Ripple Dregern wants to have some fun with Hogwarts, while Igor Karkaroff from Durmstrang wants to have some fun with both Hogwarts and Beauxbatons.

Few of the guests in the banquet hall couldn't turn their brains, and almost all of them could clearly see the calculations of Dregern and Karkaroff, who had set up Amosta Bryan as soon as they sang and harmonized.

Dregern's statement did not fully convince Madame Maxime, and she looked displeased and wanted to say something, but when she saw that her protégé, Fleur, was actually quite moved, she hesitated, and swallowed the words that came to her lips.

Fleur has always been the proud son of Beauxbatons, and her excellent looks and her own magical talent have made her favored among her peers, and perhaps, it is not a bad thing to make her suffer a little.

With this in mind, Madame Maxime finally said nothing, and by the way, stopped the officials of the French Ministry of Magic who wanted to help Fleur say a few words.

Old Barty stared at Vep coldly, annoyed by his reluctance, he had already made up his mind to turn back and say hello to Dumbledore, and wait for this to happen, to give Dregon a good look, but the first priority was to remind Amosta not to fall into the trap.

However, when Barty noticed the unmiscellaneous Amosta and his unwavering eyes, his slightly nervous mood suddenly calmed down.

"Don't be stingy, Amosta!" Ludo exclaimed happily, "Let's see what you're capable of!" ”

Dregern's calculations didn't change Amosta's color, but Ludo Bagman's impatient look made Amosta's forehead rise with two black lines.

Is this guy really stupid as rumored to be, or is it ill-intentioned?

Amosta also noticed the anticipation in Fleur's blue eyes, and couldn't help but smile in her heart, after all, she was a little girl who had not graduated, and she was simple-minded.

She's probably the only person in the banquet hall who just wants to see what she's capable of.

"In that case--"

Amosta's mind raced, and after a few breaths, he faced Fleur and smiled,

"Miss Delacour, let's compete—"

Dregon and Karkaroff looked happy at the same time, and before they could say anything, Amosta said,

"However, I have a little bit of an opinion about the way the competition is conducted."

"What do you want to do?"

Fleur walked into the center of people's eyes with her steps, and she asked with great interest.

"My personal opinion is that since the Triwizard Tournament is for the sake of friendship between us, and this drinking party is held in preparation for the Triwizard Tournament, it is obviously a bit inappropriate for me from Hogwarts to have a direct duel with you from Beauxbatons--"

Amosta shook the crystal clear wine glass slightly, and the corners of his mouth playful,

"I have an idea - since Mr. Vip Dregern has suggested a competition, why don't you let him be involved in the competition?"

Vep's face changed immediately, and before he could pluck himself out of the whirlpool, he heard Amosta say his opinion,

"Let's just compete with Mr. VIP separately, and the content of the competition is who can disarm Mr. VIP faster?"

"I think that's a very appropriate proposition." Barty Crouch stepped out, with a cold smile on his face, clapping his palms and saying.

"It's not appropriate--"

Vep Dregern's face isn't very good-looking now.

Of course, he didn't think he would be disarmed by a young girl who had not graduated, but Amosta's proposal was almost a matter of throwing back the problems he had thrown at him before, and now he was the one who urgently needed to save face and to consider the face of Beauxbatons and the officials of the French Ministry of Magic.

"I think it's very appropriate!"

Barty showed a strong side, he raised his voice to interrupt Dregern's prevarication, and then, looking at Fleur gently,

"I don't think Miss Delacour will refuse this more respectable and more revealing way of competing, right?"

To be honest, Fleur clearly wanted to try her hand at Amosta, but she couldn't refuse Mr. Blaine's suggestion, and just as she hesitated, Flim suddenly noticed Madame Maxim nodding at her imperceptibly.

"I think Mr. Bryan has a good idea—"

Fleur nodded, but her face was slightly regretful.

Crash!

Ludo was not the only one in the crowd, and in an instant, the tables in the banquet hall were magically moved to the wall, and a large open space was immediately vacated.

But it took some time to prepare, after all, Fleur couldn't wear high heels and wear a low-cut dress that would fit the curves of her body!

"Good job--"

People are all watching the confrontation in the field, eager to try Fleur Delacour, and the gloomy-faced Vip Dregern.

Barty took the opportunity to come to the smiling Amosta and whispered.

To be honest, Amosta's praise surprised Amosta a little, knowing that the head of the Department of International Magical Cooperation didn't like him that much.

"The show will be played later—"

Amosta took a sip of sherry and smiled.

"So--"

Fleur, who changed back into Beauxbatons' school uniform, held a magic wand, and her heroic standard duel preparation action won the applause of many people.

"I beg your pardon for offending, Mr. Dregern."

"Oh, I hope my old bones can last a little longer!"

Even though his teeth itched with hatred, Dregon still tried his best to show grace.

Under the candlelight as bright as the stars, a bright red light came out of the tip of Fleur's wand to open the prelude to the competition.

It can be seen that Beauxbatons must have a course similar to the dueling class, Fleur is not just waving her wand indiscriminately, her offensive steps, inducement and attack are quite disciplined, but this kind of excellence still does not get rid of the level that a young wizard should have.

And Vip participated in the recovery of those remnant wizards after the fall of Grindelwald, and it was a powerful wizard with excellent mana who came from the war years!

No one, not even Madame Maxime, expected Fleur to succeed in retrieving Vip Dregern's wand.

As a matter of fact, looking at the normal duel, the biggest trouble that Dregon could have foreseen was to try his best to behave harder, and to be careful not to defeat the little girl of Beauxbatons at once, so that Madame Maxim could not get off the stage.

But three minutes later, a gray spell struck Fleur's wrist with precision, causing her to lose shape and her wand to the ground.

"Ahh

Many people couldn't help but smile, but no one wanted to tell her the truth.

"You almost made it, Miss Delacour—"

Dregon steady his pace, 'panting' wiped the sweat from his forehead, and the smile on his face fully demonstrated the demeanor of a 'senior master',

"Seriously, I've never seen a wizard as good as you, and I bet, Miss Delacour, you're a strong contender for the Triwizard Tournament, and your future is limitless, and of course, all of this is inseparable from Beauxbatons' excellent teaching methods--"

Even Madame Maxim softened her face with these words and Dregern's mercy from his men just now, and she didn't care so much about Vip Dregern involving Fleur in her own thoughts.

"Well, then, it's your turn, Mr. Blaine--"

Losing to a prestigious wizard wasn't that embarrassing for Fleur, not to mention that the other party gave her such a high rating. Fleur curled the corners of her mouth, like a little girl who got a favorite gift for Christmas, she walked up to Amosta with a brisk step, looked at Amosta with a little pride and provocation and smiled.

"Hopefully the next demo will inspire you, Miss Delacour—"

Amosta said happily, he handed the glass to Barty Crouch, and in anticipation of everyone, Shi Ran came on.

The air quickly filled the air with a burning scorch.

Everyone wants to see how good Amosta Bryan is. Although it has been reported in detail in the Daily Prophet, everyone is well aware of the political overtones of the Daily Prophet itself.

Even if what the reporters heard from the villagers of Hogsmeade was true, how much vision did a group of fools have, perhaps, what they said was just the boasting of the do-gooders!

"You're right, Mr. Blaine--"

There was a flash of gloom in Dregern's eyes, and he looked at Amosta, who was wearing a crisp black suit gown that supported his figure.

"Hopefully, this matchup will inspire those who witnessed it."

Amosta smiled but didn't speak, and in full view of everyone, he groped around his body a few times, but as the movement progressed, his expression became calm.

"What's wrong, Amosta?"

Barty Crouch frowned and asked nervously.

"Oh-"

Amosta shook his sleeves again, and after a moment, he spread his hands with an innocent expression,

"I think I forgot my wand—"

(End of chapter)