Charlie's Help

Because of a Dungbomb that flew in from who-knows-where, the entire Quidditch Pitch instantly descended into chaos.

Karkaroff conjured water with his wand and kept rinsing his mouth, but it didn't help much.

The new version of the Dungbomb" perfectly solves the problem of being easy to clean, greatly improving the adhesion of the odor. It is difficult to remove even with cleaning agents, let alone just rinsing with water.

Karkaroff was both anxious and angry, but every time he tried to speak, the fumes would make his vision go black, and he would stammer and be unable to utter a complete sentence.

"Oh, what did you say?" Dumbledore stepped forward, showing great loyalty.

Karkaroff kept his mouth tightly shut, trying his best to express himself.

"Yes, you're right, that's really going too far."

Dumbledore turned to everyone and said, "Professor Karkaroff asked me to tell you all that dangerous magical items like Dungbomb are prohibited from being brought to the next match, lest they explode in the crowd."

"Waaah... waaah..." Karkaroff groaned, his neck stiff.

He clearly said he would find the student and punish him severely, so how did it become a casual warning in Dumbledore's mouth?

"Mr. Karkaroff, try this." Someone squeezed through the crowd from outside.

Filch shoved a large bottle into Karkaroff's hand, saying, "This is Mrs. Cole's All-Purpose Stain Remover; it'll be just right for washing your mouth."

Wash your mouth with detergent?

Karkaroff felt his dignity had been insulted, and he trembled with rage, glaring fiercely at Filch.

Filch, however, was completely oblivious to this and continued to enthusiastically describe how great the stain remover was.

"It has a very refreshing scent, and I usually spray some in the bathroom; it works very well."

Karkaroff's expression darkened further. He threw the bottle aside, picked up his wand, and prepared to write down what he wanted to say.

However, at this very moment, Dumbledore announced the disbandment of the organization.

"Everyone leave in an orderly manner, do not crowd," he said loudly, his voice just enough to drown out the sobbing behind him.

"Remember, let the guests leave first... Oh, Minerva, could you please inform the kitchen? The First Task was a great success, I think we should have a celebration."

"Of course, Headmaster." Professor McGonagall nodded. "I'll go right away."

And so, to Karkaroff's incredulous gaze, all the students, laughing and joking, marched in a large group toward the exit.

Fred and George were the fastest runners; they nimbly weaved through the crowd and quickly left through the passage.

"I was going to throw it at him."

After leaving the Quidditch Pitch, Fred glanced back and couldn't help but laugh, "Who knew he'd actually open his mouth..."

George's shoulders were also shrugging. "I think he probably won't be able to eat anything for the next couple of days."

"Perhaps a week..."

The two exchanged a glance and burst out laughing again.

Meanwhile, Kyle, Phoebe, and Krum, the three Champion, were taken to the locker room they had been in before.

"You've all done a good job." Ludo Bagman walked in, looking rather unhappy and somewhat distracted.

"Okay, by the way, I have a few words to say."

"The Second Task will begin at 10:00 AM on February 27th. Before that, you can rest for a long time."

"However, we'll leave you with some questions to ponder. The stones you've obtained contain clues to the second level... Solve this puzzle, and you'll be ready before the competition begins."

"That's all. Everything's clear now. Alright, you can go back and celebrate."

Kyle left the locker room.

Olympe Maxime was waiting outside the door, and as soon as Phoebe came out, he took her away.

Krum was taken to the Hospital Wing by a Durmstrang student, where he will need to recuperate for some time.

Kyle found Kanna not far away, and the two walked back together across the field, chatting non-stop along the way.

As soon as they entered the castle, someone rushed over.

"I simply can't believe the competition could be so dangerous," Mrs. Weasley said, her voice trembling, still looking somewhat shaken.

"Mom, Kyle solved all the problems perfectly." Charlie Weasley walked over and said with a smile, "Don't forget, he's currently the highest-scoring Champion, almost a perfect score."

"Yes, you're right..." Mrs. Weasley hugged Kyle. "You did a great job, I knew you could handle it... but I still think their project was a bit too dangerous, Dragon ... you're all still just kids."

Charlie opened his mouth, wanting to tell Mrs. Weasley that Kyle had already faced dozens of Dragon with Mr. Scamander before he even entered fourth grade.

But seeing Mrs. Weasley's still-shaken appearance, Charlie thought for a moment and decided it was better not to upset her any further.

He went up and hugged Kyle, then sighed.

"What a pity, I thought it might be of some use."

"What?" Kyle didn't quite understand what he meant.

"That Swedish Short-Snout."

Charlie said, "When choosing Dragon, I specifically picked one that you and Mr. Scamander had treated, thinking it might be of some help to you."

Kyle asked in surprise, "So, you specifically chose that Swedish Short-Snout?"

"It was just a suggestion; they originally wanted to choose two tree peaks," Charlie said. "But none of that matters anymore. Judging from the short-nosed dragon's behavior just now, it doesn't seem to have recognized you."

"No, you're wrong." Kyle looked around and lowered his voice, "It's very effective."

"Oh?" Charlie's eyes lit up.

Just then, a group of people walked into the Great Hall from outside.

Charlie immediately shut his mouth and didn't continue the topic.

"Congratulations on completing your First Task, Kyle."

He patted Kyle's arm, pretending nothing had happened, and said loudly, "I'll try my best to be there when the Second Task starts... if I can get time off."

He then turned to Mrs. Weasley and said, "Mother, I have to go."

"So soon?" Mrs. Weasley frowned. "Couldn't you stay for a meal? It won't take long."

"I'm afraid that won't work," Charlie said. "The Dragon have already started throwing tantrums and are very agitated. We must take them back as soon as possible."

Just then, a roar came from outside the castle.

"Oh no, looks like I'll have to run." Charlie waved to Mrs. Weasley and dashed out of the castle.

In the Entrance Hall, Mrs. Weasley spoke with Kyle for a while, giving him some instructions, before turning and heading upstairs.

Since she had come all the way to Hogwarts, she planned to visit Ginny and Ron before heading home.