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Chapter 606: The Tournament Ends
Harry stared at the spot on his leg where he’d been injured, as if he could somehow detect something hidden beneath the skin.
In truth, the deep wound that had once reached bone had fully healed—so completely that even the tear in his trousers had been repaired by a Reparo Spell. Still, he kept his gaze fixed on the faint, almost imperceptible pattern of scar tissue, his back prickling with cold sweat.
It wasn’t pain. Not anymore.
The air inside the tent felt thick, almost frozen. The simmering anger of the others burned silently, and Harry felt as if he were sitting on a bed of needles.
Thanks to Wade’s arrangement, most of the people in this tent had already been eliminated—though truthfully, many of them probably wouldn’t have made it to the second task anyway. Still, Harry couldn’t shake the feeling that every glance directed his way was sharp with accusation, like tiny thorns pricking his skin.
He glanced sideways, envy tugging at his chest. Cedric, still in the process of regrowing his bones, lay unconscious, his face twisted in silent agony. Even in sleep, he moaned. It was hard not to pity him—his condition was so terrible that even the other champions hesitated to glare.
Then Harry turned his gaze to the right.
There sat Wade, the true target of their fury, calmly fiddling with the Golden Egg in his hands. He paid no mind to the hostile stares surrounding him—whether out of indifference or sheer contempt, it was impossible to tell.
Still, Harry couldn’t help but feel that the resentment had somehow grown heavier.
Suddenly, Wade seemed to sense the lingering weight of Harry’s gaze. He turned, raising one eyebrow. “What is it?”
“Nothing…” Harry sighed, lowering his head once more. He picked at a loose thread of wool poking out from his sleeve, enduring the silence, waiting for the moment he could finally leave.
Wade studied the Golden Egg for a moment, mentally mapping out the intricate Magical Script and Alchemical techniques embedded within it. Satisfied, he slipped it into his pocket and glanced around the tent.
The hostile, resentful, accusing eyes locked onto his.
Someone instinctively reached for their wand.
But when their gaze met Wade’s—calm, unshaken, as still as lake water—their resolve flickered.
Let’s be honest: losing to a boy younger than most of them, then lingering to complain afterward, wasn’t exactly dignified.
Not everyone in the tent had been eliminated by Wade. Some were simply curious, observing him without ill intent. After all, hadn’t they all come into the Tournament ready to cheat, to prepare, to do whatever it took to win?
Every school had bent the rules. Who was truly innocent?
Wade had just done it more cleanly, more decisively.
Realizing this, some of the champions subtly adjusted their hair, stared down at their wounds, or slowly lowered their wands. The tension shifted—became something quieter, more uneasy.
Then, the silence shattered.
Footsteps—quick, urgent—raced toward the tent. The curtain flew open, and two bloodied champions, supported by their friends, stumbled in.
The newcomers looked flustered, but their eyes sparkled with triumph—so different from the defeated, dejected faces of those already lying on the beds.
Leading the way was Natalia from Kodostoriz. Her robes were half-burned, her right arm limp and clearly broken. But in her remaining hand, she clutched a Golden Egg tightly, grinning wildly.
“Haha! When I drew number five, I thought it was over! I figured the Golden Egg would’ve been taken by the time I got through the Fire Dragon… But there were still so many left! I found it right away!”
Behind her came Adam from Ilvermorny, smiling gently. The Golden Egg lit up his pale, weary face.
The moment he saw the tent full of injured champions, his expression faltered. He shot a quick glance at Natalia—clearly signaling her to stop talking.
But Natalia didn’t notice. Still buzzing, she said to her friends, “This is so strange! The egg wasn’t hidden at all! Why didn’t the earlier champions find it? Did the Fire Dragon eliminate most of them?”
Silence.
The air turned thick with stares—filled with resentment, envy, and simmering frustration.
One of her friends, having seen the live broadcast, knew exactly how the others must be feeling. “Natalia!” he snapped.
“What? Why’re you shouting?” She jumped, startled. Then she looked around—really looked—and saw the sprawled, wounded champions, their faces dark with bitterness.
Her grip on the Golden Egg tightened. Her throat worked.
An unbearable awkwardness filled the space.
A few moments later, two more champions entered, each holding a Golden Egg, their faces lit with joy.
They were smarter. Or perhaps they’d seen that even after the Fire Dragon, there were still plenty of eggs left.
No one showed off. They slipped inside, quickly wiped the smiles from their faces, and quietly stowed their eggs in their robes before taking seats on the remaining empty beds.
【Chika… are you okay?】
Kitajima Tachihana from the Magic Institute approached a hospital bed, speaking softly in Japanese.
Asada Chika pulled her blanket tighter, forcing a weak smile. 【Congratulations… you got the Golden Egg.】
【You…】
Kitajima didn’t ask if she’d found one. Instead, she simply sat down and chose silence.
On the other side, Clementine from Beauxbatons didn’t even dare to speak to Fleur Delacour, who had buried herself under the sheets, her silver hair dull and tangled.
Jabari from Wagadoo, however, had healed quickly. He ran over to hug Babuaya first, whispered a few words, then went to sit by Amina’s bed—only to be scolded and shooed away by the girl, clearly still angry.
After a while, Ludo Bagman bounded into the tent, grinning from ear to ear.
“Brilliant! Simply brilliant! Well done, my dears! You’ve all done incredibly well! Of course, those who found the Golden Eggs—well, they’ve truly stood out. Even… uh…”
He shot a quick glance at Wade, then scanned the tense faces around him.
“Even if it was just luck—well, isn’t luck part of skill, too? Haha!”
His laughter rang out in the heavy atmosphere, too bright, too cheerful. He caught himself and cleared his throat, rubbing his hands together.
“Injured champions, please rest easy—no treatment fees will be required. Those who’ve healed may go back to your dorms.
“Now, all Golden Egg holders—except Mr. Digory, who I assume is still unable to stand—please follow me.”
One by one, the champions rose. Under the complex, layered stares of the others, they filed out of the tent.
(End of Chapter)
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