Fleur's score came out quickly.

Compared to Harry, she was a bit of a bad performer.

While it is true that Meiwa's magic is good enough to charm dragons, the beast only wants to eat good "food" and does not pity flowers.

Ms. Maxim gave a perfect score of 10, causing the young wizards to curse.

Harry gave nine points, and this kind of performance was actually given ten points?

Ludo gave them a fair score, with two people from the Ministry of Magic giving six and Dumbledore giving seven, and he was always tolerant of young wizards.

But by the time Karkaroff gave his rating, Gryffindor cursed louder, and the rotten spewed at him again - Karkaroff gave Fleur a rating of five, which was still low.

But Harry was only four!

Why is she five points!

Karkarov's face did not change as he collapsed in front of him, ignoring the group of young wizards at all.

The result was still very pleasing to the young wizards at Hogwarts, and Fleur only scored thirty-four, a full nine points behind Harry.

Krum was the last to play.

He was greeted with a wave of boos - because of his headmaster, who had made him less popular, less popular.

It didn't make any difference to him, and as a Quidditch superstar in the wizarding world, he had always been in a good state of mind.

He was slightly quicker than Fleur, and he wasn't hurt, but he provoked the dragon and made it crush a few eggs, which made the Ministry official blush a little with anger - well, the Ministry of Magic was spending hundreds of Galleons more.

Ms. Maxim gave him a score of seven – she was angry that Karkaroff gave Fleur a low score.

Umbridge hesitated for a moment and scored an eight.

Ludo was not polite at all, scoring a four, which drew the displeasure of a group of Krum's fanatical fans, but they didn't dare to make too much of a noise, and the young wizards of Hufflepuff and Gryffindor next to them were rejoicing.

Dumbledore gave eight points, he was fair and objective, he was doing his duty as a referee seriously, and he would not abuse this power, even if it was small, only for a year.

Karkaroff was very eccentric, he did not even hide his partiality.

No one set off fireworks for Krum, he set off for Krum.

The huge number "10" exploded in the air.

The sound of ridicule and cursing was endless.

But no matter how biased he was, Krum's final score was only thirty-six, only two points higher than Fleur, and he was in second place by a narrow margin.

Ludo quickly walked back to the tent.

He smiled brightly: "Congratulations to the three warriors!" You're doing a great job. ”

Fleur pouted, and Krum's face was gloomy.

Compared to Harry's relaxed state, they weren't great.

Ludo only had Harry in his eyes, not the two of them.

"But the first round is just the beginning, and I dare say the second round is harder than that." Ludo smiled and clapped his hand, making a crisp sound, "The next project will start at half past nine in the morning on February 24 next year." ”

"You've got more than three months to prepare."

"Of course, as is the tradition of the Triwizard Tournament, I still won't give you any clues about the second round, but. A small tip is still no problem. ”

"Look at the golden egg in your hand, do you see that it can be opened? The Golden Egg contains news about the second round, but it doesn't tell you that you need to use your brains and wits to solve the mystery. ”

"Do you get it?"

The three nodded.

Ludo looked at Harry, stopped talking, and finally sighed and said nothing.

He left the tent.

Harry also walked out with Hermione and Ron, around the Forbidden Forest, to the castle.

Krum and Fleur also planned to go back to rest, but they didn't have Harry's treatment, and before they could get out of the tent, they were stopped by Rita, holding a quill and a small notebook in their hands, and a fake and greasy smile on their faces: "Two warriors, please wait! I have some interviews that I'd like to ask for your cooperation. ”

"How do you rate your performance in the first round? And the evaluation of the opponent? ”

"Do you think there is any unfair scoring by the judges?"

Fleur was not angry and glared at her: "You should have asked Potter, not us, he was the winner of the first round." ”

Krum didn't speak, but nodded.

Rita's smile froze.

Didn't she want to ask?

She just didn't dare.

"Please answer my question first, shall we talk about Mr. Potter?" Rita pretended not to understand Fleur's words, her voice was sweet, and she continued to ask.

On the way back to the castle.

They didn't take the previous road, it was a little too crowded, and they took another road, a little farther and unattended.

Ron put Crook Hill on his head, took the golden egg from Harry's hand, and looked at it carefully, "This is the golden egg, it doesn't seem to be golden."

"Brass and silver." Harry replied casually, "The Ministry of Magic is reluctant to use gold. ”

Ron was a little disappointed: "Well, I thought it was all gold for this big one, after all, you have to pass through a fire dragon." ”

"Fire dragons are worth much more than gold." Hermione shook her head and looked at Harry, eager to try, "Harry, can you sell me some dragon blood?" Some potions, as well as alchemy, use this thing. ”

Harry pulled out his wand and was about to put it on the Sorting Hat when he paused, looked up, and looked forward.

A faint breath.

His face changed slightly, and he pulled out a map of the living spots.

Hermione and Ron sensed something, and both pulled out their wands and looked around.

On the map, names appeared densely on the edge of the Forbidden Forest, towards the castle, Harry held out his finger, judging the direction - but the breath was not in the map, it was on the edge of the Forbidden Forest, just a little bit closer to the map catching him.

Are you guarding yourself? I know I might have something like a map in my hand.

Or was it just an accident? He was cautious enough.

The breath was still, and it hadn't fled, and he hadn't noticed Harry spotting him.

"What's wrong?" Hermione asked in a whisper.

"The Death Eaters from the night of the Quidditch World Cup appeared." Harry lowered his voice and flicked his wand, sending a few dead branches spreading from his feet towards the breath, "Maybe he threw my name into the Goblet of Fire." ”

Wait for the vines to get closer.

Boom - they spread their teeth and claws to form a large net, and pounced on the breath.

Harry waved his wand again.

Shadow Lock!

The illusion of disfigurement, he consulted Professor Flitwick and learned the spell, although according to the Ministry of Magic, Twinkle has been killed, but who knows if there will be a second house-elf by his side.

The breath didn't disappear, it didn't move, it just stayed where it was.

Not resisting?

Harry drew his serpentine sword and walked towards it.

Hermione and Ron were about to follow.

Harry waved his hand and shook his head, and the two of them immediately stopped.

He walked cautiously, and under the net, it was not a human being, or any creature, empty, nothing.

The breath is still there, but the eyes can't see it.

The senses don't deceive themselves.

Harry waved his wand, turning a stick of wood into a hand, grabbing it into the middle of the net, lifting a transparent piece of light, revealing the still empty space below.

Cloak of invisibility stained with the breath of the Death Eater.

The breath was thick, and it had been with the Death Eater for a long time, but it was a little light, and it had been abandoned here for a long time, at least for a little more than a month.

Harry tied it up with a Transfiguration Charm and waved his wand to let it float behind him.

"No one?" Hermione asked.

Harry nodded, "There's only one Cloak of Invisibility, which belongs to the Death Eater, and for some reason, it's been discarded here." ”

"That Death Eater has been in the castle all along?" Ron's face turned a little pale.

Harry shook his head, "I'll take out the map every day and look at it, and there are no surprises." ”

"Could it be that he used some magic to cover up his name?" Hermione frowned and conjectured, "Couldn't you have a live map that never spotted him, and Professor Dumbledore was also working on a live map?" ”

"It's possible, but it's hard." Harry thought for a moment, "He doesn't necessarily know that I have a map of the living spots, and it requires a high level of magic, at least there are only four heads in the school besides Professor Dumbledore and me." ”

"None of the other professors are at that level, including Professor Moody."

Hermione's brow tightened.

"And the cloak of invisibility was discarded there for a long time." Harry continued, "At least a month, maybe longer, do you have anything in mind? ”

Hermione immediately spoke: "Astronomy class evening!" ”

Ron also spoke out at the same time: "Fake Professor Moody has been arrested. ”

"I think about that night, too." Harry glanced at the Cloak of Invisibility, "That night, in addition to the Ministry of Magic, Barty Crouch, and the house-elf named Twinkle, there was an unknown person present. ”

Ron thought of something and gritted his teeth: "He used the Imperius Curse to control Mr. Barty Crouch and make him a substitute for the dead?" ”

"Putting Mr. Crouch on such a charge, Percy has been very mentally exhausted all this time."

Harry didn't speak, and he didn't move.

Hermione looked at him and seemed to feel the thought in his heart: "Perhaps, what about two Barty Crouches?" ”

"Barty Crouch at school is true, and what Mr. Scrimgeour said about Barty Crouch in the Ministry of Magic is also true."

"They're all Barty Crouch, so they can all command Twinkle, and it was Barty Crouch from the Ministry of Magic who died that night, and Barty Crouch from the school escaped."

Ron was dumbfounded and shook his head: "How is it possible, Mr. Crouch is the only one in the Crouch family." ”

"His son is also called Barty Crouch." Hermione whispered.

Ron shook his head harder, "Little Crouch is dead. ”

"Only one more Crouch can explain these things." Hermione raised her hand and rubbed her temples, "Harry has confirmed that Mr. Barty Crouch is not the Death Eater at the Quidditch World Cup. ”

Harry whispered, "Wait for news from Rita, I'll push her again tonight." ”

Ron tugged at his chin and frowned in thought.

He was still rebating Hermione's remark - "Why is there an extra Crouch to explain these things?" ”

They walked towards the castle and waited until the Black Lake.

Harry looked back at the Forbidden Forest, which was deep and silent, with the occasional sniffer sneaking out of the Forbidden Forest, whether it was Beauxbatons, Durmstrang shipwreck, or Hogwarts Castle.

Just like himself, there is also a great temptation for the unknown Mr. Death Eater.

Evening, into the night.

At twelve o'clock, in the lounge, the little lions all went back to rest after the carnival, and there was still a class tomorrow and Wednesday.

Only three of them were still sitting by the fireplace.

A ladybug flew in and landed on the arm of Harry's chair.

"Become human, they know you." Harry spoke to the ladybug.

It immediately flew to the side of the clearing, writhed into Rita, and looked at Harry with a look of trepidation: "Mr. Potter, you promised not to tell anyone. ”

Harry's tone was calm: "They're not outsiders. ”

Hermione blushed slightly.

Ron's face didn't change, he always thought so.

"Also, I just promised you not to tell the Ministry of Magic, reliable friend, I think they should know about it too." The amber vertical pupils were reflected in the firelight, and Rita couldn't help but look away, not daring to look at him.

Today continues with a good start to March!?

(End of chapter)