Karkaroff Cursed

Heroes who rise from adversity are often more beloved after they emerge stronger.

Not to mention that Krum was already a famous world-class Quidditch player.

In addition, there's his relationship with Harry.

Recent rumors about her and Ron.

He is quite well-known at Hogwarts, and even at the other two schools.

Even his triumphant shouts were just a hair's breadth away from Harry's.

So when he was treated unfairly and received an unprecedentedly low score, everyone was furious!

"Karkaroff, get out!" (xn times)

This prompted Arthur Weasley to cast Sonorus spell, "Everyone, quiet!"

None of them could suppress the sound waves created by the crowd.

Karkaroff reluctantly stood up, took out his wand, pointed to his throat, and said, "Sonorus!"

Then his voice, now as loud as thunder, began to ring out. "We said during the competition that when Champion face the first round of challenges, their only weapon is their own wand and the blessing of the War Magic of their school's wizards."

But Krum, the Champion of our school, managed to exploit a loophole with his wand and summon a flying broom.

Why can't I lose points?

This is my right as a referee.

Moreover, he showed no wizardly grace in this match, behaving like a foolish Quidditch player.

Potter, like the one before him, was more like a brute.

I think I was being lenient by giving them 3 and 7 points.

Then he sat down without saying a word.

He was like a statue, completely still.

Even when faced with the still-present insults directed at him, it was the same.

However, the commotion soon ended.

It wasn't because Dumbledore intervened.

It was not because of the crackling sound that started coming from Karkaroff's body as soon as he sat down.

He seemed to be under a curse.

His entire face was covered with dense, octopus-like tentacles.

The bones appear to have been removed.

It turned into a flesh-colored soft mud.

The only proof that he is still alive is the warmth he produces by breathing in the cold air.

In the stands.

"Ha! That old dog got what he deserved!" Ron laughed heartily.

"But who could be cursing him?" Lavender asked.

Draco raised an eyebrow. "Clearly, the audience for this game."

It's important to know that this competition can be watched by wizards across the country, and even in other countries with television.

Karkaroff has incurred the wrath of the masses.

Even if so many wizards are far apart, the sheer number of them combined will give him a run for his money!

Meanwhile, Harry and Ginny, standing with Hagrid and Professor McGonagall, were greeted by Krum, who had returned to the field uninjured.

"Karkaroff gave you 3 points. But he's learned his lesson now." Harry quickly recounted everything that had just happened.

And he tried his best to hide his gloating tone.

Because of Hagrid and Professor McGonagall.

"I expected this." Krum glanced at Professor McGonagall and Hagrid, then said in a low voice, "Thank you for teaching me this method."

Harry blinked.

Hagrid also secretly gave Harry a thumbs up.

"Harry, what about Karkaroff? He dared to only give you a 7!"

Because she was a member of the Order of the Phoenix, Mrs. Weasley, whose home was connected to the Hogwarts Floo Network, appeared behind them.

She gripped her wand, her eyes blazing with fury.

"Molly Weasley, you—"

"Put down your wand. The child is here!" Professor McGonagall and Hagrid exclaimed.

"Mom!" Ginny's ears turned bright red instantly.

"Mrs. Weasley, that's Karkaroff." Harry pointed to the lump of mud on the judge's bench.

Ginny quickly joined in and started talking about Krum, while Karkaroff continued to give random ratings and talk about the curse.

Seeing this, Mrs. Weasley tucked the wand into her bosom.

From the judge's seat, Dumbledore drew his wand and fiddled with the lump of mud that was Karkaroff for a moment.

Karkaroff regained his human form.

But the forehead still retains a dense array of tentacles.

Dumbledore said it was because the curse was too severe.

But Harry suspected that Dumbledore done it on purpose.

He also noticed a barely perceptible smile on Mrs. Weasley's face.

She began speaking softly to Professor McGonagall.

The depressions in the site were filled in again.

The students of Beauxbatons began chanting incantations.

Then, through a gap in the fence, a Winky fire dragon crawled out.

Aside from the students of Beauxbatons who were chanting incantations, everyone on the stage couldn't help but exclaim in amazement at the beauty of the fire dragon.

This dragon, named Opaleye, truly lives up to its reputation; it is undoubtedly the most beautiful dragon.

However, Harry knew that its beauty would become insignificant after that person appeared.

Seeing that everything was alright, Mr. Weasley blew the whistle for the third time.

Phoebe began to slowly emerge from the tent.

Three beams of light also descended from the sky and landed on her.

Strangely, however, there were no signs of any blessing on her body.

His pupils, the top of his head, and his ribs were all empty.

But nobody paid attention to these things.

Everyone was attracted by Phoebe's tall and slender figure.

Every smile, every gesture, even the way she walks exudes an unparalleled beauty.

Her charm was amplified!

However, this is different from the Veela who saw someone and wanted to get closer.

Harry felt frozen in place.

It was as if he had been Petrification Curse.

All that remained in his eyes was that figure.

When he came to his senses, Phoebe, still charming but no longer possessing that bewitching allure, stood beside the Opaleye.

Her position was perfectly strategic; the sunlight, shining through the pearly scales of her Opaleye, evenly illuminated every inch of her skin and the silhouette behind her.

It looks like a filter has been added.

It wasn't until almost half a minute later that he realized the Opaleye had been subdued.

It lowered its proud head meekly and rubbed against Phoebe's hand like a kitten.

Mr. Weasley stood up from the referee's seat.

After a brief exchange with the flying Golden Snitch, he said, "Unbelievable!"

The Champion of Beauxbatons subdued the fire dragon in just one minute.

According to off-site video footage, if she hadn't walked so leisurely to the fire dragon, the time would have been even shorter!

The students at Beauxbatons were engaged in a lively discussion.

There were also the disappointed sighs from the group of perverts who were hoping for their clothes to be torn off at the very beginning of the competition.

They then realized the game was over.

Inside the stands, walk back directly from the entrance of Phoebe.

The Opaleye snorted dejectedly.

A few red Spark emerged from his nostrils.

Hagrid did not get a chance to play this time.

The dragon tamers, relieved that no fire dragon had been injured, pulled the dragon back, which was still reluctantly watching Phoebe's retreating figure.

Just as Harry was trying to recall what had just happened, Ginny, who was standing next to him, gave him an unprecedentedly sweet smile, "You were watching very carefully just now."

Mrs. Weasley, standing to the side, also smiled and looked at Mr. Weasley in the stands.