The long-awaited June 24 had finally arrived...
And so,
The Triwizard Tournament, organized by the Ministry of Magic, run by the Department of Magical Games and Sports, and coordinated by the Department of International Magical Cooperation, had finally reached its last task at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. The competition would begin soon, and its ultimate winner would soon be decided.
The champion of the Triwizard Tournament would win an unparalleled honor for themselves and their school. They would also receive a generous personal prize of a thousand Galleons. It was a victory in both prestige and profit, and under normal circumstances, no one would easily turn down such an honor.
So the four Champions were making their final preparations in what had once been the indoor Quidditch staging room. They were adjusting their condition, resting, and so on.
However, just before the Champions were due to head out to the venue for the final task—the Quidditch Pitch, transformed by the Extension Charm into an even larger space—and enter the maze formed by magically altered, towering hedges, Harry, who had recently become unpopular for all sorts of reasons, was standing there clutching a copy of the Daily Prophet, trembling with anger.
"No..."
"How could she write this? How could they?!"
Harry could hardly believe that Rita Skeeter, their guest reporter, and the Daily Prophet had actually devoted a whole large article to scolding and slandering him, Harry Potter, filling it with nonsense and as many falsehoods as possible to smear him!
"Hmm?"
"What's wrong, dear Harry?"
Hermione and Fleur had been chatting happily nearby like a pair of close friends, paying no attention to the last task and barely thinking about the little matter of winning or losing. Now, curious, they looked over at the fuming Harry, unsure what