Klein had never imagined that Cedric, despite looking so honest, would try to outmaneuver him!
"You!"
He looked at Cedric, his eyes full of deep "disappointment."
But the Vice President was grinning from ear to ear.
"President, this is a wonderful opportunity for our Mutual Aid Society to step beyond Hogwarts and reach out to magical schools across Europe. How could we do it without you?"
Faced with that earnest look, Klein was speechless for a long moment.
Since when had the reputation of the "cram school" gotten so good?
Could it be
the charm of the legendary Eastern education system?
"Klein, this Grand Ceremony wouldn't be the same without you. You're our school's trump card.
"What I mean is, we'd all accept someone like Cedric representing the school, but somehow it just wouldn't feel quite right.
"You're different.
"I'm sure everyone from the other Houses—except Slytherin—feels the same way."
Albus Dumbledore and Klein Grindelwald: two names renowned throughout Europe.
Having a King's Bomb in hand and not being able to use it was unbearably frustrating.
Draco and the others were delighted.
Some of the girls had even started discussing making banners and badges to cheer him on.
"Wait, don't get too excited yet. Who knows who the Goblet of Fire will choose!"
Klein waved his hands, mercilessly dousing the excited Slytherin students' enthusiasm.
The Goblet of Fire was an ancient magical object with a degree of discernment and self-awareness. Without outside interference from magic or other forces, its choice should be random.
He refused to believe that, out of so many people, the Goblet would choose him of all people!
"Don't worry about that. If the Goblet of Fire is really as discerning as the legends say, it won't choose anyone but you."
Draco was extremely confident.
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