Just as breakfast was about to end, the belated Daily Prophet finally arrived.
Ever since it had become an official newspaper, it had rarely been delivered on time.
The front-page story was naturally about the Champions of the Triwizard Tournament, and the headline "Four Champions" successfully piqued everyone's interest.
The article itself was rather lackluster, though. Its stiff official tone and utterly joyless content made the students miss Rita.
Whether she made things up or not, her articles really did make for great reading over a meal.
To put it bluntly, the current Daily Prophet was too stiff even for wiping one's ass.
Vincent tossed the newspaper aside after reading only the opening.
The Goblet of Fire had made its own choice?
Four Champions, unprecedented in history?
Someone had obviously tampered with it, yet the Ministry of Magic still had the nerve to save face for itself.
Feeling rather frustrated, Vincent headed to the club activity room as soon as he finished breakfast.
He took off his school robes, jumped onto the ring, hung up a punching bag, and began pounding it heavily again and again without any protective gear.
The fifty-kilogram punching bag swung wildly from the blows. Before long, the finger-thick iron chain snapped with a crack.
Harry's eyelids twitched wildly as soon as he entered the activity room.
Although he had prepared himself mentally beforehand, he was still inevitably startled by the sight.
High-intensity physical training... surely it wouldn't involve getting beaten up, right?
Vincent grabbed the punching bag on the ring and frowned at the broken section of the chain.
It had snapped right in the middle. He would have to repair it with magic.
When he turned around, he saw Harry approaching timidly, so he forcefully tossed the punching bag off the ring.
"You're here?