Sirius, who was anxiously waiting by the Black Lake, jumped into the lake as soon as he saw Harry surface and pulled the exhausted Harry ashore.
Fleur also broke free from Madame Maxime's obstruction at the first moment and jumped into the water to save her sister Gabrielle.
Ron, who had just come to consciousness and spit out a large mouthful of lake water, was still struggling in the water in a daze. Looking at Harry and the silver-haired girl who had been rescued, he had to swim to the shore by himself. Finally, he was pulled ashore by Fred and George.
"Well done, Harry."
Sirius tapped Harry's shoulder with his wand to remove the water stains on his body and the coldness brought by the lake water, then smiled and patted his shoulder in encouragement.
"Well... I failed to rescue the hostages."
Harry felt a little disappointed. He had made so many preparations before, but he didn't expect that in the end he would fail to complete the task of rescuing the hostages.
"It's okay, Harry. As long as you come back safely, that's enough." Sirius comforted him softly, "You really don't have to care about the outcome of the game."
"But… "
"Mr. Anderson successfully returned with the hostages in just a quarter of an hour. I dare say no warrior can surpass him. So, don't think about the score. That's just asking for trouble." Lupin also reached out and patted Harry's shoulder, reminding him kindly: "Perhaps, you should think about what this competition has brought you. Compared with the score obtained, the content of the competition is more interesting, isn't it?"
Harry looked up at Albert who was talking to a beautiful red-haired girl and fell silent. Lupin was right. There was no need to care about those things. They were just asking for trouble.
Harry wanted the championship, wanted to win it in front of Cho Chang, to prove that he was better than Cedric Diggory, but this Triwizard Tournament had a champion.
Yes, the champion was booked a long time ago, and the man who booked the champion was called Albert Anderson.
The scariest thing is that almost everyone thinks so, and other Warriors have given up on competing for the championship.
“The second project has finally come to a successful conclusion.”
Albert handed the thick blanket to George, who spread it out and wrapped their brother tightly.
"Is this considered a perfect ending?" Fred asked in confusion.
"No one drowned in the Black Lake. Isn't that a perfect ending?" Albert handed a cup of potion to Fred and reminded him, "Let him drink it as soon as possible, otherwise he will catch a cold."
"That's true. At least, Harry's condition is much better than Krum's." George took the potion with a smile and forced it into Ron's mouth. He looked at the hot steam coming out of his ears and laughed particularly unscrupulously.
"Ahem, what happened to Krum?"
Ron choked and started to cough dryly.
"It seems that he encountered a large number of Grindylows on the way. The situation was quite tragic." Fred sighed softly: "I didn't expect Krum to be able to persist in completing the mission. It's incredible."
Ron looked in the direction of Krum and saw Madam Pomfrey treating Krum's wounds with great fuss, and Hermione was talking to Krum. When Ron looked away, he happened to see Fleur kissing Harry's cheek, as if to thank him for saving his sister.
Ron, who accidentally saw this scene, always felt sad.
"They should be discussing the results soon," George turned his head and asked Albert, "Do you understand the language of mermaids?"
"I don't understand, and I haven't studied it specifically."
Albert looked at Dumbledore squatting by the water and talking closely with the mermaid leader, and admired the old man from the bottom of his heart.
At least, without the help of the skill panel, he couldn't learn the mermaid language.
"It's a rare thing that you don't know the language." George teased.
"It's normal to have some skills!"
For Albert, who has a skill panel, it would not be difficult to learn the mermaid language if he really wanted to.
"By the way, the previous fireworks are very good. You can consider selling them to Hogwarts. After all, after the Triwizard Tournament is over, we have to prepare fireworks for celebration!"
"That's a good suggestion." Fred and George's eyes lit up, but they quickly calmed down.
"Do you think Dumbledore would be willing to buy the fireworks?"
“You can try to sell your holiday fireworks to Headmaster Dumbledore. Anyway, you need to try this kind of thing. You have to look for opportunities yourself. It is too difficult to wait for opportunities to come to you.
"What fireworks?" Ron asked confusedly.
"It's none of your business." Fred and George said in unison.
At this time, the five referees in the referee's booth finally reached a conclusion.
"Ladies and gentlemen." Dumbledore's voice, amplified by magic, rang in everyone's ears, startling everyone. "The mermaid leader, Mercus, has told us exactly what happened under the lake. The jury has decided to give each warrior a score out of a full score of 50."
"Mr. Albert Anderson used Gillyweed and the Bubblehead Charm, and at the same time used the Transfiguration Charm and the Basic Movement Charm very inspiringly to create a propeller for underwater movement, achieving amazing results." Dumbledore paused and continued, "He was the first to return with the hostages, and he completed the task in just a quarter of an hour. We decided to give Mr. Albert Anderson 50 points, which is the full score."
Isobel rested her head on Albert's shoulder, winked mischievously and said, "I bet you scared everyone."
"I'm just worried about your safety, and I want to complete the mission as soon as possible and rescue you."
Suddenly, deafening cheers broke out from the stands, drowning out the two people's whispers. The students of Hogwarts were all proud and proud to have a genius like Albert Anderson.
Only a few radical Slytherin students watched coldly and regarded this as a shame for pure-blood wizards, but such radical students were ultimately only a minority.
Under the big tree by the lake, Professor Moody, leaning on a cane, was applauding Albert. However, his eyes were somewhat gloomy, and a smile was raised at the corner of his mouth, but the look he gave Albert was filled with undisguised malice.
Moody, or Barty Crouch Jr., was looking forward to the Hogwarts genius dying in the Triwizard Tournament maze. What expressions would these students who were applauding him have
About a minute later, the cheers and noise gradually died down, and Dumbledore finally found an opportunity to speak: "Although Miss Fleur Delacour showed excellent use of the Bubblehead Curse, she was attacked by Grindylow when she was close to the target and failed to rescue the hostages. We give her 25 points."
As a human being, Fleur didn't care at all that she got the lowest score in the second project. She was talking quietly to Gabrielle, trying to comfort her sister.
"Mr. Viktor Krum used Transfiguration, which was incomplete but still effective. He was the second to return with the hostages, far exceeding the stipulated time of one hour. We give him 40 points."
"Harry Potter also used the Bubblehead Charm," Dumbledore looked at Harry with satisfaction and continued, "Although he failed to rescue the hostages in the end, the mermaid leader told us that Mr. Potter was the second one to find the hostages. He did not return in time, but stayed to ensure that all the hostages were safe before returning. As a result, the Bubblehead Charm reached its limit and he was ultimately unable to float up in time. Most of the judges felt that this fully demonstrated his noble moral character. We give Mr. Potter 40 points."
"Although it feels a bit silly, few people can do this, right?" Albert said to Isobel beside him.
"Yeah! It's silly, and you like to be a hero, but it's not bad." Isobel put her head close to Albert's ear and whispered softly, "But I don't want you to be like this."
As she spoke, she also clapped along with Albert.
Everyone was stunned.
Until several judges began to applaud, Fleur, who had come to her senses, also clapped her hands vigorously. Krum obviously didn't care that Harry had the same score as himself, and also applauded Harry.
After several warriors took the lead in applauding Harry, the people who were still in a daze in the audience also followed suit and the applause slowly spread to the entire audience.
Harry opened his mouth slightly with an extremely complicated expression. He never expected that he would get such a good result, and he never expected that his momentary stupidity would be recognized and encouraged.
"So you're not being stupid," Ron shouted at the top of his voice. "You're amazing, Harry!"
Dumbledore listened to the applause and cheers around him with a faint smile on his face. After the cheers ended, he said, "The third and final project will be carried out in the evening of June 24th. The warriors will know the specific content of the project one month in advance."
After Dumbledore finished his speech, Lee Jordan took the lead and shouted: "Revelry! Revelry! We're going to have a celebration party!"
Students from other colleges around protested against this because after the first project, a celebration party was only held in the Gryffindor common room, which made other students who could not attend the celebration party very dissatisfied.
"Maybe we should hold the celebration party in the auditorium."
"Let's go back." Albert said, holding Isobel's arm. "I think you'd better take a shower, change into dry clothes, eat some hot food, and have a good rest for a while."
Isobel really wanted to take a hot bath; soaking in the lake was not comfortable.
However, before the two left, Madam Pomfrey approached the warriors and hostages one by one, insisting on escorting them back to the castle to change into dry clothes, and letting them receive care in the infirmary to prevent them from catching a cold and getting sick from soaking in the cold lake water for too long.
However, Albert sneaked away with Isobel on the way. He was not interested in being cared for by Madam Pomfrey. He was not injured anyway, so it would be useless if he went. He might as well take a hot bath, eat some hot food and relax!