When Amosta uses a witty and elegant remark to undo the negative effects of his malicious jokes, VIP Dregern immediately realizes that the young man in front of him, who has been pushed out by Albus Dumbledore, is not so simple.

There was a hint of hesitation in his heart, after all, he didn't want to offend Albus Dumbledore too much, but at this time, Karkaroff suddenly spoke,

"Don't be modest, Mr. Blaine--"

The corners of Karkaroff's mouth tugged at a playful smile,

"Everyone knows that Hogwarts is the oldest school of witchcraft and wizardry in Europe, and it is also the greatest school of witchcraft and wizardry today, whether it is Beauxbatons or our Durmstrang, there are places to learn from Hogwarts in teaching."

"Exactly--"

The wizards present came from all over the world, they graduated from different magic schools, Karkaroff's statement suddenly poked their pride, and Dregern, who sensed the people's faint dissatisfaction, instantly made up his mind, and he smiled and agreed,

"We're here to decide which school to host the Triwizard Tournament, but I think Hogwarts has the right to win, oh, I've worked with Dumbledore for many years, and he must be very confident that he will change the representative temporarily."

This is why Amosta is reluctant to 'camp' in the so-called high society, which is always very fond of intriguing and tricky opponents, and under the solid rules of society, he must be wary of his desire to try to solve all problems by force.

"I agree with part of what Principal Karkaroff said--"

Amosta smiled at Karkaroff without seeing any joy,

"As we all know, Hogwarts is indeed the oldest of the three schools of witchcraft and wizardry in Europe, but in terms of greatness, my personal superficial opinion is that every school of witchcraft and wizardry is the cradle of magical civilization, and they are all great, and the word 'great' cannot be quantified by the word 'most'."

With that, Amosta looked sideways at Dregern and continued before he tried to refute,

"As for why Headmaster Dumbledore temporarily asked me to be my representative at Hogwarts, Mr. Dregern—"

Amosta laughed,

"Perhaps, the reason he doesn't want to be here is because he doesn't want to steal your limelight!"

Laughter and applause arose in the palatial ballroom, and many looked at Amosta Blaine with admiration, marveling at the up-and-coming star of European magic.

Staring at the personable and not sharp Amosta Blaine, Fleur's big blue eyes were full of fire, and to be honest, although she didn't think Beauxbatons would be weaker than Hogwarts, she had to admit that there was no wizard like Amosta Bryne in Beauxbatons.

Handsome, elegant, and funny, and at the same time, from the things he is famous for, it is also clear that this is a wizard with great mana, and considering his age, Amosta Bryan has a bright future!

Barty's face was complicated, although Amosta's excellent response also gave face to the British Minister of Magic, but when he thought of Amelia, who this guy secretly supported, Barty couldn't be happy, but when his eyes fell on Dregern, who was teased by Amosta and was trying to maintain his demeanor, Barty's eyes were secretly happy.

"It seems that our Mr. Amosta Blaine has more than just outstanding skills--"

Feeling that before the situation was completely out of control, Dregern said with a smile,

"Oh, get up--"

Vip Dregern's eyes widened, and he patted Amosta on the back in feigned friendliness, and said in a tone of sudden recollection,

"We all know that Mr. Albus Dumbledore is the most powerful wizard in the wizarding world today, and now it seems that there is another wizard with extraordinary skills at Hogwarts, why don't you let everyone see it, I mean, your amazing magic, that's the best way for everyone to know you, isn't it?"

Stupid –

Barty Crouch thought faintly.

Vip Dregern seemed to think that Amosta's fame and fame were disguised by the Daily Prophet in addition to his subtlety of magic, but Barty knew that this was not the case, and he had heard from Connelly and Dolores and Rufus about the chilling fire they had seen when they had arrived at Hogsmeade.

"It's been more than half a century since the amazing battle of the century between Dumbledore and Grindelwald, and I mean, one man can fight a hundred vicious werewolves."

Dregern stared at Amosta with sparkling eyes, acting like an admirer,

"I think everyone in the meeting will want to see your extraordinary magic, come on, Amosta, let everyone see what you are capable of, if it's exciting enough, maybe it will also help Hogwarts score extra points in the selection!"

Amosta's lack of immediate response led Dregon to think that he had found a way to make Amosta look foreign, and he increasingly believed that the staggering feats in the newspapers were directed and staged by Dumbledore in order to give Amosta too much power.

In fact, there are not many people in the European wizarding world who think this way, after all, the fact that a wizard who was previously unknown suddenly became outstanding seems a little abnormal.

It was Albus Dumbledore who began to accumulate fame when he was a student at Hogwarts, and eventually became a great wizard admired by everyone, rather than being like Amosta Blaine, who became famous and known to everyone in just one year because of some things.

"Show Magic--"

After going around for a long time, he actually picked this one to make himself look foreign, Amosta sighed in his heart.

In fact, Amosta's biggest flaw is the unknown gap between his graduation from Hogwarts and his return to Hogwarts.

"Ho-ho, Mr. Dregern, what do you think I should do?"

Amosta asked with interest.

"Of course you need an opponent!"

Vip Dregon said excitedly, he immediately looked at the gathered crowd, his eyes scanned back and forth, pretending to look for Amosta's opponent, and suddenly, his gaze stayed on Fleur Delacour, who also expected Amosta to show his hand, and exclaimed with a little surprise,

"That's you, Miss Fleur Delacour, I think you're a suitable opponent!"

"What?!"

Fleur screamed in dismay, completely unexpectedly seeing her body.

"I don't think that's a good choice, Mr. Dregern."

Madame Maxim stepped forward and said in a slightly angry voice,

"Fleur is indeed Beauxbatons' best student, but, I think everyone can understand, there is still a big gap between her and Mr. Bryne, and it is not a close battle."

"If you want to be evenly matched, Madame Maxim—"

Karkarov immediately said,

"Then Dumbledore himself has to do it, no one here can deal with a basilisk that has lived for a thousand years, or a hundred vicious werewolves!"

Karkaroff joked, but his eyes were full of indifference, and there was not a trace of a smile.

"Exactly--"

Dregern clapped his hands and affirmed Karkaroff's statement,

"Miss Delacour is still studying at Beauxbatons, and Mr. Bryan is a professor, this is a rare opportunity, isn't it, maybe Miss Delacour will benefit greatly from his guidance!"

Cunning guy!

Anyone in their true right mind saw through Dregern's scheme.

Amosta Bryan certainly can't afford to lose to Fleur Delacul, right, in that case, he will be ruined, and of course, he can't get into a fierce battle, which is also a shame for Amosta Blaine.

But if she defeated Fleur Delacour neatly, Madame Maxim's face would be a little unbearable

(End of chapter)