"Dumbledore awarded Harry Potter ten points."
"Alastor awarded Harry Potter ten points."
"Oh, Madame Maxime also awarded Harry Potter ten points."
"Heh heh, I gave Harry Potter ten points too."
"Professor Karkaroff, your score was too low. Harry Potter's performance was flawless, swift, and decisive. He deserved ten points, not nine."
"Well, regardless, Harry Potter currently has a total of forty-nine points, the highest score."
Faced with Ludo Bagman's mockery and displeasure, Igor Karkaroff offered no explanation, his expression dark.
Harry Potter's performance certainly deserved ten points. He had made it look so effortless, so perfect.
But Karkaroff could not quite accept it. He had deducted that point deliberately.
"Now entering the arena is the second-youngest Champion, from Hogwarts School: Draco Malfoy."
"According to the information I received, Draco Malfoy, like Harry Potter, is an Elemental Battle Mage-and a relatively rare Lightning Elemental Battle Mage at that."
"I believe his speed and strength will bring us moments just as spectacular as Harry Potter's."
Ludo Bagman's voice rang out again as Draco Malfoy walked into the arena with an easy air, basking in Slytherin's cheers and singing.
"Slytherin!"
Wanting those voices to grow even louder, Draco Malfoy shouted out. At the same time, he entered his Elemental Battle Mage state, countless serpents of lightning coiling around him like a Saiyan.
At the sight, Slytherin's little snakes eagerly played along, their ringing voices rising in song.
"We come from the mire, we are full of ambition, we thirst for power, we are strong and calm, we are graceful and composed, we never regret, we are Slytherin!"
The resounding song, and the ambition, grace, and composure it proclaimed, set many hearts glowing with fervor.
In the professors' seats, Igor Karkaroff could not help feeling thoroughly at ease as he listened.
For an ambitious