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"It's Krum..."
“That’s not surprising at all!”
Applause and cheers swept the entire auditorium.
Krum stood up from the Slytherin table and Ludo Bagman immediately stepped forward and took him to the next room.
"Excellent, Viktor!" Karkaroff boomed.
As the applause died down, a second piece of parchment popped out of the Goblet of Fire.
"The champion of Beauxbatons..." said Dumbledore, "is Fleur Delacour!"
Next to Connor, Fleur stood up gracefully and walked lightly between the Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw tables.
This time the applause was not as enthusiastic as before, because many people were staring at her blankly. Ron opened his mouth, completely stunned.
When they came to their senses, Furong also walked into the next room.
The auditorium fell into silence again, but unlike the previous two times, this silence was filled with an extremely clear and intense excitement.
Now it’s time for the Hogwarts Warriors…
When the third piece of parchment appeared in Dumbledore's hands, nearly half of the people couldn't help but stand up.
"The champion of Hogwarts..." Dumbledore looked at the name on the parchment and suddenly smiled, "It's Kyle..."
Without warning, Kyle felt a buzzing in his head, as if hundreds of Billywigs were having a dance party, making it so noisy that he couldn't hear anything.
In fact, no one could be heard talking in the auditorium now.
The deafening cheers surged like a tsunami, as if they were going to overturn the ceiling.
"I knew it!"
Kyle felt someone hugging him... It was Connor. She was screaming and jumping excitedly, and even her ears were red.
"Don't you consider my feelings when you say that?" Cedric felt helpless.
Even so, he hugged Kyle excitedly and said, "Great! I knew you could do it!"
At the same time, Qiu, Fred and George also rushed over and surrounded Kyle.
"I'm sorry to bother you." Dumbledore had to remind him, "The other two warriors are still waiting. You'd better let him go quickly."
Everyone immediately separated and made way for Kyle.
In the guest of honor seat, Chris looked at him with a smile, pointed in the direction of the side door, and asked him to go over quickly.
Next to him, Karkaroff couldn't help laughing when he heard Kyle's name.
After the rules of the Triwizard Tournament were determined, he specifically investigated the situation of Hogwarts students.
among them
But Karkaroff didn't think it was a big deal.
A big guy over three meters tall, plus the famous magical animal expert Silvanus Kettleburn. With these two people, even a Muggle can deal with the werewolf.
So in his opinion, Kyle's second-class medal was nothing more than a lucky boy and two generous wizards, plus the influence of Dumbledore...that's all.
He was more concerned about Kyle's age... He had just turned fifteen, almost at the age limit.
And Krum is already eighteen years old. For two students who haven't graduated yet, three years is a huge gap... This is no different from stuffing the championship into their arms.
Durmstrang wins!
Just at this moment, Dumbledore turned around.
"Albus." Karkaroff couldn't help laughing. "He must be the youngest member of Merlin's Order. Hogwarts is really full of talented people."
"Igor, speaking of talent, the most popular legendary seeker is at Durmstrang."
The two of them just looked at each other, and then simultaneously revealed a smile from the bottom of their hearts.
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Kyle walked through the side door behind the guest of honor seat and came to a small room with portraits of wizards hanging on both walls.
Kyle also saw Phoenix, who was standing behind a house with another bearded principal, looking at them.
"I just heard your name." Fleur came over from the fireplace and said, "What a loud cheer. I didn't expect you to be so famous in Hogwarts."
"It's just the home advantage." Kyle said, "If it were in Beauxbatons, your voice would definitely be much louder than mine."
"That's not necessarily true." Furong shook her long silver hair and did not comment.
Kyle looked at Krum again. The legendary Seeker was still the same. He simply nodded when he saw Kyle, and then continued to lean against the mantel, hunched over, thinking about something. It seemed that becoming a warrior did not make him feel very happy.
No one knew what was being said outside, and the cheers lasted for a long time without dying down.
During this period, no one came in, not even Dumbledore, Chris, or Bagman. It was as if they had forgotten that there were three people here.
Krum stayed at the mantelpiece all the time, not saying a word. Fortunately, Fleur and Kyle were acquaintances, so they were able to chat with each other.
Finally, more than ten minutes later, the door of the room was opened again from the outside.
A person ran in in a panic, and everyone subconsciously looked over.
"What's wrong?" Furong looked at the thin figure, "Do they want us to go back to the auditorium?"
"Oh...ah, yes." After a brief daze, Harry quickly turned his eyes away from Fleur's face and nodded, "People from the Daily Prophet are here, and the headmaster has been talking to them.
Oh, and the Minister of Magic, he asked me to tell you to go back to the Great Hall."
"That Cornelius Fudge?" Fleur frowned.
Kyle, on the other hand, kept looking at Harry.
"Congratulations, Kyle." Harry smiled and said, "Fred and George said they would make a flag a hundred feet long. We will all cheer for you during the competition."
After that, he waved his hand and trotted away.
Furong also stood up and began to walk outside the door reluctantly.
Kyle came to his senses, shook his head, and followed.
"You seem to dislike Fudge very much." He asked, "I guess you haven't met before."
"No, but Madame Maxime told me about him."
"Because of your sister Gabrielle?"
"Yeah." Furong nodded.
"Is this matter resolved?" Kyle asked curiously.
"I guess so." Fleur said angrily, "There were clearly six people at the time... but Fudge pushed all the faults onto one of them and only agreed to put him in your wizard prison...
Of course, this is what he should do, because he used the Unforgivable Curse, but our demand is that everyone must be punished, but he keeps shirking his responsibility. "
As they were talking, the two had already arrived at the auditorium.
They were greeted with cheers.
Kyle noticed that the Goblet of Fire that had been placed there had been completely extinguished.
After arriving here, there was no longer any dissatisfaction on Fleur's face. She knew very well that negotiating with the Minister of Magic was Madam Maxime's business and had nothing to do with her.
The most she would do is complain when no one is looking.
"Welcome, brave warriors who have stood out." Fudge said with a smile.
He looked ruddy and his figure seemed to be rounder than before in the courtroom.
Fudge came over and shook hands with everyone enthusiastically. When it came to Kyle, he shook his arm twice with extra force.
"Well done, kid, I knew you could do it."
"Crack!"
Accompanied by a cloud of purple smoke, the people from the Daily Prophet excitedly captured the scene.
"Front page headline, Minister!" said the short man carrying the camera excitedly.
"No, Bardock." Fudge shook his head and said, "I think the front page should be reserved for these warriors... How about a group photo."
"You are so thoughtful, Mr. Minister." The photographer immediately ran and pulled the three warriors, including Kyle, to the middle of the auditorium.
Although Maxim looked unhappy, he still gave up his seat.
"Don't move, ma'am." Photographer Bardock was somewhat amazed by Maxim's tall stature, but still reminded her, "This is a group photo. You can stand next to the warriors, but be careful not to block them."
Maxime's face darkened further and she turned to look at Dumbledore.
"Well, of course." Dumbledore said, and took the initiative to stand behind Kyle, "How about this."
"Very good," Bardock said.
Maxim and Karkaroff also came over and stood behind the warriors of their respective academies.
Next came Fudge, Chris and Bagman, representing the Ministry of Magic.
When everyone was standing in place, Bardock did not take the photo immediately. Instead, he ran to the Gryffindor table and dragged Harry to the front of the table without saying a word.
"What are you waiting for? Cheer for the warriors!"
Amidst warm applause, Bardock finally pressed the shutter.
The banquet ended here, and the students returned to the common room. As for Kyle, Fleur and Krum, they returned to the small room they had been in before.
This time, the three principals, Fudge, Chris and others also came in.
"I really hope that the interaction just now will make you get along better." Dumbledore said with a smile: "Although the Triwizard Tournament is a cruel competition, it is also a good opportunity for you to make friends... I always believe that having a like-minded friend is sometimes more precious than winning a championship."
Krum's expression shifted, but he still said nothing.
"Okay, Albus, let's get down to business." Karkaroff said, "Viktor has been feeling a little unwell lately and needs to rest early."
"Of course, that's as it should be," said Dumbledore. "Allow me to recommend Madam Pomfrey of the Hogwarts Hospital Hospital to you. She is one of the best healers I know."
"That's a pretty high assessment," Karkaroff said.
"Well, let's get on with it." Bagman rubbed his hands together and smiled at the people in the room. "It's time to give our warriors some guidance, right?"