Since it wasn't targeted at Hogwarts, the fact that the Goblet of Fire has been tampered with makes things more complicated.
Vincent sighed softly, "Beauxbatons... or Durmstrang..."
Emotionally speaking, he certainly didn't want it to be Beauxbatons.
As for Durmstrang's suspicions...
The headmaster is a former Death Eaters who treats Viktor Krum and other students in stark contrast, and the school is the only one in Europe dedicated to teaching Dark Magic.
Thinking about it this way, Karkaroff is the prime suspect.
Vincent shook his heavy head. "Aren't we being a bit nosy?"
Hermione stared at him in astonishment.
"Think about it, the Triwizard Tournament is such an important event, yet the Ministry of Magic didn't send anyone to watch the Goblet of Fire around the clock. Even if this is a school, couldn't they have Director Crouch and Director Bagman take turns guarding it?"
She knew what Vincent wanted to say.
First, the Ministry of Magic doesn't actually place much importance on the Triwizard Tournament.
Second, the officials of the Ministry of Magic are too arrogant.
Hermione pursed her lips. "We are indeed being a bit nosy, but we... we can't just sit idly by."
If the upper beam is crooked, the lower beam will be crooked too. With a minister like Fudge in charge, it would be a miracle if things were done well.
The World Cup was infiltrated by Death Eaters, and now the Triwizard Tournament has been targeted by tampering with the Goblet of Fire.
Vincent put away his wand. "Even if we make a big fuss now, that old fox Fudge will definitely pretend nothing happened."
It's just a selection process for the Champion; it's not like there was any unfair treatment during an official game.
Hermione pursed her lips tightly. "Can't we do something?"
Vincent gently placed his hand on her cheek. "There are more injustices in society than you can imagine. I know you just want to make the world a better place, but we should consider the consequences first."
He gently stroked her tightly pursed lips with his fingertips. "Looking at it from another angle, if someone without ability becomes Champion, can they really win the Triwizard Cup smoothly?"
Hermione shook her head. "But I just can't stand by and watch this injustice happen."
Vincent pinched her slightly puffed-up cheeks. "I didn't say I would stand idly by."
Dumbledore said that the Goblet of Fire would select the Champion of each school on Halloween night, which is tonight.
Then we'll know who is clearly incompetent but tries to get elected through underhanded means.
Hermione angrily slapped his hand away. "Then how do you know if the chosen Champion are actually capable?"
Vincent gently rubbed the hand she had slapped down. "Simple, just find an opportunity to test the waters."
Beauxbatons and Durmstrang brought a total of over thirty students. If they could earn the Goblet of Goblet of Fire's recognition through their own strength, they wouldn't be completely powerless.
Hermione's pouty lips bulged even more. "You'll make things even worse. A large-scale student conflict has broken out at the three major magic schools in Europe. Fudge can't cover it up no matter what he wants, can he?"
"Don't worry." Vincent put on an innocent expression. "I know what I'm doing. It won't escalate into a diplomatic incident."
Beauxbatons is manageable, but Durmstrang will definitely beat him to a pulp.
In particular, Hermione was convinced that the fate of a certain famous football star would be no less severe than that of the person who had tampered with the equipment.
The matter has been resolved; it's time to go back and rest.
Hermione watched Vincent, which seemed to want to get closer but was too afraid to.
"Okay, I wasn't really angry just now."
Vincent quickly took her little hand. "It's Saturday, how about we go for a drive outside the school?"
Hermione feigned distress, "It's so late now, isn't it a bit much to go outside—"
Before she could finish speaking, Vincent suddenly picked her up around the waist, startling her so much that she could only cling tightly to his neck with both hands.
"Put me down quickly."
"I won't let you go; you're my hostage now."
Hermione looked into his eyes with a pitiful expression. "If you don't put me down, I'm going to scream for help."
Despite her words, she didn't resist at all; in fact, she even snuggled closer to him.
Vincent grinned wickedly, "Go ahead and shout, I'll just gag you."
How to block it? By talking, of course.
"Help—uh—"
A few hours later,
The Great Hall's decorations have changed again.
Today is Halloween, and a large swarm of live bats Accio around the enchanted ceiling.
There were also hundreds of pumpkin-carved figures standing in every corner, glancing sideways at everyone.
Seamus and Dean were having breakfast while discussing the Hogwarts students aged 17 and over who might participate in the Triwizard Tournament.
"Some say that Warrington got up very early in the morning and put his name in."
"That big guy from Slytherin? The one who looks a lot like a sloth?"
"Yes, he's on their school team—" Seamus's words trailed off.
Because Beauxbatons' students, led by Madame Maxime, entered the Great Hall.
The students surrounding the Goblet of Fire stepped back to let them pass, who were lined up in neat rows.
Madame Maxime stood before the Age Line, quietly watching her students cross Age Line one by one, tossing their parchments into the blue and white flames.
Vincent and Hermione entered the Great Hall one after the other from outside the castle.
When the two entered, a Beauxbatons female student with most of her face covered by a scarf had just finished registering.
Hermione waved gently at her, then whispered to Vincent beside her, "They're registering."
Vincent waved back at her, saying, "Who knows if their parchment has their own name on it, and failing to register proves nothing."
It seems we'll only be able to find out who the Black Cloak was who tampered with the Goblet of Fire when tonight's results come out.
After registering, Phoebe came to Madame Maxime and nervously said something to the two of them.
Madame Maxime glanced at Vincent and nodded.
Soon, Phoebe walked towards the two of them.
Everyone knows that Beauxbatons has a lot of rules, but I never expected that even just coming over to say hello to a friend would require the principal's permission.
Putting himself in Vincent, he felt he absolutely couldn't stay there.
Wearing a thin silk robe, Phoebe gave the two a standard courtly morning greeting.
She slightly lifted the hem of her robe, with her right foot in front and her left foot behind, using her waist as an axis, keeping her head, neck, shoulders, and back in a straight line, and slowly leaned forward.
Good morning, my dear friend.
Vincent and Hermione followed her example and gave her a good morning greeting.
The Hogwarts students had never seen anything like this before, and they were all stunned.
If Vincent and Hermione hadn't been dressed casually, they would have thought they had traveled back to the Middle Ages.