Now That You're the One Saying It... Why Does It Sound So Believable?!

Even though the Golden Cup had already been sitting at home for a day, Xenophilius Lovegood still felt as if he were dreaming.

He raised his head and looked at the splendid, gleaming Golden Cup. "All-England Wizard Duelling Competition... Duelling Champion..."

On either side of the Golden Cup were two Fire Dragon carvings. They stretched out their necks, their long snouts pressed against their bellies; the shape could be seen as handles.

On the backs of the two Fire Dragon statues rested a beautifully curved Golden Cup, with these words written on it: Presented to the Duelling Champion of the Seventy-Seventh All-England Wizard Duelling Competition.

"Hiss!" This was the first time he had seen a freshly awarded Duelling Champion's Golden Cup from such close range. His neck had been fixed in an upward-looking position for too long, and the slightest twist made it hurt terribly.

"No..." Xenophilius rubbed his neck, turned around, and looked at Vizet, who was sitting in a dining chair. "How did you suddenly bring back a Golden Cup?"

"Father, did you forget?" Luna set her cup of flower tea down on its saucer. "Vizet gave you a ticket last time too. That was a ticket to the All-England Wizard Duelling Competition."

"I thought it was just to watch... Maybe it was some friend of Vizet's again..." Xenophilius sat down as well. "Like the ticket to the Quidditch World Cup final..."

He had always felt that Vizet might possess some quality even more magical than his own darling's, something that let him constantly reap all kinds of good fortune.

For example, after they took a trip to Sweden and returned, through Vizet's connection there, he had opened up a small slice of the overseas market, and it was still continuing to expand.

There was also Klothar Bashat,