasp had been removed, and Clark could see where the five referees were sitting - just to the right of the audience, sitting in raised golden chairs.

"The maximum rating for each person is no more than 10." Neville said.

Clark squinted his eyes and looked into his chair towards the setting sun, only to see the dark faces, and he was completely unable to judge the attitude of the five referees.

"Ask the Warrior to show the treasure he brought out of the illusion for the judges present to score!"

It was Bagman, and Clark heard him.

Even though everything had already been revealed in the blue portal, Clark still raised his right hand and spread his palm.

Under the bright red sunset, a crystal clear blue light rippled from Clark's palm like a wave of water, as if dragging the entire competition venue into the deep sea, shocking everyone.

Everyone's eyes were focused on Clark's palm.

There, an aqua blue, teardrop-like transparent gemstone is radiating a mesmerizing glow.

That's right, Clarke, who took ownership of the Nibelungen Ring, didn't take the ring out of the illusion, but kept his promise with the Rhine fairies and returned all the gold to them.

In return and gratitude to him, the Rhine nymph, who had a crush on Clark, also left him a tear and gave it to him.

Legend has it that the merman, or fish man, will only shed tears for a beloved in his life, and once this tear falls, it will turn into pearls and gemstones.

Among them, there is the purest blessing in the world, called "love".

The teardrop that Clark has now obtained is such a rare treasure.

As an expert in the identification of jewelry and jade in the wizarding world, Madame Maxim has seen too many so-called gemstones, but this "mermaid tears" of Clark is also the first time she has seen it in her life.

It is said that once the owner of this jewel dies, this "mermaid tear" will re-transform into a river, carrying the soul of its owner to the side of the beloved.

So in today's world, maybe this thing is the only one.

The first referee – Madame Maxim – raised her wand into the air.

A long silver ribbon-like thing erupted from her wand, twisting into a large figure of nine.

"As much as I love this gem, you're spending too much time!" Madame Maxim said to the applause of the audience, "I deduct one point for this." ”

Next was Mr. Crouch, who spewed a "9" into the air.

"I also agree with Madame Maxime." Crouch was always so concise and to the point.

"Looks like you have a chance to be number one!" Neville clapped his face and shouted.

At this time, Karkaroff raised his wand.

He pauses for a moment, then a number erupts from his wand—"4."

"What?" Not only Neville, but some of the spectators in the stands also clamored, "Four? You nasty, eccentric fellow, you gave Krum ten points! ”

However, Karkaroff was still quibbling about it, "I admit that this gem is indeed the most precious treasure brought out by several warriors, but you have spent too much time trying to kill the dragon, and you have surpassed other warriors in this regard. ”

Fortunately, Ludo Bagman who followed him gave another voice that made the audience cheer - 10 points.

10 points! That's a perfect score!

Neville and Hermione almost jumped in excitement, only Clark knew that Bagman's score must contain some favors.

At this point, the four referees had already given their own answers, and now only Headmaster Dumbledore remained.

Everyone was looking at him, and Dumbledore took off his half-moon glasses, wiped them with a cloth, and said in a tone that bordered on exclamation.

"Love! This is arguably the closest thing to eternal topic, and I'll give you a 9 for this lesson alone.

However, untested love is like a castle made of sand, and it will disperse when the wind comes.

Therefore, it seems to me that your kind heart that can maintain your nature in the face of the temptation of wealth and power, and pursue love and justice, is more precious than this gem.

For the sake of your humanity in this game, I decided to give you - 10 points! ”

The audience was infected by Dumbledore's words, and immediately burst into thunderous applause.

Only Hermione, with the corners of her mouth downward, stared at Clark viciously for a long time with a very unkind gaze.

For a moment, Clark felt that his situation at the moment was worse than when he had just faced the dragon in the illusion.

He wished there was a crack in the ground now so he could get in.

Fortunately, Hermione, who has always been knowledgeable, knew that this was not a suitable place to talk about this, which made Clark, who turned to leave the venue, feel that his mood was lighter than air.

As the game ended, more people began to walk down the stands and flock to the four warriors.

Clark saw that it wasn't just Gryffindor and Ravenclaw students cheering him on in the crowd.

In fact, when they saw the challenges Clark was facing, and saw his intelligence, bravery, and trustworthiness, most of the school's classmates began to support him.

Even some of the Slytherin students began to be attracted by his charisma and applauded softly.

"Well done!"

"You're awesome!"

"Well done!"

This was the voice that Clark heard the most in the crowd.

At the same time, several pleasant system prompts also sounded in his ears.