"Bargman, this Bair was able to return from hell so quickly after being banished. Even the stronger pit fiends shouldn't be able to do that. Where did you find such a Magus who could summon such a powerful devil? Can you introduce him to me? " Kakarov looked at the situation in the arena worriedly. Allen hadn't left the arena yet, so they couldn't announce the end of the competition.
"The Magus who summoned the devil has already left. I don't remember." Bargman was stunned by the question. "I'm sorry, I've been forgetful lately. I guess I'm getting old." Kakarov didn't ask further, seeing that Bargman wasn't willing to tell him anything about the Magus.
In the arena, Bair was still rambling on about the performance of the Warriors. At the same time, Allen, who was well aware of the devil's cunning, cautiously asked many questions until he'd covered up all the loopholes he could think of.
"If you give me that demon-hunting spider as a bonus, I'll agree to the deal." Allen felt that the devil was intentionally using threats and verbal clues to mislead him, so as to prevent him from participating in the final challenge. After he'd completed his wish, he'd already found out that the devil wasn't as concerned about whether the wish would spread. It seemed to have become an excuse to give him some benefits. Hence, Allen went through the contents of his deal with the devil once more, adding more chips to test the devil's reaction.
"As you wish." Bair's eyes drooped, his voice growing impatient. "I'll temporarily turn the demon-hunting spider into a small statue and put it in the treasure later on." Allen felt a thick book appear in front of his chest. Although it was separated by a layer of clothing, the moment Allen received the book, he could feel the order and evil emanating from it. It was a power that came from the essence of hell. However, the aura disappeared in an instant, firmly locked within the book and undetectable by others.
"As you wish." Bair spoke again. Allen came to his senses and immediately nodded in Bair's direction, indicating that he had received the book and completed the transaction. However, he saw that Bair was looking through the iron cage above his head. Allen followed Bair's gaze and saw that the sun was shining brightly outside the cage. Could it be that the devils of the abyss also yearned for sunlight? Allen couldn't understand this pit fiend in front of him, and he couldn't help but be more cautious. He went over his deal with the devil word by word, once again confirming that he hadn't left any loopholes for Bair to exploit. At the same time, he made up his mind to check his spoils of war properly when he returned, in case the devil had left behind any traps.
"These gold, silver and jewels are your reward for keeping the secret." Bair made a gesture so that the audience outside could not hear their conversation for a while, and then removed the screen again. Suddenly, a sparkling chest filled with jewels fell between Bair and Allen. The treasures inside caused the audience to cry out in surprise.
Bair's face suddenly appeared on the six large screens, his expression sinister and terrifying, "Don't even think about asking Allen what his wish was. He's already made the wise decision to keep the secret. You'd best not test the patience of a devil, or I won't mind giving you a taste of hell in advance. "
Flames appeared, and the yellow stone bridge shook violently. The magma below churned violently, and the tremors grew stronger and stronger. * Boom! * Amidst the cries of the audience, magma spewed out, covering the entire hexagram arena.
"Allen!" Harris jumped up from his seat.
Allen appeared unscathed in the air above the arena that had been melted into ruins. He was in a sorry state, holding the chest in one hand and the petrified Carla Rogers in the other. Bair had already disappeared without a trace.
"What a powerful magic. It was originally an illusion, but it turned into real hell lava in an instant. " Allen was surprised at the final destruction caused by the devil. He then flew back to the contestants' resting area, leaving the poor square-faced girl in the care of Madame Pomfrey.
"Well, let our young and promising Aura deal with the ruins." Bagman came back to his senses and tried to smooth things over. He was a qualified host: "Yes, I see that Mr. Harris has already sent someone over. Now, it's time for the exciting moment. Let's announce the scores of the Warriors. "
"Unfortunately, neither Miss Rogers nor Mr. Hernandez were able to score any points in this game." Bagman thoughtfully changed the zero points into something more acceptable: "Miss Dracul and Mr. Porter both got sixty points."
Applause came from the arena. After witnessing the whole process of the game, no one felt that they could have done better in the arena.
"Mr. Krum, very brave and persevering. His score is eighty points." Bagman shouted out Krum's score. He always thought highly of people who played well in Quidditch.
"Allen Harris." Bagman paused and looked around at the audience.
The arena was silent, like the calm before the storm.
"He won first place in this competition with his extraordinary strength and intelligence. His score is … full marks, 100 points!" Bargman shouted out Allen's score in a loud voice, full of passion.
This was like a fuse. The whole Quidditch arena was overturned by the cheers and applause of the wizards. Worshiping the strong was an instinct that flowed in the blood of people since ancient times.
Amid the cheers of the crowd, Bargman shouted enthusiastically, "The third and last project will be carried out on the evening of June 24th," Bargman continued. "The warriors will know the specific content of the project one month in advance. Thank you for your support to the Warriors. "
Under the organization of the Aura, the wizards who came to watch the game left the auditorium in an orderly manner. In the midst of the clamor, Professor Dumbledore appeared behind Snape and patted him on the shoulder. Snape turned around abruptly. When he saw Dumbledore, his frown turned into helplessness: "Headmaster, what's the matter?"
"Severus, I think we need to talk. Can you come to the headmaster's office?" Seeing Dumbledore's serious expression, Snape's expression also became serious. He nodded and followed Dumbledore.
Penello tightened her cloak and smiled like a flower. She never doubted Allen's strength, but she was very worried that Allen would be hurt in such a game. Now, Allen was not only unscathed, but also worthy of being the champion of this game. Penello's delicate face became more and more cheerful when she thought of this.
Hermione picked up the parchment papers that had been scattered around her seat due to her irritation and panic. She felt as if there were countless small brushes stirring in her heart, blooming like a lotus flower.
After confirming that Allen was safe, she was full of curiosity about Allen's last wish. What kind of wish could make the demon disappear directly?
But after seeing the deal between the demon and Allen, and also the scene of the demon's last threat, Hermione made up her mind. No matter how curious she was, she must control herself. She must not ask Allen, lest she bring disaster to Allen and herself.
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