Immense glory and a thousand Galleons.
The appeal of those two things combined was simply out of this world!
But signing up wasn't easy.
The magic laid down by the headmasters of the three wizarding schools was no joke. No matter how hard Draco, George, Fred, and the others tried, they couldn't get their name-bearing slips of paper into the magical cup filled with flames.
That was where a multipurpose helper came in handy.
"Bro, help me out!"
Draco gazed at Klein with "deep affection," making Klein shudder.
All the young wizards who knew him now understood that he gave in to soft persuasion, but not force.
They were one and all experts at wearing him down with sweet talk.
"Uh..."
Klein drew out the sound, but didn't answer.
"You agree?"
Draco perked up. A triumphant smile spread across his deathly pale face.
"Even though you and I are close, I refuse!
My favorite thing is saying 'NO' to people!"
Klein raised his palm, wearing an expression more serious than ever.
"Tch, you're no fun. If it were you, even if Professor McGonagall and the others saw it, they'd definitely pretend they hadn't."
Klein was a good student, after all. He had plenty of privileges.
Besides, being able to fool the spell cast by all three headmasters working together meant you were qualified to compete in the Triwizard Tournament.
Draco frowned, silently going over every spell he'd learned.
But after several attempts, he still couldn't undo the Goblet of Fire's magical protections.
With no other choice, the young master gave up and joined Crabbe and Goyle.
Such was fate.
It seemed they were destined never to become Hogwarts Champions.
"President, do you want to be Hogwarts Champion too?"
Besides Dekola and Klein, there were plenty of students from other schools