Score

While looking at the crumpled parchment in his hand, Zacharias Smith said, "First of all, Madame Maxime... She gave you nine points, and it seems she still holds you in high regard!"

Jon nodded slightly.

"Then Mr. Crouch, he gave you a score of eight... Perhaps he thought you could have handled the situation better and avoided getting injured!"

"Professor Dumbledore... unbelievable, he actually gave you 10 points! But I think it's fair and unbiased. You were undoubtedly the best among the four champions. After all, the Ukrainian Ironbelly is no match for the Ridgeback or the Short-Snout!"

"And... damn Ludo Bagman, he only gave you six points... Is he blind?"

"Actually..." Cedric Diggory interjected, "Bagman giving Jon a low score is not entirely unreasonable. After all, Jon had the most challenging task to deal with, facing the Ukrainian Ironbelly."

"Which side are you on, Cedric?" Zacharias gave him a puzzled look.

"And the shameless Karkaroff, he only gave you five points..."

Zacharias seemed to have lost his mind, yelling at Bagman and Karkaroff...

Cedric continued to explain to Jon:

"In total, you are currently in third place... Victor Krum and Harry Potter are tied for first place with 40 points each; you are in third place with 38 points; and Fleur Delacour is in fourth place with 35 points. The scores among the four of you are very close!"

"Well, thank you!" Jon nodded.

To be honest, Jon didn't really care about the points in the Triwizard Tournament... After all, the final task is what really matters. It's almost certain that the champion with the highest score will face the greatest danger.

"Come on!" Cedric smiled and patted Jon on the shoulder. "Professor Sprout was absolutely thrilled when she saw your performance in the first task..."

"We're back!" Justin Finch-Fletchley and Ernie Macmillan entered, carrying a large bottle of pumpkin juice, along with many cakes and cheese. "We brought them from the kitchen."

"Let's postpone the celebration for today!" Hannah Abbott exclaimed, and everyone agreed.

The Hufflepuff common room was filled with familiar and unfamiliar faces.

Almost every student came to Jon, praising him loudly and offering words of encouragement...

Tables and chairs were piled high with cakes, and a pot of pumpkin juice was ready for everyone to enjoy.

In the Hufflepuff common room, cheers and laughter filled the air once again.

...

In the following days, Jon finally shook off the shadow of the Ukrainian Ironbelly.

Life became more comfortable, and almost every teacher looked at him with newfound respect in class... Professor Flitwick even awarded twenty points to Hufflepuff after witnessing Jon's exceptional Transfiguration spell.

In Care of Magical Creatures class, Hagrid discreetly pulled Jon aside and asked in a hushed voice, "Honestly, Hart... how does it feel facing a magnificent creature like the Ukrainian Ironbelly? Though my personal favorite is still the Norwegian Ridgeback..."

During Potions class, Snape informed Jon that he could skip detention for the week...

Taking a break, Jon took the golden egg to the bathroom and opened it underwater to listen... As expected, the mermaid's song echoed from within the golden egg.

Jon listened carefully and felt relieved to see that the mermaid inside had a "fish head, human body" form rather than the other way around.

...

On Sunday night, Jon once again visited Dumbledore's office.

"Password?" the grumpy stone gargoyle glanced at Jon and said, "I love lemons!"

"I know you don't know..." it added another sentence.

Passing through the stone gargoyle, Jon ascended the spiral stone staircase, which functioned like an elevator, until he reached the top door.

Just as he entered the room, a deafening sound suddenly resonated from the front, startling Jon.

It was the portraits of the former headmasters on the wall, applauding themselves.

"Nice work!" Headmaster Armando Dippet gave Jon a thumbs up. "We saw your performance in Dexter's portrait at the Quidditch pitch."

"Those Hogwarts losers haven't lost their touch yet..." Headmaster Phineas Nigellus Black proudly lifted his head and remarked.

"Yes, we witnessed your performance, and it was magnificent!" Headmaster Dexter Fortescue spoke with an ecstatic expression. "You managed to knock down the tree peak with a fake Krum in the air. It reminded me of my own time!"

Headmaster Dexter Fortescue, oblivious to the mistake, continued to shower Jon with praise. "...If you were born three hundred years earlier, I would have written to get you on the English national team..."

"...Hey, why aren't you saying anything?"

Observing Jon's bewildered expression and the other headmasters' disgusted faces, Headmaster Dexter Fortescue was taken aback. "I guess I mistook you for someone else, Dexter!" Albus Dumbledore chuckled as he approached from behind the Pensieve. "It was Harry Potter who knocked off the tree peak on a broomstick, while Jon used the Devil's Snare and Bindweed to bring down the Ukrainian Ironbelly..."

"Huh?" Headmaster Dexter Fortescue let out a strange cry.

"Always fixated on Quidditch, that one!" Headmaster Dippet shook his head in exasperation, closed his eyes, and began to sleep.

"Yeah... he's an idiot..." Headmaster Phineas Nigellus Black and Headmaster Dippet agreed, a rare moment of consensus between them.

"What... Phineas, say that again?" Headmaster Fortescue ignored Dippet and instead drew his wand, pointing it at Black.

...

Fortunately, Dumbledore's timely intervention halted the imminent conflict.

"That's enough, everyone calm down!" Dumbledore waved his hand majestically.

He then led Jon to the Pensieve.

"Phineas and Dippet have already praised your performance, so I won't say more... In any case, I'm pleased with you!" Dumbledore nodded approvingly.

"A few days ago, I went to Nurmengard Castle in Austria, and this is the memory I retrieved..."

While speaking, Dumbledore waved the crystal vial in his hand.

"It's a very precious memory... Jon, come with me!"