"The Five Champions Tournament is led by the five schools. The Ministry of Magic will not take part in discussions on that front," Old Barty Crouch said. "As for rescoring, I hope all the headmasters will consider it carefully."
Beside him, Ludo Bagman lowered his wand. After hearing Old Barty Crouch's words, he let out a long breath.
As far as he was concerned, rather than discussing this mess, it would be better to look forward to what kind of performance Vizet, who was about to take the field, would put on.
"If that is the case, then the current situation is three to one..." Dumbledore said with a beaming smile. "Mr. Karkaroff, why don't we let the minority yield to the majority and score them again?"
Karkaroff's expression was awful, his cheek twitching nonstop. He opened his mouth, and a thousand words turned into one stifled sentence. "Forget it."
"Since all the headmasters have reached a consensus..." Ludo Bagman reminded them, "then would the headmasters please begin scoring!"
Harry's wound had not split open again. He, Draco, and Cedric came to the front of the referees' platform, wanting to see their scores first.
The headmasters raised their wands one after another. Madame Maxime was the first to score. Something like a ribbon spilled from the tip of her wand, twisting constantly until it became the number "9."
Seeing the number the ribbon had twisted into, the audience burst into enthusiastic applause.
Kamba Headmaster and Old Barty Crouch scored one after another, likewise giving Harry and the others nine points.
Next came Karkaroff. He wore a sour face, and the ribbon spilling from the tip of his wand began to twist, turning into the number "4."
"Four points..." Having just received three nines, Harry immediately muttered when he saw the