For example, "If you do not reject me, Pheobe would be willing to serve as your subordinate," and the like.
But unfortunately, Kayson really did not have that kind of charisma...
"Perhaps this way—once Hogwarts' Champion has been chosen, we might be able to help you discuss it with him? The matter of throwing the match," Cedric suddenly said.
"You have that much influence?" Pheobe asked in surprise.
"It is nothing more than a trophy." Cedric shrugged.
"If you can really do it, then I think I will help you." Pheobe blinked and walked off into the distance.
"Uh... actually, you can row a boat."
"Huh? How do I row?"
"Hagrid, go demonstrate for her." Kayson patted Hagrid on the back.
"Oh, please come with me, beautiful lady." Hagrid's face was piled with smiles. Clearly, Madame Maxime, far away in the distance, had him hooked so thoroughly that he even extended that affection to Pheobe.
Though perhaps it was because Pheobe still held information that could help him.
Who said the old fellow Hagrid did not have a bit of cunning after all?
Soon enough, only two people remained in the office again. Kayson watched Hagrid walk away with a pained expression, then turned to Cedric.
"What are you thinking?"
"If I really become a Champion, I will help Hagrid... Of course, if someone else becomes the Champion, then there is nothing I can do." Cedric smiled.
"You are still too selfless. No, I need to think of some other way. I cannot let you be the only one making a loss here, or would you not have come to me for extra lessons for nothing?" Kayson clicked his tongue as he sat on the sofa.
"I do not know how to explain it, but if I were a Champion