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The flames, like a raging beast, broke free of their restraints and danced wildly on the dueling platform, displaying their fiery power.
Before she could even step down from the stage, Furong was instantly engulfed in flames.
Her figure flickered in the firelight, as if she might be swallowed up at any moment.
This scene unfolded before everyone's eyes, on the big screen of the live broadcast, and both the viewers who were cursing and the protesting Karkarov fell silent.
They were deeply shocked by what they saw and could not believe that such a thing could happen.
Krum frantically tried to regain control of Fiendfire, only to find that his connection with it had been severed.
He watched helplessly as the flames continued to rage, his heart filled with guilt and despair.
Tonks quickly cast a counter-spell, attempting to suppress the raging flames. With her efforts, the fire's power gradually diminished.
However, rescuing Hibiscus from the raging flames was an almost impossible task.
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Chapter 405 Karkaroff, Give Them a Whole Life
Amidst the raging flames, Furong's face was illuminated by the firelight, turning purple, and her eyes were filled with terror and despair.
At this moment, Hibiscus was already covered by the third layer of [Frost Armor],
The layers of frost exuded a chilling aura in the firelight, desperately resisting the onslaught of the fierce flames.
However, the erosion speed of the fierce fire is getting faster and faster, like a gaping maw of an abyss that devours everything, constantly tearing at Furong's defenses.
Hibiscus's speed in updating [Frost Armor] can no longer keep up with the erosion of the Fiery Blaze.
The once indestructible frost armor is now as thin as an eggshell, as if it could shatter at any moment.
At this critical moment, Furong desperately wanted to do something.
Her mind raced through all the spells she knew, and then she realized that she couldn't do anything except keep using Frost Armor.
The girl's tears glistened in the firelight, a testament to her attachment to life and her fear of death.
Seeing that the last layer of Frost Armor was about to burn out in the raging flames, and that she didn't have time to apply a new layer, Hibiscus's heart sank into the abyss of despair.
Just as she gave up struggling and was about to close her eyes and await death, the scene before her stunned her.
Miraculously, a wide path parted in the sea of fire, as if the god of fire himself had carved an inviolable chasm in the raging flames.
In the middle of the road, a familiar figure was walking briskly towards her.
It's Levin.
He's finally here.
His appearance was like the dawn breaking, dispelling the darkness in Furong's heart.
All the perseverance and despair transformed into boundless joy and peace of mind at this moment.
Unable to contain her excitement any longer, Furong pounced on Levin like a fledgling, throwing herself into his arms without reservation.
“You…you’ve finally come…” Fleur nestled tightly in Levine’s arms, feeling his warmth and strong chest.
The girl's face still showed traces of fear and panic, but in Levine's arms, she gradually regained her peace and sense of security.
Levin Green looked down at Fleur, his eyes filled with tenderness.
He gently stroked Furong's hair and whispered comfortingly, "It's alright, it's all over now. I'm here for you. I'll protect you."
As he spoke, Levin raised his head, looked at the surrounding Fiendfire, and casually waved his hand.
Unbeknownst to anyone, a faint light had appeared on the metal pillars at the four corners of the dueling arena.
Immediately afterwards, the raging flames dissipated as quickly as a candle flame swept away by a gale, disappearing completely within seconds.
The entire dueling arena seemed to have experienced a nightmare, with only the scorch marks scattered around as the sole witness.
Levin and Fleur's embrace was revealed, their images captured and magnified by the magic screen, presented to every viewer.
On the screen, Hibiscus gave the boy in front of her a passionate kiss.
The audience finally knew who Furong's whistle was for before the match.
But at this moment, no one would think that Levin was unworthy of Fleur; in fact, in many people's eyes, Fleur had become the lucky one.
Even Furong's most ardent fans could only grit their teeth and silently endure the pain of their goddess being taken away by the "yellow-haired" boy, keeping their grievances to themselves.
Their grievances seemed so insignificant in the face of Levin's amazing performance.
Just now, this prematurely young wizard was able to part the raging fire like Moses parting the sea.
With a single wave of his hand, he swept away all the flames on the field.
Such a feat could only be accomplished by wizards of the caliber of the Black and White Demon Kings.
God knows, this little guy was only in fourth grade at the time.
Could it be that... he possesses strength comparable to Dumbledore and Voldemort at such a young age?
They didn't want to believe it, but they had no choice but to.
After all, this was a fact they had witnessed with their own eyes, and the mysterious eye in the sky had faithfully recorded it all.
On the sidelines, Mrs. Maxim and Karkarov stared at Levin in disbelief, their faces filled with shock.
They knew Levin was strong before, and they had witnessed just how strong he was, but at this moment, their assessment of Levin's strength rose to another level.
A sense of relief welled up in their hearts again, thankful that they had banned this prodigy from the three-way battle ahead of time.
As for Dumbledore, his gaze lingered on Levin, his expression unreadable.
His thoughts seemed to drift back to the distant past.
The images of two wizards surfaced in his memory; like Levin, they were able to control the raging Fiendfire with such skill.
The two wizards were Gellert Grindelwald and Tom Riddle.
On the other coaching bench, Gabrielle was practically pounding her hands together in fear that her sister would die in the flames.
Seeing that Furong was safe and sound, she felt extremely relieved and happy.
The other girls watched the two embracing, feeling both admiration for the romance and a touch of jealousy.
What a damn scumbag! He actually showed off in front of everyone again. I bet Furong will remember this for the rest of her life.
Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, Levin carried Fleur tightly off the dueling platform, intending to take her to a quiet place to rest and calm her frightened emotions.
However, Levin suddenly found Karkaroff blocking his way, with Krum following behind him.
"What's up?"
Levin didn't even look up, but asked in a low voice.
The pressure it contained made Karkarov tremble involuntarily.
But thinking of the Triwizard Tournament, the Durmstrang principal forced himself to speak: "I...I'm sorry, Mr. Green, I didn't mean to stop you, it's just...Miss Delacour seems to have used the [Soul-Stealing Curse] on Krum just now, that's why..."
Levin's eyes sharpened instantly, and he interrupted him: "You mean, you suspect Fleur used the Unforgivable Curse? That's a very serious accusation. Do you have solid evidence?"
Karkaroff stammered, "K...Krum told me he was controlled and forced to walk off the stage. Besides...besides the Imperius Curse, no other spell could do that, right, Krum?"
As he spoke, he looked to the students around him for support.
“That’s right, Levin, don’t even think about making excuses for Fleur.” Krum said sullenly, staring directly at Levin.
In terms of courage, he seemed to surpass his principal; at least Karkaroff didn't dare to look Levin in the eye at this moment.
“Hmph, ignorant fool, that’s not the Imperius Curse, it’s the Domination Curse.” Levin’s tone left no room for argument. “While the two curses have similar effects, the latter is by no means dark magic.”
"That's impossible!" Karkaroff shrieked like a cat whose tail had been stepped on. "I've been the principal for so many years, and I've never heard of anything called 'dominating humanity'!"
“Because that was Levin’s own magic!” Fleur stood up for Levin, her voice full of pride.
Karkaroff might have been afraid of Levin, but when facing Fleur, his courage seemed to return: "Ha, self-created magic? You must be joking! Don't try to fool me with some random lie, you motherfucker who deserves to go to Azkaban..."
He seemed about to utter a curse, but Levin gave him a cold glare.
Karkaroff's words abruptly stopped, and his eyes instantly became empty and vacant.
Levin's voice rang in everyone's ears: "Kakalov, give them a job."
Then, amidst Krum's astonished gaze and the others' confused looks, Karkaroff suddenly shouted, "Alright, let's go, ignore it!"
He then performed a clean and crisp backflip on the spot with agility beyond his own.
When Karkaroff's eyes regained their usual shrewdness, he immediately clutched his waist and howled in pain:
"What...what did you control me to do? Oh dear...my back hurts so much—"
Because of his lack of exercise, he almost strained his back just now.
Only at this moment did Krum realize the truth. He angrily pointed at Levin: "Well, now I finally understand why Miss Delacour went so far as to use the Imperius Curse in the match. It turns out you taught her all of this!"
But Levin ignored him and instead looked at Karkaroff: "Well, Principal Igor, after being a principal and cook for so many years... you should know very well what the real Imperius Curse is like, right?"
“I…I understand…” Under Krum’s puzzled gaze, Karkaroff nodded dejectedly, then pulled Krum away without any intention of arguing further.
Krum, however, remained unwilling to give up: "Hey, Mr. Karkaroff, why are you leaving? Why don't we continue to pursue their responsibility? They did it in public..."
"Krum, shut up!" Karkaroff's voice exploded like thunder, the first time he had ever so rudely interrupted his prized student. "I'm telling you, that wasn't the Imperius Curse. Miss Delacour didn't break any rules!"
Karkaroff no longer wanted to dwell on the matter, not only because he had personally experienced and confirmed that it wasn't the Imperius Curse, but also because he realized that Levin seemed to know his little secret.
Karkarov knew very well that if things continued like this, he would be the one to suffer.
However, Krum was like a stubborn bull (Zhao Lehao), once he decided on a direction, it was difficult for him to turn back.
“No, I don’t believe it!” he retorted loudly. “She clearly used the Imperius Curse, and that Levin Green used the Imperius Curse on you in public! We can take this to the British Ministry of Magic and send them both to Azkaban!”
At this moment, Krum felt not only anger and resentment, but also the humiliation of being crushed in the Quidditch final, the anger at not being able to win Hermione's heart, and the jealousy that all the pretty girls liked Levin.
These emotions burned like a raging fire in his heart, causing him to lose his reason and see this as the perfect opportunity to bring down Levin.
He firmly believed that as long as he could bring down Levin this time, he could avenge himself, make Hermione see the man's true colors, and Hermione would definitely leave him.
Then he would have a chance...
"Enough, Krum," Karkaroff's voice rose even louder, his facial muscles contorted with rage. "I said it wasn't the Imperius Curse, so it wasn't! Now, get back on the ship, get some rest, and wait for tonight's match. Don't embarrass yourself here!"