The last point that Professor Bryan said was something that few young wizards could hear, and people were eagerly talking about what he had said.

The Triwizard Cup and the aforementioned 1,000 Galleons are rewards for champions, and Professor Bryan makes it clear that once they are selected as Champions, their reputation will immediately be known to the entire European wizarding community, and that Warriors will receive at least a few thousand Galleons after the tournament.

This undoubtedly ignited the enthusiasm of many students, and some of the young wizards at Hogwarts who had previously feared the dangers of the game had already planned to change their minds, and a few people with the ability to act were borrowing quills and parchment from all over the place, ready to sign up for the Goblet of Fire as soon as the dinner was over.

"Age line—"

Fred Weasley's eyes sparkled, "That's easy, you must be able to be deceived by the age booster, right?" As long as your name goes into that cup, you can laugh happily - it can't tell who is over seventeen and who is not! ”

"You're going to get involved?"

Ron asked, confused, obviously a little dazed by fame and bonuses,

"But you only received a thousand Galleons of investment"

"Who would think that there is too much gold in their hands, little fool--"

George Weasley said.

"I must warn you!"

Hermione took a deep breath, she glanced at Ron warningly, and then said to Fred and George,

"Tournaments are dangerous, and I don't think underage wizards will be able to handle them safely, we haven't learned enough!"

"We're Brian's students in gym class, Hermione, you take this class yourself, you know how much we can do now!"

Fred said unhappily.

"But the point is—" Hermione said urgently, "you're not the only ones involved in gym class, some of you are adults. You can't compete with them. ”

"Then we'll see—" said George confidently, and then beckoned to Fred, "Come on, brother, it's a sleepless night!" ”

Hermione underestimated the temptation of being a warrior to the boys, Ron stared at Fred and George's backs in a trance, as if hesitating to follow, and even Harry had a hesitant expression, although he was not interested in gold and fame, but no one was interested in turning down this honor.

The crowd dispersed quickly, and many even trotted up the stairs, eager to get back to the dormitory to prepare, and given the special circumstances of tonight, Filch and his Lady Loris would certainly not wander around the castle and arrest the little wizard who didn't sleep on time.

"Let's go, let's go"

Professor Bryan hurried upstairs, no student dared to stand in his way, and Karkaroff led his students outside the castle, apparently with no intention of staying overnight in the castle, while Bagman was still talking to Dumbledore at the faculty table, and when the auditorium was almost empty, he had no intention of ending the conversation.

Seeing this, Ron said in despair.

They followed the end of the crowd upstairs, and when they reached the third floor, they found Lavender and Parvati perched on the third floor platform, frowning and muttering to the hallway, and Neville was there, looking surprised.

"What's wrong?"

Hermione stepped forward to greet her two roommates.

"Oh, that schoolgirl from Beauxbatons!" Lavender said unhappily, "We saw her go that way!" ”

"What?"

Hermione wasn't alone, Ron and Harry were also staring at each other with their mouths wide open and blinking in dismay.

"She's definitely going to see Professor Blaine!"

Parvati glared at Harry and said angrily,

"Maybe she's going through the back door to Professor Blaine, I mean, she definitely wants to beat her classmates and become a warrior, right, oh, I bet Professor Bryan can see through her at a glance!"

Office of Student Safety.

Tonight, in order to greet the guests from afar, out of courtesy, Amosta drank a lot of wine but did not eat anything, so Amosta made himself tea as soon as he returned, and then he went to the back of his desk, opened the drawer, and took out a box from it.

The box contained some lightly sweet biscuits, which he had made specially for the elves in the kitchen, and the daily school desserts were not quite to his taste.

Tuk, tuk, tuk –

Just as Amosta was about to return to his seat from the fireplace with a cup of tea that had been extra for tonight's sleepless night, there was a knock at the door.

"Please come in--"

In the office, Amosta's somewhat helpless invitation sounded.

It's Fleur Delacour.

Fleur wore her hair in a high ponytail, which made her much more capable than she had just looked, and as soon as she walked into the office, she did not rush to greet Amosta, but looked at Amosta's office with curiosity, and when she found that the famous Amosta Bryne worked in such a humble office. And after the break, there was obvious surprise in her eyes.

"Is this Hogwarts style, Mr. Blaine?"

Fleur walked in and asked in a very familiar tone,

"Again, your personal style, this office looks like an ascetic residence!"

"A literate guest shouldn't point at someone's house without saying hello when he steps through it, Ms. Delacour—"

Amosta smiled casually, and he gestured to Fleur, who was a little taller than she had looked half a year ago, motioning for her to sit down, and then walked over to the window to open it to breathe.

"Don't-"

Fleur didn't sit down, but went to Amosta's desk with great interest, she glanced at the snack box that Amosta had taken out, and then her eyes fell on the large bundle of unanswered letters on the side of the desk, and for some reason, she pouted her lips in displeasure.

She noticed that Amosta was opening the window, shuddered, and said a little grumblingly,

"Shhhh

"Then you should be glad that the Triwizard Tournament wasn't held in Durmstrang."

Amosta shrugged his shoulders and left the window, he let the fire in the fireplace grow a little more, and then returned to the couch and sat down.

"What's the matter, Miss Delacour, is it that Hogwarts is so inhospitable that you can't wait to come to me after the dinner to complain?"

"Oh, I don't have as much opinion of this school as I do for you--"

Looking at Amosta Bryan sitting opposite him with his fingers intertwined, they met at the preparation meeting of the Triwizard Tournament, this is the second time they have met, compared to half a year ago, Amosta Bryan's appearance has not changed, but if there seems to be a calm and majesty between the eyebrows and eyes, when the eyes are unintentionally touched, it will always make people feel palpitations.

Fleur almost never felt this emotion in other men, and it was always the other man who was nervous when he faced her, and the light in Amosta Bryan's peculiar lilac eyes was always pure, without the eagerness and disgusting possessiveness she was accustomed to feeling.

Mysterious and powerful.

Here's what Fleur had to say about Amosta Blaine.

"I've probably written you three letters, Mr. Bryan, the most recent of which was just two months ago--"

Fleur leaned slightly, the flames in the fireplace stained her slightly exposed collarbone a pale gold, and her hoarse voice revealed strange emotions,

"But I haven't received a reply, Mr. Blaine, and I guess my letter is in the bundle of letters on your desk labeled 'No Reply Required'?"

"Ahh

Amosta smiled,

"The house-elves at Hogwarts are in charge of sorting letters for me, and they may have made a mistake in their work, so don't worry, I'll condemn them—"

Hum--

The excuse was a little too confusing, Fleur snorted in a nasal voice, her eyes wandering around the room, and she hesitated for a moment, not asking what was behind the dark curtain on one of the walls of the office.

The office was so shabby that after a few glances, Fleur lost interest completely, and she reopened her gaze on Amosta Blaine, who was smiling politely, and her eyes fluttered.

"May I ask a question, Mr. Blaine?"

"What?"

"The witch you defeated at the Quidditch World Cup--" Fleur suddenly became excited, and she stared earnestly into Amosta's eyes and asked coldly,

"What's your relationship with her?"

(End of chapter)