Draco is a child of the Malfoy Family, Lucius will definitely showcase the profound heritage of a Pure-blood family.
As for Harry, needless to say, he has the Potter Family's vast wealth and the Black Family's even deeper heritage than the Malfoy Family.
Although they were only 14 years old, they were not much different from ordinary adult wizards.
Of course, they can't compare to Phoebe and Viktor Krum, who were officially selected through the Goblet of Fire.
Dumbledore smiled as he looked at Madame Maxime. "In previous tournaments, there were no age restrictions for the Champion, but this year is different. The two Champion selected by Hogwarts are not what the Goblet of Goblet of Fire intended for."
Madame Maxime held the large cup in her hands with a conflicted expression.
If someone is willing to greet her in advance, it means they consider her one of their own.
The current situation is particularly favorable to Beauxbatons; no matter how much the two 14-year-olds improve their skills, they will never reach Vincent's level.
She gently put down her cup, and her whole body relaxed. "Professor Dumbledore, as long as the rules allow, I certainly won't object to you developing a special training plan for the Champion."
Dumbledore his glass in thanks, "Thank you for your understanding, madam."
Madame Maxime also raised her large cup.
Her demeanor remained as elegant as ever, even as she gulped down most of a glass of freshly squeezed juice.
"Professor Dumbledore, I also want to thank you for the bedtime drink." She gently set down the empty large cup and pushed it away slightly.
"I really like your juice. Can I take some back with me for my students?"
Dumbledore waved his hand, and two large jugs of freshly squeezed juice appeared before her.
"Thank you." Madame Maxime thanked them again and rose gracefully, nodding to each of the people at the long table. "I think it's time for me to go back. I hope there won't be any similar accidents after the competition starts."
"No, it won't happen." Dumbledore raised his Elder Wand, causing two large jugs of juice to float up and follow behind her.
He saw Madame Maxime out of the Great Hall, his expression immediately turning serious.
Everyone understood what he was worried about, especially Vincent and Moody, who had just suspected Karkaroff.
The You-Know-Who in the black cloak wanted to achieve some ulterior motive through Harry's participation in the competition, most obviously to put Harry in danger, or even...
Snape narrowed his long, narrow eyes, his entire face turning terrifyingly grim.
Vincent, sitting next to him, seemed completely unfazed as he picked up his juice and savored it.
Who else would most want something to happen to Harry? It would be Voldemort or those shady Death Eaters.
Therefore, even without evidence, Karkaroff, the former Death Eaters, is highly suspected.
Maybe he's already reconnected with Voldemort, or maybe he's trying to prove his loyalty through Harry.
Dumbledore returned to the staff table and sat down, turning to look at Moody sitting beside him. "Alastor, do you think he went back?"
Moody pondered for a moment, "No, Albus Dumbledore, although he hides it well, I can still tell that he is just as cowardly as he was back then. If he really received a message from the Dark Lord, he would be so scared that he would find a safe place to hide overnight."
He frowned slightly. "However, too many things have happened in the past ten years or so. A person's essence may not change, but his mentality will definitely change accordingly."
From a former Death Eaters despised by everyone to the now respected Principal Durmstrang, Karkaroff may well have had the courage to confront Voldemort.
Moody's analysis reminded Vincent of an equally legendary Austria judge whose book, "Criminal Psychology," is a foundational work of modern criminology, explaining crime in society from a psychological perspective.
Thinking from the perspective of a dark wizard can indeed help you figure out their purpose more quickly.
Perhaps this is why legendary Auror become paranoid; many actors have suffered from long-term depression because they became too immersed in their roles.
Everyone agreed with Moody's analysis. It was too early to figure out Karkaroff's background at this stage, but the First Task of the Triwizard Tournament was next month, so it was necessary to keep a close watch on him as a precaution.
And this important task can only be accomplished by Moody's.
One big rock fell, and another one followed.
Dumbledore turned to look at the table with a smile.
Vincent put down his cup, trying to appear calm. "Um... it's getting late, I should go back to sleep."
"Hmph—" Snape sneered, "Go back to sleep first, and then come out to do bad things later, is that it?"
This bedtime drink is something else!
Vincent rolled his eyes at Snape beside him, then met Dumbledore blue eyes. "Professor, your Champion training program shouldn't have anything to do with me, right?"
Dumbledore nodded and then shook his head. "Vincent, I heard you recently started a new training program? Seriously, Mr. Longbottom's transformation is nothing short of miraculous!"
Moody gave Vincent an approving look. "Neville is actually a very promising kid. Thank you for helping him find his confidence."
Neville was Prophecy to be the Chosen One alongside Harry, so his talents in various aspects must have been exceptional.
However, Voldemort's chosen nemesis was not him, but Harry was also of Half-blood.
Having said all that, Vincent finally understood what old bastard Deng was really planning.
Harry's reasoning and crisis management skills cannot be developed quickly, but his magical abilities can be personally guided by Sirius Black and the professors.
The only things Vincent can help with are physical fitness and combat skills.
Dumbledore expressed his thoughts. "The Triwizard Tournament is full of unknown dangers. Harry and Draco are only 14 years old after all, and the gap in physical strength between them and the other two Champion is too great."
Vincent, I bet you've had a really boring school year. I was thinking of asking you to set up a separate training program for them, specifically to focus on their physical fitness. Would that be alright?
Vincent was slightly taken aback by the pleading tone.
It seems that refusing to participate in the Triwizard Tournament was the right choice; Dumbledore has stopped trying to outsmart him.
Sincerity is always a winning strategy, and Vincent was sincere in his approach, saying, "Professor, let me be clear from the start—"
As he spoke, he glanced at Snape beside him, whose eyes were filled with extreme hostility. "I am willing to mentor our two Champion, but they may not be willing to cooperate with my training methods."
Harry is a member of the Owl Court Club and wouldn't refuse more intense physical training.
Everyone looked at Snape; it was quite obvious who wasn't cooperating.
Dumbledore nodded to Vincent to indicate there was no need to worry, then slowly looked back at Snape. "Severus, you must have a way to get Draco to cooperate, right?"
Snape glared at Vincent. "Yes, Dumbledore, of course I have a way."