Hogwarts: Harry Returns from the Witcher

Chapter 182 Mr. Potter, You Can't Do This
The arena was silent.

Hermione took the lead in cheering, followed by Ron pulling several fireworks, which exploded in the air with a bang, and the shouts and congratulations sounded one after another, gradually thundering and surging.

Harry waved his wand with a blank expression on his face, the bottle was released from the Sorting Hat, a trickle of dragon's blood poured in, all the blood poured in in the blink of an eye.

He dug out the bag containing the motorcycle from under the breastplate, and put the dragon's body and dragon head in it under the watchful eyes of everyone.

Only then did he slowly walk to the side of the dragon's nest and lift up the golden egg.

"Very good, we saw that Mr. Potter has got his golden egg!" Ludo stammered, his voice no longer so impassioned, "His performance is very heroic! He is worthy of being a Gryffindor!"

The last sentence is very meaningful and complicated.

"Then Mr. Potter, please go to the medical tent next to it and accept it." Ludo wanted to say "accept treatment".

But he was not blind, and Harry was not injured during the whole process. On the contrary, the fire dragon needed treatment—if the fire dragon whose head had been beheaded could be revived.

"Mr. Porter, please rest for a minute and give us time to rate your performance." Ludo paused for a long time before continuing, "Each referee can score up to ten points, and the total score of the five referees will be counted as the result."

Harry walked back to the tent.

Madam Pomfrey yawned and took out a bottle of palliative potion: "Would you like a sip? You just fought a fire dragon, um, if that counts as a fight."

"Thank you." Harry shook his head.

Madam Pomfrey noticed the restless magic power on him: "Then do you want a bottle of tranquilizer? Your magic power seems to be"

"Thank you." Harry continued to shake his head, "It's the effect of the thunder potion, and it will subside after a while."

Madam Pomfrey took the potion back: "If only the next two little wizards could be like you.

Hermione trotted over, followed by Ron, who was holding the cat and two owls.

"Harry, you did a great job!" Ron was very excited, "You really killed that dragon! Dragon Slayer Warrior, what a cool name."

"Professor McGonagall was also very surprised." Hermione clenched her fists, "She was amazed at your transfiguration, and she kept telling the seventh grade students that if you study hard with you, even if you have half the level, you can still pass the exam." Got an 'O'."

"It's hard to be human." Ron shook his head bitterly, "The deformation of such a big rock."

between them talking.

Ludo cleared his throat: "Now let's think about it and start scoring, women first, let's start with Ms. Maxim."

Maxim, sitting on the far right of the referee's seat, raised his wand, and a strand of silver ribbon sprayed out, twisting in the air to form a big number "9".

"Shit!" Hermione's expression changed, "She won't give you full marks for your performance?"

Ron also gritted his teeth, scratched Crookshanks, and got a slap on the face, which made him let go quickly.

After her, it was Umbridge, who raised her wand and a pink ribbon spewed out into a big number "10".

"That's right," Hermione muttered.

Dumbledore smiled happily, raised his wand, and the golden red ribbon sprayed out, which was undoubtedly a perfect score.

Ludo was the fourth, and his wand also sprayed out a golden-red ribbon, the same perfect score.

The last one, Karkaroff of Durmstrang, grimaced, raised his wand, and black ribbons spewed out, twisted in the air, and eventually turned into a number "4".

Hermione stared round, surprised: "How dare he! Harry, you give him four points for this kind of performance?"

"Shit!" Fred blushed, jumped up from the audience, grabbed George's shoulder, "shady, this is shady!"

"How could Harry only have four points!"

The other little wizards also cursed.

Fred cursed more and more angrily, took out a stinky dung from his pocket, estimated the distance, and found that he couldn't throw it with his strength, then took out his wand, waved it lightly, and the stinky dung shot towards Kara like an arrow. Karloff shoots.

Dumbledore noticed that without pulling out his wand, or even raising his hand, he just glanced at it, and the turd disappeared into the air.

"Quiet!" Ludo held his wand against his throat, and continued to increase his volume, "Everyone be quiet, we will ensure the fairness of the scoring."

The little wizards didn't believe it.

"Mr. Karkaroff, the audience needs an explanation." His tone was not very good.

I know you are eccentric.

But Harry performed so well, so he gave him such points.
You are shameless, the Ministry of Magic wants more!

Karkaroff cast a curse on himself, and said in a sleepy tone: "Mr. Potter's performance is indeed excellent, but this game is a test of courage. I can't see any flashes of courage in him, I just marvel at him. Give him four points for his Charms and Transfiguration level."

"I think it makes sense, he might be really good, but don't forget the purpose of the game."

His words angered the little wizards even more.

Especially Gryffindor.

Saying that you can't see any flashes of courage in the Lion King who can represent Gryffindor is like scolding Ravenclaw for not being able to enter the lounge and Hufflepuff for not being able to find the kitchen.

shit!

More stinky dung eggs were thrown at Karkaroff, and George even started selling them on the spot. Professor McGonagall closed his eyes and hypnotized himself: "I fell asleep, I can't see anything."

But the score has already been posted, and Karkaroff has no intention of changing it.

Ludo gritted his teeth and spat: "Well, since Karkaroff is so persistent, we should respect his scoring standards as a referee, and hope that he will continue to do so in the future."

"Let's congratulate Mr Porter, 43 points in the first round!"

"Although we all know Mr Porter deserves a better score."

Hermione snatched Crookshanks over, pointed it at Karkaroff, put it close to its ear, and whispered, "Did you see it? You and Hedwig have been together these few days to gather your little ones Partner, give him some trouble!"

"Damn guy! How can he be so unfair."

Ron also hugged Boss, cooing and ordering.

When the arena was re-arranged, the green dragon was sent into the arena by the wizards, and Ludo announced the entry of Furong.

Charlie stepped into the tent, followed by a Ministry of Magic official.

"Harry, long time no see." He looked at Harry, stretched out his hand to pull Ron over, and rubbed his hair, "You really caused us a lot of trouble this time."

"Fire dragon, that's a fire dragon." The official of the Ministry of Magic clenched his fist and was very angry, but he didn't dare to raise his voice too loudly, "Mr. Potter, how could you kill it."

Harry looked at him with a blank expression: "Mr. Ludo did not tell me that there is a rule that the Triwizard Tournament cannot kill dragons."

"That's a fire dragon after all." Charlie sighed, "It's still a short-snout dragon, it's dangerous."

As he spoke, he lifted his robe, revealing the burn marks on his abdomen: "Look, this is what it left behind. There are not a dozen wizards, and it is difficult to subdue it. We never thought that there would be a little wizard who could beat it." Fire dragon."

As he said that, he paused: "Before we can react, we can kill the fire dragon in a flash."

"Now you can think about it." Harry said seriously.

Charlie rubbed his head: "It's too late to think about it now."

The official of the Ministry of Magic interjected: "Mr. Weasley, now is not the time for you to talk about the past, we still have business."

He emphasized, but he dared not speak, only urging Charlie.

Charlie sighed: "Well, actually, you should have guessed that we came here because we wanted you to return the fire dragon's body to us."

"This is my trophy." Harry shook his head and refused.

The official of the Ministry of Magic gritted his teeth: "But that is the property of the Romanian dragon farm."

He was in a hurry. The British Ministry of Magic signed an agreement with the Romanian dragon farm. If something happened to the fire dragon, they would pay compensation!
"Then you should clarify this rule before the game." Harry stood up, he was about the same height as the Ministry of Magic official, "instead of telling me this after the game is over."

"It's not fair to me, do you know how much I've prepared for dragon slaying?"

The Ministry of Magic official was taken aback.

Harry continued: "The bottle of potion I drank cost about a hundred Galleons a bottle."

"The sword is smeared with sword oil for dragons. I have spent more than 400 Galleons to study it, and the cost of a bottle of sword oil can even be said to be priceless. Can we still find a thousand-year-old basilisk now? It is It must be formulated with the gastric juice of the Millennium Basilisk."

"And this snakeskin armor is also the skin of a thousand-year-old basilisk."

After speaking, he paused and thought for a while: "And other useless potions."

"In order to slay the dragon, in order to survive the first game safely, I spent at least two thousand Galleons."

Charlie's face twitched.

One hundred, four hundred, two thousand.
These huge numbers made him a little breathless.

He turned his head and looked at Ron. His younger brother's expression didn't change, he was very calm, as if he was used to Harry spending so much money.

The officials of the Ministry of Magic were dumbfounded. He was not very good at mathematics, and some of them couldn't figure out this sum of money and had to earn it for several years.

"Even if this is an unexpected situation, it's your fault." Harry raised his hand and patted him on the shoulder, "If you had said this beforehand, I wouldn't have made so many preparations and spent so much money. "

"Dare to take responsibility, instead of blindly blaming it on me, the little wizard."

The Ministry of Magic official opened his mouth, not knowing how to refute.

Charlie smiles.

He is not the Ministry of Magic, so if he sells the fire dragon ahead of time to get a profit, it will not have a great impact on them.

Outside the tent, there was thunderous applause.

Ludo's commentary came: "Let us congratulate Ms. Delacour, after some struggles, she managed to get her golden egg under the supervision of the fire dragon!"

"Now please go to the tent for treatment and wait for us to score."

Soon, she opened the curtain and walked in.

Compared with Harry, she was in a bit of a mess, her long skirt was burnt to her knees, her hair was a bit burnt, and there were a few bruises on her face. As soon as she entered the tent, she went to Madam Pomfrey and asked for treatment first. The scars and burns on the face can be slowed down for a while.

During this long time.

The official of the Ministry of Magic reacted: "Yes, this matter is indeed our mistake, but Mr. Potter, the dragon corpse should also belong to our Ministry of Magic."

"It's my trophy," interrupted Harry.

The official of the Ministry of Magic nodded: "Of course, it can be yours, and the Ministry of Magic can also recognize it as yours."

"Then go and contact my godfather and Uncle Remus." Harry nodded, "I'm just a 14-year-old wizard, you should contact my guardian for these matters."

The Ministry of Magic official's face turned green.

Sirius Black, the name is like a thunderbolt.

The man who blew up the Ministry of Magic table with a spell last time.

"Mr. Potter, I think we can talk." The official of the Ministry of Magic said earnestly.

Harry didn't speak, just looked at him indifferently.

He sighed, and walked out of the tent in a daze. Those two were not easy to talk to. The Ministry of Magic was really going to bleed a lot this time.

Still a short-snosed dragon.

This kind of elegant, dragon skin quality is the best fire dragon among dragons.

Charlie congratulated Harry, rubbed Ron's head hard, and followed him out. He had to deal with the dragon's affairs.

　There is one more chapter, about 10 minutes later

　　
　
(End of this chapter)