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.

During this time, Krum stayed at the mantelpiece and didn't say anything. 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.

And Kyle 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 don't think you have 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.

"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?"

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

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

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

"There are three levels in total, corresponding to three different schools. Only when you reach the end can you get the clue for the second project."

"That's about it, Chris." Bagman said with a smile, "I can't reveal any more, otherwise the game will lose a lot of fun."

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

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

"Now let's talk about the time." Chris clapped his hands and said, "The first project will be conducted on November 30th, in front of all the students, and will be scored by the judges.

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

When he said the last two words "magic wand", Chris's tone became heavier, as if reminding someone of something.

Fortunately, no one else noticed this.

"Since the competition requirements are already very high, the Warriors do not need to take the academic year exams." Chris continued: "You have a month, don't worry about anything, and prepare seriously for the game."

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

"Yes," said Dumbledore. "How about we have a drink together later? I have a bottle of fine whiskey."

"I'm afraid not, Albus," said Chris. "It's a very busy time right now and there's 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 should want to celebrate too."

"Well... okay." Chris nodded and agreed.

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

He also wanted to invite Maxim and Karkaroff to join him, but when he turned around, he found that the two were already preparing to leave with the warriors from their respective academies.

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(End of this chapter)