Vip Dregn wanted to have some fun at Hogwarts, and Durmstrang's Igor Karkaroff wanted to have some fun at both Hogwarts and Beauxbatons.
Few of the guests in the banquet hall could not figure it out. Almost all of them could clearly see the plans of Dregon and Karkaroff, who were set up by Amosta Brain, as soon as they sang in harmony. .
Madame Maxime was not completely convinced by Dregern's argument. She looked displeased and wanted to say something, but when she saw that her favorite protégé, Fleur, actually looked a little moved, she hesitated. , and swallowed the words that came to his mouth.
Fleur has always been the proud daughter of Beauxbatons. Her outstanding appearance brought by her Veela bloodline and her outstanding magical talent have made her loved by her peers. Perhaps, it would be appropriate to let her suffer a little. Not a bad thing.
With this idea in mind, Madame Maxime said nothing in the end, and by the way, she stopped the officials from the French Ministry of Magic who wanted to say a few words for Fleur.
Old Barty stared at Vip coldly, angry at his reluctance. He had already made up his mind to go back and say hello to Dumbledore, and to give Dregon a good look when things were over, but The top priority is to warn Amosta not to fall into the trap.
However, when Barty noticed the expressionless Amosta and his calm eyes, his slightly nervous mood suddenly calmed down.
"Don't be stingy, Amosta!" Ludo shouted happily, "Let us see what you can do!"
Dregern's calculation did not change Amosta's expression, but Ludo Bagman's expression of eagerness to watch the fun made two black lines appear on Amosta's forehead.
Is this guy really stupid as rumored, or does he have bad intentions?
Amosta also noticed the expectation in Fleur's blue eyes, and couldn't help but laugh in her heart. After all, she was a little girl who had not graduated and had a simple mind.
She was probably the only person in this banquet hall who purely wanted to see her skills.
"In this case--"
Amosta's mind was spinning. After a few breaths, he faced Fleur and said with a smile,
"Miss Delacour, let's compete -"
Dregern and Karkaroff looked happy at the same time. Before they could say anything, Amosta said immediately,
"However, I have some objections to the way the competition is conducted."
"how do you want to do it?"
Fleur walked into the center of people's sight with graceful steps, and she asked with great interest.
"My personal opinion is that since the Triwizard Tournament is to enhance friendship between each other, and this cocktail party is held to prepare for the Triwizard Tournament, then I who belong to Hogwarts and I who come from Booth Patton, it is obviously inappropriate for you to directly engage in a duel--"
Amosta shook the crystal clear wine glass slightly, thinking at the corner of his mouth,
"I have an idea - since Mr. Vip Dregern has proposed the competition, how about letting him also participate in the competition?"
Vip's expression suddenly changed. Before he could pull himself out of the whirlpool, he heard Amosta express his opinion.
"How about we let the two of us compete with Mr. Vip separately. The content of the competition is who can disarm Mr. Vip faster?"
"I think this is a very appropriate proposal." Barty Crouch stepped forward with a cold smile on his face and clapped his hands.
"This is inappropriate--"
Vip Dregern's face doesn't look very good now.
Of course he wouldn't think that he would be disarmed by a young girl who had not graduated, but Amosta's proposal almost meant that the difficult problem he had thrown at him before was thrown back. Now, he urgently needs to maintain face, and he also needs to consider arrogance. It was he who was favored by Sparton and a group of officials from the French Ministry of Magic.
"I think it's very appropriate!"
Barty showed his strong side. He raised his voice to interrupt Dreggen's excuse. Then, he looked at Fleur gently,
"I think Miss Delacour will not refuse this more decent and more illustrative way of competition, right?"
To be honest, Fleur obviously wanted to compete with Amosta, but she couldn't refuse the suggestion made by Mr. Blaine. Just when she was hesitant, Fleur suddenly noticed Mrs. Maxim's unobservable expression directed at her. Nod.
"I think Mr. Blaine has a good idea—"
Fleur nodded, but her face looked slightly regretful.
Wow!
Lu Duo was not the only one in the crowd. In an instant, the dining table across the banquet hall was moved to the wall by magic, and a spacious open space was immediately vacated.
But it still took some time to prepare. After all, Fleur couldn't wear high heels and a low-cut dress that fit her body curves and dance with others with swords and guns!
"Good job--"
Everyone was paying attention to the confrontation between Fleur Delacour and Vip Dregern with a sinister expression.
Barty took the opportunity to come to Amosta, who was smiling and whispered.
To be honest, Amosta was a little surprised by Barty's compliment. He knew that the director of the International Magical Cooperation Department didn't like him that much.
"The good show will start later——"
Amosta took a sip of sherry, raised his eyebrows and smiled.
"So--"
Fleur, who had changed back to her Beauxbatons school uniform, held a wand, and her heroic standard duel preparations won the applause of many people.
"I beg your pardon, Mr. Dregern."
"Oh, I hope my old bones can last longer!"
Even though he was itching to hate him, Dregen still tried his best to show his grace.
Under the candlelight as bright as a star, a bright red light emerged from the tip of the hibiscus wand, which kicked off the competition.
It can be seen that Beauxbatons must have courses similar to dueling courses. Fleur is not just waving the wand randomly. Her offensive steps, inducement and attack are quite organized. However, this kind of excellence still does not get rid of a The level that an underage wizard should have.
And Vip participated in the recovery of the remaining wizards after the fall of Grindelwald. He was a powerful wizard who came from the war years and had outstanding magic power!
No one, not even Madame Maxime, expected Fleur to successfully seize Vip Dregern's wand.
This is also true. Looking at the normal duel, the biggest trouble that Dregern may foresee is to try his best to perform as hard as possible, and be careful not to defeat the Beauxbatons girl all at once and make Madam Maxime unable to step down.
But three minutes later, a gray cursed light accurately hit Fleur's wrist, causing her body to lose balance and her wand to fall to the ground.
"Ah——" Furong, who looked unwilling, stamped her feet, feeling disappointed, "I failed——"
Many people couldn't help but smile, but no one wanted to tell her the truth.
"You almost succeeded, Miss Delacour--"
Dregern steadied his pace, panting and wiping the sweat from his forehead. The smile on his face fully demonstrated the demeanor of a 'senior expert'.
"To be honest, I have never seen a young wizard as outstanding as you. I bet, Miss Delacour, that you will definitely become a strong contender for the Triwizard Tournament. Your future is limitless. Of course, all this is inseparable from Beauxbatons’ excellent teaching methods--"
Even Madame Maxime softened her expression after these words and Dreggen's mercy just now, and she didn't care so much about Vip Dregern involving Fleur in her little thoughts.
"Then it's your turn, Mr. Blaine--"
Losing to a long-established wizard was not that embarrassing for Fleur, not to mention that the other party gave her such a high evaluation. Fleur raised the corners of her mouth, like a little girl who got her favorite gift at Christmas. She walked up to Amosta with brisk steps, looked at Amosta with a slightly proud and provocative look and smiled.
"I hope the following demonstration will inspire you, Miss Delacour--"
Amosta said cheerfully, he handed the wine glass to Barty Crouch, and with everyone looking forward to it, Shiran came on stage.
The air that had been peaceful just now was quickly filled with anxiety.
Everyone wants to see how capable Amosta Brain is. Although the Daily Prophet has reported it in detail, everyone knows the political overtones of the Daily Prophet itself.
Even if what those reporters heard from the villagers in Hogsmeade is true, how discerning are these ignorant people? Maybe, what they say is just the boast of those who do good things!
"You're right, Mr. Blaine--"
There was a flash of evil in Dregern's eyes, and he looked at Amosta opposite him, who was wearing a straight black suit that supported his figure.
"I hope this showdown will inspire those who witness this scene."
Amosta chuckled but did not speak. In full view of everyone, he fumbled on his body a few times, but as the movements progressed, his expression became serious.
"What's wrong, Amosta?"
Barty Crouch frowned and asked nervously.
"oh--"
Amosta shook his sleeves again. After a moment, he spread his hands with an innocent look on his face.
"I seem to have forgotten my wand-"
(End of chapter)
