Hogwarts: I'm the only one who cultivates immortality

A certain existence once said that people's joys and sorrows are not the same.

To Dumbledore, a Goblet of Fire was far less valuable than the future of the wizarding world.

However, this is just his idea and does not represent everyone. At least the people in the Department of Magical Sports do not think so.

Therefore, when Harry finished talking about Voldemort, he briefly touched on the matter of snatching the trophy that others were more interested in, and then presented the results to them, the others were immediately dumbfounded.

"What is this? Where's the Goblet of Fire? Which of you won?"

"Say it! Speak it quickly! Who among you wins!!!"

Obviously, the officials of the Department of Magical Sports who were responsible for keeping the trophy did not think so, so when Harry saw the fragments in their hands, his eyes were red, and he was not willing to believe that these were the fragments of the Goblet of Fire.

Seeing that the person in charge's eyes were red, Harry was a little embarrassed, mainly because he was not thick-skinned enough, so he couldn't help but speak first.

"It's like this. This Goblet of Fire may have had an accident when we were snatching it from Voldemort. Then there was another accident when we were fighting for it, so it... was smashed."

"Sir, we have tried to restore it to its original state, but... it is a magic item. Maybe our magic is not enough or our magic is not mastered enough, so we cannot restore it to its original state."

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"So, these...that you are holding in your hands are really all fragments of the Goblet of Fire?"

Looking at Harry's sincere face, the head of the Department of Magical Sports finally had to return to reality and accept the cruel truth. The Goblet of Fire... was really broken.

"Yes, sir."

Seeing the head of the Department of Magical Sports so sad, Harry was a little embarrassed. Finally, he thought about it and handed the fragments in his hand that could barely make up a third of the trophy.

"We did our best, and if nothing was missed, all the pieces should be here."

"Oh, there's also ours." Seeing Harry handing the fragments to the person in charge of the Department of Magical Sports, Cedric and the others also woke up from a dream and quickly handed each other the fragments they had picked up before.

As for Ye Feng, he glanced at the pile of fragments and handed the fragments that were less than half the size of his hand to the other party. He moved his little hand slightly, and then some powder quietly flew out of the maze and fell into his hand.

After about a second, Ye Feng's hand flashed, and then he stepped forward again and placed a small handful of coarse sand-like particles into the hand of the person in charge of the Magic Sports Department.

"I think this is all the pieces."

"Oh, by the way, I know a man who is very good at repairing. He can repair completely broken porcelain and make it as good as new. Do you want me to introduce it to you?"

"Thank you, Mr. Ye, but I think what I need now is not a tinker, what I need is a restoration spell master."

"Restoration Charm? Do you really need a Restoration Charm Master?"

Ye Feng: (o?▽?)o

"Here, please look here, do you think...do I look like a master of restoration spells?"

"you?"

The unlucky guy from the Demon Body Department: (??_?`)

Ye Feng: ???

"That's right, it's me."

"no!"

"Although your magical attainments are good, and Principal Dumbledore has praised your magical talent many times, you are too young."

Faced with Ye Feng's self-recommendation, the head of the Magic Sports Department refused without hesitation, but is Ye Feng the kind of person who gives up easily when rejected?

Ye Feng: ￣へ￣

"You can question my magic level, but you can't think that I'm unreliable just because I'm young!"

Dumbledore: Σ(?Д?;)

"To suffer!"

"Gentlemen, could you please listen to what I have to say first?"

Ye Feng had just finished speaking. Before he could say anything, Dumbledore immediately separated the two of them and spoke first.

Seeing Dumbledore speak, both Ye Feng and the people from the Department of Magical Sports had to give him face, so they all stopped and looked at him obediently.

Seeing everyone looking at him, Dumbledore cleared his throat and said loudly: "The destruction of the Goblet of Fire is indeed a very important matter."

"But the most important thing now is not this, because it has completed its mission, but we have not respected the glory it paid for with its life."

"So I thought...should we announce the winner of this Triwizard Tournament first?"

After hearing Dumbledore's words, the others remembered what they were gathering here for, and their eyes fell on Ye Feng and the others again.

Of course, it mainly fell on Harry and Cedric.

The reason is simple. When the fragments were handed over to the person in charge of the Department of Magical Sports, Harry and Cedric were the ones who handed them over the most.

As for Ye Feng, who had the highest claim to win the championship before the game... He handed in the fewest fragments among all the players, even Furong had nearly twice as many as him.

However, many people still set their sights on him, because Ye Feng has always been synonymous with miracles and accidents at Hogwarts, so as long as there is no official announcement, everything is possible.

It's a pity that they will be disappointed this time, because the champion this time is really not Ye Feng, because he rushed the slowest, so he just fished out some small pieces.

The ones who got the most pieces were Harry and Cedric who rushed to the front and directly smashed the trophy, so the championship was decided between these two people.

Therefore, in front of everyone's attention, Dumbledore stepped forward and grabbed Harry and Cedric's hands.

Seeing this scene, everyone else, as long as they were not stupid, could guess that the final champion was between the two, so they all looked at the two with burning eyes.

As for Harry and Cedric, who were caught by Dumbledore, their hearts were beating wildly. After all, this is a competition that we have been working hard for for nearly a year. Saying that we are not looking forward to it or that we don’t want to win the championship is all lies. of.

"Although the Goblet of Fire is broken, its spirit is still there. It has already told me who the champion is, but!"

"However, the way it selects the champion is based on tradition, that is, whoever touches the trophy first will be the champion."

"But now it's broken, so I think, can we choose another way to choose the champion this time? For example..."

"Dare to rush into the flames during the explosion, fearless of the raging flames, and fight to collect the remains of the Goblet of Fire?"

"Of course, in the end, it depends on how you choose to decide the real champion in that way. This time, I listen to you."

Dumbledore's words instantly made the crowd roar, but soon they got a unified answer on how to determine the final champion, that is, whoever grabs the most fragments will be the champion.

After this method was established, a look of disappointment flashed in Cedric's eyes, but then he showed a relieved smile, because the one with the most fragments was Harry.

Dumbledore also knew this very well, so the moment the method was decided, he set his sights on Harry, grabbed Harry's hand with slight force, and slowly began to raise Harry's hand.

However, at this moment, a slightly rough voice interrupted everything.

"and many more."

"Cedric saved me in the maze before, so can my fragments be counted on his head?"

As soon as Krum said this, he fell into deathly silence, but the next second the roar of the mountain and the tsunami almost collapsed the maze.

Dumbledore: (^し^)

"of course can."

"Oh!!!"

This time, the cheers were even louder.