Hogwarts: I'm a model wizard

Kyle walked through the side door behind the guest seat and came to a small room. The walls on both sides were covered with portraits of wizards.

Kyle also saw Phoenix, who was standing behind a house with another bearded principal, looking at them.

"I just heard your name." Fleur walked over from the fireplace and said, "The cheers were so loud. I didn't expect you to be so famous in Hogwarts."

"It's just the home court advantage." Kyle said, "If we were in Beauxbatons, your voice would definitely be much louder than mine."

"That's not necessarily true." Fleur shook her long silver hair, noncommittal.

Kyle looked at Krum again. The legendary seeker was still the same. After seeing Kyle, he simply nodded, and then continued to lean on the mantelpiece, hunched over and pondering something. It seemed that becoming a warrior didn't make him feel very happy.

No one knew what was being said outside, and the cheers continued for a long time and did not subside.

During this period, no one came in again, whether it was Dumbledore, Chris, or Bagman, these people seemed to have forgotten that there were three more people here.

All this time Krum remained on the mantelpiece and said nothing. Fortunately, Fleur and Kyle were also acquaintances and could chat with each other for a while.

Finally, more than ten minutes later, the door to the room was opened from the outside again.

A man ran in in a panic, and everyone looked over subconsciously.

"What's wrong?" Fleur looked at the thin figure, "Do they want us to go back to the auditorium?"

"Oh...ah, yes." After a brief daze, Harry quickly looked away from Fleur's face, nodded and said: "The people from the Daily Prophet are here, and the principal has been talking to them.

Oh, by the way, there is also 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 said with a smile: "Fred and George said they wanted to make a hundred-foot-long flag. We will all cheer for you during the game."

After that, he waved his hand and trotted away.

Fleur also stood up and began to walk reluctantly outside the door.

Kyle, who came back to his senses, shook his head and followed.

"You seem to dislike Fudge very much." He asked, "I guess you haven't met him before."

"No, but Madame Maxime told me about him."

"Because of your sister Gabrielle?"

"Yeah." Fleur nodded.

"Has this matter been resolved?" Kyle asked curiously.

"So be it." Fleur said angrily, "There were obviously six people at that time...but that Fudge put all the blame on one of them and only agreed to put him in your wizard prison...

Of course, this is also the case. Who asked him to use the Unforgivable Curse? But our request is that everyone must be punished, but he has repeatedly shied away from it. "

While they were talking, the two of them had already arrived at the auditorium.

They were greeted with bursts of cheers.

Kyle noticed that the Goblet of Fire placed there was completely extinguished.

After arriving here, Fleur could no longer see any dissatisfaction on her face. She knew very well that negotiating with the Minister of Magic was Ms. Maxim's business and had nothing to do with her.

The most she can do is complain when others can't see it.

"Welcome, outstanding warriors." Fudge said with a smile.

He looked rosy and his figure seemed to be rounder than when he was in the courtroom before.

Fudge came over and shook everyone's hand warmly. When it came to Kyle, he shook his arm twice extra hard.

"Well done kid, I knew you could do it."

"Crack!"

Along with a plume of purple smoke, people from the Daily Prophet excitedly filmed the scene.

"Headline, Minister!" the short man carrying the camera said 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 started running and pulled the three warriors, including Kyle, down to the middle of the auditorium.

Although Maxim looked unhappy, he still gave up his position.

"Don't move, this...ma'am." Photographer Bardock was a little amazed at Maxim's tall figure, but still reminded: "This is a group photo. You can stand next to the warriors, but be careful not to block them. .”

Maxim's face darkened, and she turned to look at Dumbledore.

"Okay, of course, no problem." Dumbledore said, and took the initiative to stand behind Kyle, "How about this."

"Very good," said Bardock.

Maxim and Karkaroff also came over and stood behind the warriors from their own academy.

Then there are Fudge, Chris and Bagman, who represent the Ministry of Magic.

When everyone was standing, Bardock did not take pictures immediately. Instead, he ran to the Gryffindor table and without any explanation, dragged Harry to the front of the table and sat down.

"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 returned to the small room from before.

This time, the three principals, Fudge and Chris, also came in together.

"I really hope that the interaction just now can help you become more harmonious." 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 think , having one more like-minded friend is sometimes more precious than a championship.”

Krum's expression moved, but he still didn't speak.

"Okay, Albus, let's get down to business." Karkaroff said, "Viktor has been feeling a little unwell recently and needs to rest early."

"Of course, this is what it should be," Dumbledore said. "Please allow me to recommend to you Madam Pomfrey at Hogwarts Hospital. She is one of the best therapists I know."

"This is not a low opinion." Karkaroff said.

"Okay, let's continue." Bagman rubbed his hands and looked at the people in the room with a smile. "You have to guide our warriors, right?"

"That's right." Fudge said with a smile, "Chris, you tell me."

"Okay." Chris nodded and took two steps forward.

"The first project... is to test your courage, so I am not going to tell you what it is. Dare to face the unknown is an important factor for a wizard... The only thing I can remind you is to "break through".

"There are three levels in total, corresponding to three different schools. Only by reaching the end can you get the clues to the second project."

"That's almost it, Chris." Bagman said with a smile: "I can't reveal more, otherwise the game will be a lot less interesting."

"Okay, you're right." Chris smiled.

Kyle, Fleur, and Krum all looked at Bagman with unkind eyes...but he patted his belly proudly.

"Now let's talk about time." Chris clapped his hands and said: "The first project will be held on November 30, in front of all students, and will be graded by the judging panel.

"When completing the competition, warriors are not allowed to accept any help from other professors. Your only weapon is the wand in your hand."

When he came to the last word "magic wand", Chris' tone became heavier, as if he was reminding him of something.

Fortunately no one else noticed this.

"Because the requirements of the game are already very high, the Warriors do not need to take the school year exam." Chris continued: "You have one month, don't worry about anything, and prepare for the game seriously."

Then he turned to Dumbledore, "I think that's all, Albus."

"Yes," said Dumbledore, "How about we have a drink together later, I have a bottle of good whiskey over there."

"I'm afraid not, Albus," said Chris. "It's the busiest time right now, and there's still a lot to do in the Ministry."

"It's just a glass of wine, it's okay." Fudge blinked and said with a smile, "Besides, you probably want to celebrate too."

"Then...okay." Chris nodded and agreed.

"That's great," Dumbledore said with a smile.

He also wanted to invite Maxim and Karkaroff together, but when he turned around, he found that the two had already prepared to leave with the warriors from their respective colleges.

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