We Are the Champions!

No matter how the Death Eater try to wipe them out, that's not Harry's concern right now.

He said goodbye to Veratia, walked to the Goblet of Fire lying not far away, bent down, and picked up the goblet.

The sensation of his belly button returned, and Harry felt a dizzying spin again before finding himself in the center of the arena.

The moment Harry appeared with the Goblet of Fire, waves of cheers erupted from all around the arena.

Mr. Weasley couldn't help but stand up and applaud Harry vigorously.

Sirius, who was standing next to him, also stood up, pointing at Harry with both hands, looking extremely happy.

At the same time, the band began playing Harry's MVP music.

Some students put their hands to their mouths and whistled to celebrate for Harry.

The Gryffindor students cheered and rushed down from the stands to the center of the field.

The Weasley twins led the way, still holding their Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes fireworks, with Cedric, the Hufflepuff boy, beside them. He looked happier than anyone else.

Hagrid, sitting next to Madame Maxime, was also applauding Harry, shouting, "I knew you could do it! Harry! The Blast-Ended Skrewt didn't stop you! Well done!"

Harry raised the Goblet of Fire high, canceling the Portkey spell on it, and displayed his love for the area in a 360-degree-plus-degree arc.

The cheers grew even louder, and by this time, the Gryffindor students had rushed to the center of the field.

Behind the Weasley twins followed war correspondent Colin Creevey with his camera, who tried to squeeze through the Twins but unfortunately failed.

However, the Twins quickly noticed the younger boy's embarrassment. They exchanged a glance, turned around, and each put one leg on his shoulder.

"That's it, war correspondent!" Fred shouted. "You should have stood higher to capture Harry's heroic figure—the Triwizard Tournament champion! A hero from Gryffindor! Your name will be etched in Hogwarts history!"

"Looks like he'll get another Special Contribution Award for the school!" George didn't hold back his praise. "Quick, take a few more pictures, Colin. After you're done, remember to take some photos of us with this hero of heroes. I need to send them to my son!"

Ron had already rushed to Harry's side, grabbing his arm. He, Seamus, and Neville exchanged a glance and burst into laughter.

They reached out and lifted Harry up, raising him high into the air.

"Come on, Malfoy!" Ron called back.

At this moment, Draco completely forgot about showing Ron the Venom. He excitedly walked over and grabbed Harry's arm.

"Crabbe! Goyle!" Draco called back to his two henchmen, "Come with me—we can get Harry..."

Potter doesn't get many chances to be thrown into the air—.

Upon hearing this, everyone around them lit up, but Crabbe and Goyle remained unmoved, slowly shuffling towards them.

What does it matter if there's a chance to throw Harry Potter around, or if there are cakes and cookies?

Hmm, will there be a victory celebration later? Mr. Potter won the Triwizard Tournament, so theoretically, Hogwarts, as the host, should definitely hold a grand victory celebration banquet, right? They definitely will, won't they?

Thinking about it this way, Crabbe and Goyle realized that it wasn't entirely impossible for them to join in the celebration—for the brave warrior who had enabled Hogwarts to host a victory celebration!

Salute!

"Come on!" Draco turned around and glanced at his two dawdling henchmen. "Hey— Blaise, Theodore!"

"You two, come here! Hurry up!"

The people he was calling for were Blaise Zabini and Theodore Nott. The two were originally a staunch Death Eater family, but as Voldemort lost power and Harry rose to prominence, they gradually lost their loyalty to Voldemort.

Pure-blood families, like some other families, are extremely skilled at playing the game of subjugating the Qing with the righteous and subjugating the Qing with the righteous.

What's that saying again? There are no thousand-year-old Dark Lord, but there are thousand-year-old Pure-blood families.

Hearing Draco's call, the two Slytherin students rushed over, eager to get acquainted with Harry.

They certainly knew about Voldemort's plan; their families had discussed it with them, but had instructed them not to leak any information.

If Harry doesn't come back, then we'll choose to follow Voldemort —but if Harry does come back, then we'll have to reassess Voldemort's worth.

You, two Dark Lord, with so many Death Eater following you, couldn't even take down a fourth-year student. Dozens of people fought against one and you were killed. Are you still Dark Lord?

Stop being Dark Lord, go home!

Harry was lifted up by the crowd, still clutching the Goblet of Fire in his hand.

"You all have to catch me!" he shouted. "You all have to catch me!"

He wasn't afraid of being thrown off, after all, he could still cast Wandless Magic— just to liven things up.

"Don't worry, Harry!" everyone shouted. "We'll definitely catch you! Here you go!"

Harry felt a sudden loss of balance as his classmates tossed him high into the air, then caught him again and lifted him into the air once more.

"What a vibrant youth!"

Professor McGonagall clapped and shook her head from the stands, but her face was kind.

"Who says otherwise?" Professor Flitwick clapped and laughed. "This feeling isn't bad at all, Minerva— I have a feeling Harry will become the greatest wizard of the next century!"

"Yes," Professor Sprout nodded, not forgetting to annoy Snape again, "What do you think, Severus?"

The only response she received was a hum.

Professor Sprout and Professor Flitwick exchanged a glance and then burst into laughter.

After a while of commotion, seeing Dumbledore and Veratia return to the field, Mr. Bagman knew the time had come. He cleared his throat,

I cast a Charms on myself to amplify my voice.

"Alright, students, please return to your seats in an orderly fashion. After all, we still need to announce the final champion of the Triwizard Tournament, don't we?"

"Oh, oh, oh, oh!" The students hurriedly put Harry down and returned to their seats.

Their faces were flushed with excitement as they chattered excitedly with the students around them about the winner of the Triwizard Tournament.

This is a once-in-a-century event! To witness such a grand occasion, and to see the champion belong to Hogwarts...

This will definitely be something they talk about for the rest of their lives.

Even the seventh-year students were the same. Although they could have graduated long ago, they chose to stay at Hogwarts to witness the final project and watch the award ceremony for Harry.

Harry grabbed the trophy and looked up at the High Table seats.

Dumbledore was applauding him, as was Veratia, and Karkaroff, who was not far away, finally stopped looking at him with a bitter and resentful gaze and started applauding him happily.

What happened?

Harry was a little surprised. Hadn't Karkaroff always disliked him? Why was he clapping for him and acting so happy?

This isn't magic!

What he didn't know was that before this, Karkaroff had been troubled by the sudden onset of the Dark Mark, the excruciating feeling of which caused him great pain.

He had held on until now, but shortly after Viktor returned, this feeling suddenly disappeared. As Death Eater, Karkaroff knew all too well what this meant.

It must be that this Hogwarts student dealt with Voldemort, this root of trouble, once again—even if he wasn't completely eradicated, he was severely weakened. Otherwise, the Dark Mark wouldn't have stopped causing trouble so easily.

Therefore, based on this principle, Karkaroff would also genuinely applaud the Hogwarts Champion.

Not for any other reason than that he helped me eliminate such a huge threat!

"Well, at this exciting moment, the Triwizard Tournament has come to a perfect end," Mr. Bagman said emotionally, standing beside the High Table. "We are overjoyed to welcome the ultimate winner of the Triwizard Tournament —he has passed the trials of the Fire Dragon and the Merpeople, and finally, surrounded by numerous traps, he has passed the final trial of the maze. Let us congratulate him, let us shout his name aloud, his name is One!"

"Harry Potter!" A deafening roar echoed throughout the venue. "Harry Potter! Harry Potter!"

The noise grew louder and louder until Mr. Bagman had to call a halt in time.

"So, let us congratulate the ultimate champion of this Triwizard Tournament — Harry Potter, the Hogwarts Champion..."

Potter!

As Mr. Bagman's voice fell, clusters of trailing flames rose from all directions of the venue. They ascended into the air and exploded with a bang, scattering into a sky full of firework flowers!

Phoebe and Viktor sat there, looking at Harry with envy, surrounded by the sounds of cheers and fireworks.

(Sound of fireworks)

After the cheers subsided, it was time for the awards ceremony.

"Let us welcome our special guest for this Triwizard Tournament, one of the most outstanding graduates in the history of Hogwarts..."

Minister of Greater German Ministry of Magic, Verathea Elizabeth Amaryllis Ms. Grindelwald, presents the awards to the champions of this Triwizard Tournament!

As Mr. Bagman spoke, he stepped aside and gestured to Ms. Grindelwald was seated in the High Table.

Yes, after becoming Minister for Magic, Veratia's title automatically upgraded to "Maid" and was no longer that of a slightly naive young lady.

"Do we really need so many people for an awards ceremony?" Cassandra sat there, clapping as she tilted her head and complained to Pabbie.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah!" Pabbie kept twitching her nose, her hands constantly picking at her fingernails.

The sour smell almost filled the entire competition venue.

Veratia stood up, bowed slightly to everyone, and then accepted the commemorative trophy symbolizing her participation in the Triwizard Tournament from a pretty girl next to Mr. Bagman.

The trophy was a one-to-one replica of the Goblet of Fire, and it felt quite heavy in my hand; it must have been made of some kind of precious metal.

Anyway, it's not gold wrapped in silver.

She took the trophy and walked up to Harry.

"Harry," Veratia smiled sweetly, handing the trophy to Harry with both hands, "Congratulations on becoming the champion of this year's Triwizard Tournament!"

"Thank you," Harry said with a smile, then asked, "Are you just going to give me this trophy as a celebration?"

"Of course you'll get your share." Veratia gave him a flirtatious glare, "But not now—be careful Cassandra sees what I do to you, she'll be so angry her boobs will explode—oh, no, she doesn't have boobs, and they won't explode."

"At a time like this, why haven't you forgotten to give it to her?" Harry asked with a chuckle. Veratia was always so childish when she met Cassandra.

"Who told her to give me Canary Cream Biscuit?" Veratia snorted. "I haven't forgotten that—well, are you just going to let me hold it up like this?"

"Oh." Harry then accepted the trophy.

At the same time, fireworks rose again and exploded in the sky, making the couple appear even more romantic.

"I shouldn't be here," Cassandra said, pouting. "I feel like I should be under the Thestral carriage, watching them being so lovey-dovey!"

"Come on," Pabbie said, clapping her hands. "We should be happy, don't you think?"

"Let us congratulate him once again!" Mr. Bagman's voice rang out again, "Congratulations to Harry Potter, the champion of this year's Triwizard Tournament!"

Cheers erupted in waves, and when everyone's voices were tired from shouting, Mr. Bagman announced again, "To celebrate the successful conclusion of this year's Triwizard Tournament, Hogwarts has prepared a grand banquet for everyone. Please leave in an orderly manner and return to the Great Hall of Hogwarts. Rest assured, Hogwarts has made ample preparations this time, and the Great Hall has been temporarily expanded to accommodate everyone's dining together. Of course, this is also thanks to the efforts of our House Elf Hogwarts. Well then, I declare this year's Triwizard Tournament officially over. Please leave!"

Amid cheers and commotion, the audience descended from the stands and headed towards the Great Hall of Hogwarts.

Harry was the same; Ron and Hermione were with him, both of them excitedly asking him what he had encountered in the maze.

"I encountered a lot," Harry said. "There was Hagrid's Blast-Ended Skrewt, and a Sphinx that made a cameo appearance—oh, and Viktor was captured by a Giant Spider and trapped in a cocoon. When I rescued him, I was thinking, thank goodness Ron didn't participate in the competition, otherwise this Giant Spider would have caused him a lot of psychological trauma."

"You're right, buddy!" Ron couldn't stand the thought. "Giant Spider, and it trapped Viktor in its cocoon. Hopefully, the poor guy won't develop any spider phobia!"