v4 Chapter 90： Rally at Malfoy Manor

In fact, the game can still continue, after all, Cedric has not yet collected all the fragments.

However, members of the jury felt that Cedric could never have collected all the pieces. Because Fleur holds one shard in his hand, Krum has already obtained three. Even if the remaining three fragments are all in Cedric's pocket, the fragments in the hands of other warriors are not so easy to capture.

They could just dig a hole to bury the fragments, or let volunteers who joined the team carry the fragments, so that even if they were caught by mistake, it would not affect the ownership of the fragments.

"Ladies and gentlemen, this concludes the first event of the Triwizard Tournament." Dumbledore stood up and announced the end of the game with a loud voice.

Several owls flew into the forbidden forest, and they will bring the news of the end of the game to the warriors. Entering the Forbidden Forest with the owl was the Fire Dragon researcher invited by the Ministry of Magic and the gamekeeper Hagrid. They have to find a way to recover the fire dragons in the forbidden forest.

When the staff was looking for dragons in the forbidden forest, Cedric also received an email from Owl.

"The game is over." The corner of Cedric's mouth twitched, "It's time for us to go back."

Of course, the way to go back is not to walk back, they intend to take shortcuts.

Cedric put his portkey on the ground and motioned for Tom and Hermione to move toward him.

"Three, two, one, go!" The three of them stretched out a finger and put it on the door key, and in the next second, the three of them appeared in the middle of the Hogwarts Quidditch pitch. Fleur and Krum also appeared next to them one after the other. There was overwhelming applause in the stadium.

"Let's welcome our warriors back to the field!" shouted Lee Jordan. "Cedric of Hogwarts has taken the most Oculus shards, let's congratulate him!"

He was greeted with louder applause, cheers from the Hogwarts students, and a few fireworks.

Although Jordan's tone was as if Cedric had locked the first place, no one jumped out to question it. His advantage was simply too great.

Cedric, Tom and Hermione walked slowly to the auditorium, where countless people were waiting for them.

"Great job!" Professor Sprout patted Cedric on the shoulder, pulled him to him, and gave him a warm hug.

"Excellent courage, excellent spell, and beautiful armor." Professor Flitwick also ran over, but he didn't come to congratulate Cedric, he came to see his good student.

In the game just now, Tom and Hermione shined brightly. If Cedric fails to get the support of these two, the game will probably be full of twists and turns.

"That suit of armor still needs to be optimized..." Tom wanted to say a few words to Professor Flitwick, but it was a pity that the professor disappeared into the crowd in the blink of an eye.

"Tom, we're going to make a fortune!" Fred squeezed to the edge of the crowd and shouted at Tom, "I think we can show some of your surroundings—"

Tom:  …

The three of them walked all the way to the emergency tent where Madam Pomfrey was in the sound of congratulations.

At this time, many volunteers who participated in the competition have been taken to the tent. The interior of the tent is divided into many small lattices, allowing patients to have a little more privacy.

"You're going to pay for my wand—" Tom arrived just in time to see a Durmstrang boy making a fuss and being kicked out by the Ministry of Magic staff.

"It's okay to just break the wand, but the unlucky person may even break his arm." Tom wanted to complain about this guy.

Hermione's face changed slightly beside him, um ah ah ah ah ah.

Seeing the real warrior approaching, Madam Pomfrey immediately came to Cedric's side to examine his body. Madam Pomfrey looked anxious at this time, apparently because too many students were injured in the game.

She circled the three of them a few times, then stuffed each of them with a glass of blue potion.

"Okay, after drinking the potion, you can watch the score of the game after a one-minute rest." After arranging the three, Madam Pomfrey walked out of the cubicle and went to see a doctor next door.

"I don't know what the score is for," Cedric was a little nervous. "It's a pity that I couldn't collect all the fragments. After all, it can provide extremely beneficial help to the next project..."

"A score high enough to give you a head start, as for collecting all the shards—how could it be that easy?" Tom comforted Cedric, then drank the potion from the cup.

The taste is okay, like a strange cup of hot tea, after drinking it, I feel soothed, as if I have washed away my tiredness.

After a minute of waiting, Cedric came to the edge of the field, where several referees could be seen in the field.

He knew that each referee could give a maximum of ten points, and the three student representatives negotiated a point together.

Krum and Fleur also stood there, waiting for the judges to score.

The referees discussed it for a while, and Cedric could clearly see that Percy and the other two student representatives were arguing red-faced, as if he wanted to rip each other alive. The atmosphere among the three principals was much more harmonious—or rather, they were more tolerant.

After some discussion, they first gave Furong a score. Because Furong's competition process was too smooth, other people's impression of her was mediocre: there seemed to be nothing outstanding, so on average, the judges gave six points per person, five groups The total score is 30 points, plus a magic ring fragment can top 2 points, Furong's final score is 32 points.

Because of the many battles, Krum's performance was a little brighter than Furong's. He took 34 points from the jury and scored 40 points in total including the magic ring fragments.

When Cedric saw a fragment of the magic ring topped by two points, his heart stopped beating because he was too excited.

What is the concept of taking twenty-three fragments? Even if the jury gave him zero points, he would still be ranked first.

So he stood there with the old god, waiting for the result to come out.

"Cedric Diggory, get 23 magic ring fragments, a total of 46 points."

Even though the little wizards present were psychologically prepared, they still took a deep breath, and Fleur and Krum, who were beside Cedric, widened their eyes in shock.

"How much?" Krum began to doubt his ears.

"Yordell is really strong." Furong looked complicated. She knew that Cedric, who received Yodell's support, would definitely be the winner, but she didn't expect him to show such a crushing situation.

"It's a matter of luck." Cedric said modestly.

After counting the number of fragments, the judges began to score. First was Madame Maxime, who had a golden "7" on the tip of her wand—she was still quite dissatisfied with Cedric's cleverness with the Sphinx. And from the beginning to the end, she always felt that Cedric was invincible.

If Fleur can get Tom's help, who can get you? Didn't you see how many of the twenty-three pieces were earned by Tom?

Bagman generously gave ten points, Dumbledore was a little more restrained and gave nine points, and the trio gave eight points after a dispute - the same as Karkaroff.

The fact that Karkaroff scored an eight was surprising. Everyone thought that he was going to make a fuss about lying and winning, but in the end he died. This surprised many people familiar with Karkaroff.

88 points!

After Cedric's total score came out, the little wizards at Hogwarts boiled again, and everyone cheered for Cedric. Not only Hufflepuff's students, Gryffindor, Ravenclaw, Slytherin, everyone is applauding this handsome senior.

In their opinion, Cedric, who is far ahead in the score, has taken the lead.

A conversation is taking place at a lavish estate in Wiltshire, England, as everyone frantically celebrates.

"The Triwizard Tournament at Hogwarts is said to be very lively, don't you have any ideas?" In the luxurious manor, two wizards sat opposite each other. One has soft blonde hair, the other has tan yellow hair.

The two are Lucius Malfoy and Barty Crouch Jr.

In front of them was a wizard chess board. On the chessboard, white has formed a double-teaming trend against black, and black has already fallen into a disadvantage. It can be seen that if there are not a few clever moves, Black will eventually be defeated.

"Lucius, I'm not a kid anymore, I'm not interested in those games that are like home games." Barty Crouch Jr. doesn't have much enthusiasm for the Triwizard Tournament, at least on the surface. .

"I mean, have you considered doing something while the competition is taking place?" Lucius felt that he didn't make it clear what he meant, so he made his words clearer.

"Dumbledore thinks he can do anything, but only we understand the meaning behind the master's actions. Lucius, you don't need to worry too much - if I were you, I would use this excess energy to supervise you. How is the progress of his mission?" Barty Crouch Jr gently stroked the black chess piece in his hand, his eyes burning. He was looking for a flaw in White's chess.

Seeing that little Crouch couldn't lift the pot, Lucius Malfoy lost his interest in talking. He said perfunctorily that he was doing it, and Draco was already doing his task.

"The master will not abandon any of his servants, as long as the servant is still useful." Little Barty heard Lucius say this, and immediately understood that Draco Malfoy had not made any progress, and the corners of his mouth hung playful. smile.

"Master's grand plan, but at a critical juncture, by then... Hogwarts, the Ministry of Magic, Dumbledore, and Burns will be wiped out, and this is not the end..."

"Ah yes yes yes, the master's goal is the entire magic world." Lucius was too lazy to talk nonsense with the Voldemort loyalist in front of him. Is Voldemort capable of conquering the entire wizarding world? Lucius didn't know. When Voldemort was in his prime, the main sphere of influence was also in the British Isles.

Unless he eliminates Dumbledore's power in one fell swoop, he will conquer the magic world, just listen to it. Moreover, Lucius was not so concerned about Voldemort's grand plans, he was more concerned with the interests of his own family.

He turned his attention to the chessboard. At this time, he no longer had the leisure to play chess, and just wanted to quickly end the chess game and write a letter to his son.

But the more impatient, the more prone to flaws.

After a few vulgar moves in a row, the situation of Othello was reversed directly, and Lucius was not in the mood to play any further. He threw the chess piece in his hand to the chessboard and voluntarily conceded defeat.

After admitting defeat, Lucius raised his head and glanced at the wall clock on the wall, a trace of imperceptible disgust flashed across his face.

He has no opinion on taking up his precious rest time and meeting, maybe not at his own house? Lucius didn't want this group of random people to come to his home at all. Unfortunately, Voldemort didn't want to give him the power to choose.

"Barty, it's time for a meeting." Although he has been making "disrespectful" slanders in his heart, there is no dissatisfaction on Lucius' face - on the surface, he is more than most Death Eaters. Be loyal.

"I know." Little Crouch had packed up the chessboard, stood up and walked towards the depths of the manor with Lucius.

After Voldemort's resurrection, he made Malfoy Manor his base, and it was also a meeting place for the Death Eaters Every week he set a day to summon his servants in the manor. Except for someone with a special status like Snape, everyone must participate.

Today is the day when the Death Eaters gather every week.

Lucius Malfoy led Barty Crouch Jr. into a dimly lit hall. The windows of the room were closed, and only the chandeliers on the ceiling provided a faint source of light. Under the chandelier is a long table with more than a dozen chairs on both sides of the long table.

Lucius led Barty to the head of the long table and sat down opposite him. The seats they chose, next to the guest of honor, were the right-hand man of the guest of honor.

The seating order of Death Eaters is very particular, and it is directly related to their status.

Not long after the two were seated, other Death Eaters also appeared in the hall one after another, obediently finding a suitable seat for them to sit down. Even Wormtail came, but he could only sit at the end with a grin on his face.

Finally, a figure appeared at the door, and the hall was instantly silent. These Death Eaters, who were enough to call the wind and call the rain, did not dare to take a breath at this time.

Voldemort is here.

He walked quietly across the long table, came to the seat left for him at the head of the table, and sat down. Behind him, there was a series of rustling noises, and a huge python climbed up the long table, eating to death. The disciple's gaze downstream went to Voldemort's hand.

Voldemort raised his chin at Barty Jr., indicating that the weekly meeting could begin.

After receiving the signal, Barty immediately turned to a Death Eater beside him and asked, "Avery, what happened to Karkaroff? Is there any sign of losing control? I need to remind you, Imperius Curse. It's easy to break free."

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