Ludo Bagman — 10 points.
"Forty points!" Ron shouted excitedly, as if he were the one who'd just scored forty points. "Forty points, Harry! Krum and Delacour didn't get such high scores... You don't even need Headmaster Kakaroff's score to surpass them both!"
At this moment, Kakaroff raised his Magic Wand. He paused for a moment, and then a number sprayed out from his wand — "7."
A booing erupted in the audience; it was obvious to everyone that Kakaroff was deliberately biased toward his school's student, unable to bear the excellence of students from other schools.
Yet they were helpless, as this kind of judge was blatantly shameless, and they had no means to stop him.
"What?" Ron shouted furiously, "Seven points? You awful, biased guy, you gave Krum ten points! What does Harry lack compared to Krum! That's favoritism! Utter favoritism!"
However, it was pointless; no amount of noise from Ron would change Kakaroff's mind, and besides, Kakaroff couldn't hear Ron's complaints.
Just then, Fleur Delacour and Victor Krum walked over.
Victor's expression was a bit gloomy, or rather, he always had this expression, not due to anything else.
Fleur's expression was a bit more subtle; she looked at Harry like she was gazing at an unbeatable monster.
Participating in the Triwizard Tournament, faced with a junior from Hogwarts as strong as a monster, exerting all efforts yet unable to defeat.
"You all did well!" Ludo Bagman said, jumping into the tent merrily, as if he had personally defeated a Fire Dragon just now. "Alright, I have only a few words to say — the second task will begin on the morning of February 24th next year at nine-thirty. In the meantime, you have a long time to rest — but we'll leave some problems for you to ponder! If you look down at the Golden Eggs in your hands, you'll find they can be opened... see the seams there? You must decipher the clues inside the eggs — that will tell you what the second task is, so you can prepare! Understood? Clear? Alright, off you go!"
Harry hadn't expected the second task to be scheduled so late...
Which meant that for the next four months, he'd be mostly idle.
After the task ended, Harry didn't rush to leave; instead, he passed through the cheering crowd to the side of the vip section.
"Quite impressive." Vivi smiled lightly with praise as she saw him.
Harry cleared his throat and asked, "I didn't expect you'd come to watch my match. Really, when you said you didn't have time, I even thought you wouldn't make it."
"How could I miss your match?" Vivi smiled lightly and said, "Besides, I'm just an ordinary head of department, without too many worries..."
As she spoke, Vivi suddenly flashed a sly smile, leaned close to Harry and whispered, "Actually, I came to the United Kingdom to watch the Triwizard Tournament as the Director of the International Magical Exchange and Cooperation Department under the Great German Ministry of Magic, theoretically on public funds... I just bought a few little elves outside, and the Ministry of Magic can reimburse me when I return~"
After finishing, Vivi had an expression of 'quickly praise me,' wanting Harry to commend her cleverness.
"You're really smart." Harry was somewhat speechless; he thought, you're not lacking money, are you, sis...
When you become the Minister of Magic, will you also... oh, probably not. Given Vivi's character, she'd surely treat the Ministry of Magic's money as her own, reluctant to spend a dime...
Old Viennese are afraid of poverty.
Harry mapped out such a scene in his mind: someone in the Ministry of Magic wants to claim travel expenses, only to be met with an enraged Vivi slamming the table, shouting "My money!"...
"What are you thinking?" Vivi saw him dazed and waved a hand in front of his face.
"Oh, nothing." Harry said absentmindedly.
"He was thinking about your stinginess, Grindelwald."
Cassandra's voice sounded; she had somehow come up behind Harry.
"I'm just saving a bit for our little home, that's all." Vivi said with a straight face, not blushing at all, and even wrapped an arm around Harry's.
Seeing this shameless gesture, Cassandra's eyelids twitched hard.
"You're still the same as before, Grindelwald, completely disregarding your status — a dignified head of a Magic Ministry, getting all handsy, not clear-cut with a fourth-year student..."
"And loving scandal." Vivi blinked adorably.
Cassandra took a deep breath.
"Hey, what are you guys chatting about?"
Pabi suddenly bounced over, hugging Harry's other arm: "Are you fighting over Harry? Then please save me an arm, too."
"You want to dismember me?" Harry said helplessly.
Sure, Legendary Wizard Fragments, who wouldn't want to collect them?
"Of course not!" Pabi said stubbornly, "How could I be so bad? I think the one who wants to dismember you most is probably that Kakaroff, he seems very jealous of you, don't you feel that way?"
"People have likes and dislikes, it's normal." Harry didn't take it to heart, whether forty-seven points or fifty points, they were heights Victor couldn't reach.
He'd long since passed the age where external validation was necessary.
"So where shall we celebrate?" Pabi slipped her other arm around Cassandra's, "Come on, let's celebrate together, just at Hogwarts' kitchen... I'm quite familiar with the House-Elves."