Hogwarts: Harry Potter’s Return from the Witcher World

The crowd erupted in boos, their contempt completely unfiltered.

Eight points?!

Karkaroff, that bastard, really had the audacity to give such a high score—the same as Harry!

A champion who exceeded the time limit, struggled the entire time, and was lapped once by another competitor—how could he possibly deserve the same score as the tournament's best performer?!

To prevent Karkaroff from getting torn apart by the enraged Gryffindors, Dumbledore raised his wand.

A burst of gold and crimson fireworks shot through the air, shattering Karkaroff's score before reshaping into a new, slightly messy-looking number: "5".

Ludo seized the moment.

"We see that Professor Dumbledore has made a fair judgment."

"He has objectively given his score."

"Professor Dumbledore has always been known for making the most just and correct decisions."

As he spoke, he lifted his own wand and aimed it at the sky.

"I'm more than willing to acknowledge that Mr. Krum is an excellent young wizard. His performance certainly proved that."

"But—this is a competition. We may occasionally witness the radiance of human nature in the smallest moments, but in the end, everything must return to the competition itself."

"Mr. Krum's performance was commendable, but exceeding the time limit is exceeding the time limit—even if only by a few minutes. If he had defeated the Grindylow sooner, if he had dealt with the Merman faster, the result could have been completely different."

"But there are no 'ifs' in competition."

Ludo's expression was sincere, as if he were genuinely praising Krum—offering an almost tragic tribute, as one would to a noble but ill-fated hero.

But as he continued, Karkaroff and Krum's faces only grew darker.

Revenge.

This was absolutely revenge.

All this just because I gave Potter a few low scores?!

Wasn't he still ranked first regardless?! What difference did a few points make?!

Ludo kept his dramatic enthusiasm, but when he finally raised his wand—

—the number that appeared was a cold, merciless "3".

And it was the exact same font as the "3" Karkaroff had originally given Fleur.

Karkaroff gritted his teeth.

Fleur clutched her chest, a pained expression on her face.

Why—

Why am I getting hit too?!

From **every possible perspective—**Potter vs. Krum, Bagman vs. Karkaroff—I am completely uninvolved!

So why do I keep getting dragged into this?!

It hurts.

This number hurt her more than anything else today.

From now on, "6" would no longer be her most hated number.

Her new most hated number was "3."

Umbridge lifted her wand, smiling graciously at Krum.

A "6" appeared in the air.

Unlike Fleur, Krum had connections—he was a sports star, a rising legend in the wizarding world, the youngest and most talented Seeker in professional Quidditch.

Maxime was the last to score.

She showed no mercy.

She gave him a "4."

"Mr. Krum's final score for the Second Task is… twenty-six points!"

Krum buried his face in his hands.

Twenty-six.

Only twenty-six points.

Ten points lower than the First Task.

He had expected at least thirty.

Ludo pressed his wand to his throat, thrilled beyond words—his excitement far surpassing even that of Sirius Black.

"Now, let's review the first two tasks!"

"In first place, representing Hogwarts: Harry Potter!"

"His fearless dragon-slaying in the First Task, coupled with his unwavering chivalry in the Second Task, have earned him a total of ninety-one points!"

"Of course, we all know—he could have gotten an even better score!"

The crowd cheered and booed simultaneously.

"In second place, representing Durmstrang: Viktor Krum!"

"With his strong performances in both tasks, he has earned a total of sixty-two points."

Krum looked up.

The Durmstrang supporters were stunned.

They had expected Krum to trail behind Harry—but they never imagined the gap would be this huge.

One champion in the nineties.

The other barely in the sixties.

A gap of over thirty points!

Ludo cleared his throat.

"This means that the gap between Krum and Potter is only twenty-nine points!"

The young wizards in the audience froze.

Wait.

A ninety-point score and a sixty-point score—

Wasn't the difference thirty points?

Then why was Ludo saying twenty-nine?

They started counting on their fingers… then quickly gave up.

Never mind.

Math is a Muggle invention.

"Just one more point and it would have been thirty!" Ludo sighed dramatically, deeply regretful that such a milestone had not been reached.

Then, realizing how awful that sounded, he hurriedly tried to cover up his true feelings.

"But despite the large gap, there is still one more task to go!"

"Nothing is set in stone yet—anything could still happen!"

"In third place, representing Beauxbatons: Fleur Delacour!"

"Unfortunately, her difficulties in the Second Task significantly impacted her final score."

"Her total across both tasks is fifty-eight points."

Thirty-three points behind Harry.

The audience gasped.

This time, it really was a difference of thirty-plus points.

"But like I said—there is still one final task."

"And as for what that task will be—"

Ludo dragged out his words, teasing the audience.

The young wizards squirmed in anticipation, groaning at the suspense.

Then, finally, he continued.

"I can only tell you this: it will take place on the evening of June 24th!"

"And unlike the first two tasks, where champions had little preparation time—this time, they will be given a full month's notice!"

"Yes, you heard right!"

"And not just a vague clue like in the Second Task—a full, detailed explanation of what they will face."

"This alone should tell you—the Third Task will be the most dangerous yet."

"The champions must be fully prepared."

"At times, even the Ministry's wizards may not be able to intervene in time."

He paused, glancing at Harry, who was still casually chatting with Hermione.

Ludo cleared his throat.

"Of course, I must also remind the champions—if you encounter a rare or protected magical creature, and you are able to handle it, please consider showing some restraint."

"Some of these creatures deserve mercy."

The students burst into laughter.

Everyone knew exactly who that warning was meant for.

Harry turned his head slightly but didn't seem to care.

As the summary concluded, the students gradually dispersed.

On their way out, Harry and Hermione ran into Ludo, George, and Fred—

—counting stacks of Galleons.

"Harry, get over here!" Fred waved enthusiastically.

"We need you to check this—we can't believe it's real!"

A bag full of glittering Galleons.

Harry inspected it briefly and nodded.

"All real."

Ludo grinned smugly.

"Maybe I pulled some tricks at the Quidditch World Cup," he admitted, swaying slightly. "But this time? I played it smart."

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