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Chapter 596: End of the task
🕑 Added 2019-09-06 19:41:30 +0000 UTCCedric was badly injured, but it was all flesh wounds, and Madam Pomfrey soon healed him.
The trouble was the burns. One side of his pale face was covered in a thick orange paste.
It was a very effective ointment for treating burns. It would ensure that no scar will be left on him, but it had to be applied for a whole night.
"Have a rest, I’ve got to run. I’ve got to go and send Mum an owl. I’ll tell her all what happened today … but it’s unbelievable. She’s always been worried about Ron!" Charlie went on and gave Ron a hug, "Congratulations, Ron, you’re the best! Oh yeah, I almost forgot, they told me to tell you you’ve got to hang around for a few more minutes. Bagman wants a word with you, back in the champions’ tent."
They stayed in the medical tent for a while before they went to the champions’ tent with Cedric.
Krum, Fleur and Gabrielle were already inside, and Fleur had changed into new robes.
When she saw Evan, Gabrielle hurried over, pulling Fleur with her.
They had been to the carriage so that Fleur could change her clothes, and they did not witness the scene when Evan attacked the Chinese Fireball. They heard about it from other people when they were back.
Gabrielle felt both worried and very regretful because she didn’t see Evan using magic.
She talked a lot with Evan and Hermione, asking Evan for some details. Fleur also followed with a few words of concern…
As for Krum, he pulled Ron aside and whispered a few words. When Ron came back, he told them that Krum had apologized to him for the magic, and that he had forgiven him.
Although Sirius had repeatedly asked everyone to be vigilant against Karkaroff and Durmstrang’s students, Ron was stubbornly convinced that Krum was a good guy and he could not get involved in Karkaroff's plot.
They got together and chatted for a while, focusing on the performance of each champion and Evan’s magic.
Evan's final magic, needless to say, was amazing, far beyond the level of a young wizard. In addition to shocking, no other adjectives could describe it.
The performance of each champion was unexpected, and everyone believed that Ron had done a good job. He flew very well and was quite successful in tactics.
This made Ron's spirits a bit higher and much happier than he had just been.
If it hadn’t been for bad luck, he would have had flawless success, with no dangerous incidents.
Speaking of it, except for Krum, the luck of the other three champions was not that good.
Their planned tactics through the dragon were all feasible, but the results were quite different. Fleur’s clothes were burned, and Ron encountered so many accidents.
The worst was Cedric, who had been blocked by the Hungarian Horntail in the nest...
Fortunately, that didn't seem to leave any psychological repercussions, and he was chatting happily with Harry.
Five minutes later, Ludo Bagman bounced into the tent briskly.
He looked as pleased as though he had personally just got past the dragon.
Dumbledore, Karkaroff, Madame Maxime and Barty Crouch were not there. Ludo Bagman came alone to announce the next task. He did not ask Evan and the others to go out.
"Champions … you all did a good job!" he said with a smile. "Now, I’ve got just a quick few words. You’ve got a nice long break before the second task, which will take place at half past nine on the morning of February the twenty-fourth … but we’re giving you something to think about in the meantime! If you look down at those golden eggs you’re all holding, you will see that they open … you see the hinges there? You need to solve the clue inside the egg… because it will tell you what the second task is, and enable you to prepare for it! All clear? Sure? Well, off you go, then!"
Evan and the others left the tent and they started to walk back around the edge of the forest, talking hard.
Just as they rounded the clump of tree behind which Evan, Harry, Ron, and Hermione had first heard the dragons roar, a witch suddenly leapt out from behind them.
It was Rita Skeeter. She was wearing acid-green robes today, and the Quick-Quotes Quill in her hand blended perfectly against them.
"Evan, your magic was really amazing!" Rita Skeeter looked at Evan with a smile. "I wonder if you could give me a quick word. How did you feel facing that dragon? And what was the last curse to blow the dragon away?"
She turned a blind eye to the four champions, and her attention was focused on Evan.
"I have nothing to tell you, get out of the away," said Evan angrily. "I warned you before, Miss Skeeter, if you go on like this, you’ll definitely be in serious trouble."
"Really?!" Rita Skeeter didn't care a bit about what Evan said. Instead, she became very excited. "Are you threatening me?! What are you up to do to an innocent reporter in order to cover up the truth?!"
Evan ignored her and he set off back to the castle with Ron.
Rita Skeeter stood by the bush and looked at his back, and her quill was writing excitedly.
Although Evan had not said anything, his attitude was enough to explain everything.
They all separated near Hagrid's cabin. Today was so tiring, and everyone wanted to have a good rest.
Fred and George had gone back to the castle earlier with Ginny and Colin to prepare for the surprise party.
Not surprisingly, the four of them should be planning to go into the kitchen to get some delicious food.
Now, there were the four left: Evan, Harry, Hermione, and Ron. They are slowly going back.
"Don't worry, Ron," said Harry. "There’s no way any of the other tasks are going to be that dangerous. They can't find anything more dangerous than the dragon."
"We can't relax our vigilance. The dragon is not the most frightening. The most dangerous thing is the conspiracy hidden in the dark," said Evan.
He still remembered what the ultimate goal of the Triwizard Tournament was, which could not be taken lightly.
While helping Ron through the game, he also trained Harry to get stronger as soon as possible and not to slow him down at critical moments.
Although there was no pressure from the tournament, Harry’s experience was absolutely indispensable.
Voldemort was his destined enemy. Only one person could win, and this was impossible to change.
"Evan is right. There’s a long way to go to finish this tournament," said Hermione seriously. "If that was the first task, I hate to think what’s coming next."
"You two need to get optimistic!" said Ron in a relaxed tone.
He held the golden egg and felt unprecedented satisfaction!
