Pale Expectations

Not everyone had the courage or confidence to defy the Minister for Magic. In a fury, Cornelius Fudge took all the Ministry of Magic officials away with him, leaving behind words that were practically threats. Professor McGonagall and Madam Pomfrey were deeply unsettled, and even Harry and the other two on the hospital beds were at a loss.

"Bluster!"

Sirius shouted furiously at the retreating backs of the Ministry group.

"I'd like to see what he plans to do!"

Harry did not know whether he should continue. His account had only covered Voldemort's resurrection so far, but what came afterward was even more important.

"Albus."

Madame Maxime rose to her feet. She knew full well how much weight the Minister for Magic's threats carried. With worry on her face, she said softly,

"That Dark wizard has truly returned. If you need help, Beauxbatons will stand firmly by your side."

It was a weighty promise. Dumbledore's expression turned solemn as he replied gratefully,

"Thank you, Olympe. Thank you for standing on the side of justice."

"It is what Beauxbatons ought to do. Without you, I believe that Dark wizard would bring even greater harm to the European wizarding world—" Madame Maxime said in her booming voice. "Helping you is helping ourselves."

Previously, Harry had neither much fondness nor much dislike for the Beauxbatons headmistress. But after hearing those words, he could not help but feel profound respect for her.

"Given the current situation, Albus, do you think the Triwizard Tournament should... be brought to an end?"

After hesitating for a moment, Madame Maxime asked haltingly.

Dumbledore fell silent. It was not an easy decision to make, and for a moment, even he wavered.

"Why?"

Unexpectedly, Amosta, who had been doing his utmost to remain unnoticed, stepped forward. He said calmly,

"Why