After Alaric stepped onto the stage, the judges began to score.
"Alright, let's see Miss Granger's final score," Bagman announced loudly.
The first judge, Madame Maxime, raised her wand. A long, silver ribbon-like substance sprayed out, twisting into a big "10."
The audience began to cheer; this ten points was well deserved.
Next was Mr. Crouch. He shot a "10" into the air.
Then it was Dumbledore's turn, and he also gave a ten.
The cheers from the audience grew louder.
Then it was Ludo Bagman's turn, and he also gave a ten.
Of course, Alaric also gave a ten.
At this point, Karkaroff raised his wand. He paused for a moment, and then a number—"4"—came out from his wand.
The audience erupted into boos; they thought Karkaroff was simply biased, unwilling to give Hermione a high score.
"Well," Karkaroff explained dryly.
"I think Miss Granger should have used some methods that we could all understand to deal with the fire dragon."
This reason was flimsy; Hermione's incomprehensible method clearly showcased her strength.
Some spectators stood up, throwing objects at Karkaroff.
"Oh, my goodness!" Bagman quickly dodged to the side, still explaining.
"It seems our audience wants Miss Granger to get a perfect score. In fact, I think so too."
Somehow, Alaric had already left the judge's stand.
The next moment, boots, water bottles, leftover snacks, towels, rotten eggs... countless random objects rained down on the judges' stand.
Karkaroff led the way, and all the judges had to leave temporarily. The competition was halted for a while.
Under the soothing words of Dumbledore and Bagman, it took about ten minutes for the scene to calm down.
Soon, with another whistle, Bagman shouted, "One down, three to go! Miss Delacour, please step up!"
Alaric went to lead Fleur, who was trembling from head to toe. Seeing Alaric, she tightly hugged his arm.
"Don't worry, Fleur, you'll be fine," Alaric comforted her, patting her gently.
"Don't be nervous. Just give it your all in the arena. Trust me, if you're in any danger, I'll rescue you immediately."
"You... you must protect me," Fleur clung tighter to Alaric, as if holding onto her last hope.
Her voice trembled, "I heard dragon fire is toxic. If you're a bit slow, I might get disfigured."
So that was what she was worried about...
Alaric was a bit speechless, but he still comforted Fleur well.
As they approached the arena, Fleur, though still worried, forced herself to let go.
She raised her head, tightly gripping her wand, showing a graceful and confident demeanor.
For this girl, maintaining her beautiful image was more important than anything.
When she entered the arena, all eyes were on her. It's no wonder; the half-Veela girl didn't need to actively use her charm to attract attention.
Unlike Hermione, who faced the Welsh Green Dragon with her wand out from the start.
Fleur approached the dragon, putting a finger to her lips in a quiet gesture.
"It seems our contestant's method requires everyone's cooperation," Bagman explained.
"So, to help her complete the task, please join me in staying silent."
After saying this, he immediately closed his mouth, and the arena gradually fell silent.
Fleur nodded in thanks to the audience, then raised her wand, gracefully approaching the Welsh Green Dragon, as if afraid to startle it.
However, the dragon remained vigilant, tightly watching the approaching human.
Fleur pointed her wand at the dragon, chanting a spell. Alaric recognized it as a hypnosis charm.
Soon, the Welsh Green Dragon fell into a hypnotic state, lowering its head and gradually falling asleep.
"Our brave contestant seems to have put the Welsh Green Dragon to sleep," Bagman commented quietly, watching Fleur approach the dragon.
"I can't be sure if this is wise."
Everyone knew dragons had strong magic resistance, and it usually took dozens of professional dragon handlers casting spells together to subdue one.
Bagman doubted Fleur's hypnosis charm alone could completely put the dragon to sleep.
But Alaric knew Fleur could do it. As a half-Veela, she had a strong talent for enchantment and mental influence spells.
Her wand, with a core of Veela hair, was perfect for such magic, and matched her bloodline well.
Moreover, a dragon's magic resistance was concentrated in its scales; its eyes were a weak point.
Fleur's hypnosis charm, working through visual contact, exploited this weakness.
So it wasn't surprising Fleur could hypnotize the dragon.
Of course, the hypnosis was temporary, but it gave her enough time to retrieve the golden egg.
Unfortunately, her luck wasn't great.
As she carefully approached the nest to take the golden egg, the sleeping Welsh Green Dragon snored, spitting flames from its nostrils. Fleur's dress caught fire.
"Oh... so close! Watch out... I thought she had it!" Bagman exclaimed regretfully.
But Fleur reacted quickly, using an Aguamenti spell to douse the flames.
Then she tried again.
This time, she was more cautious, avoiding the dragon's nostrils, carefully reaching the nest, grabbing the golden egg, and quickly leaving.
The stands erupted in cheers, both for her performance and the release after almost ten minutes of silence.
After the Welsh Green Dragon was taken away, the second round of scoring began.
This time, Karkaroff gave Fleur a slightly higher score—six. Alaric gave her a ten.
In the end, Fleur scored fifty points.
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