Ever since classes began on Monday, Albert had been unable to avoid the other students any longer. The title of Hogwarts champion had brought him no small amount of trouble. Most students looked at him as though he were some rare animal, and whenever he passed through the corridors, he could always see and hear groups of girls giggling foolishly. At mealtimes, girls often turned to stare at him. The bolder ones came up to Albert with handkerchiefs, schoolbags, and books for him to sign, leaving him thoroughly vexed. This was probably the trouble that came with being popular.
Viktor Krum was the first of them to adapt to being a champion. He was already a famous Quidditch star and had plenty of experience dealing with enthusiastic fans.
Fleur Delacour was like a breathtaking, unattainable flower. She became the center of attention wherever she went, yet not a single Hogwarts boy dared work up the courage to greet her. They only dared watch her from afar. The girls had no affection whatsoever for Miss Delacour, with her Veela blood, but they merely whispered among themselves. Fleur had long since grown used to the stares and gossip.
The champion title had affected Harry the most. Aside from Gryffindor Academy students, those from the other houses had little goodwill toward him. His best friend, Ron Weasley, had even stopped speaking to him out of jealousy over his becoming a champion. The two were now like strangers. Other than Hermione, Harry was practically isolated, with barely anyone left he could talk to.
Malfoy and his Slytherin Academy gang had somehow gotten hold of a pile of green "Potter Stinks" badges. Whenever Harry passed through a corridor, students from the other houses would stop him, show him the "Potter Stinks" badges pinned to their