Blessed by fate, adored by all.
In the eyes of outsiders, Klein Grindelwald seemed to have everything.
But Klein himself said he was just an ordinary fourth-year student.
Of course, that was the sort of thing you could only take with a laugh—no fourth-year student had ever had so many supporters.
"Klein, take them down! You're the real Champion!"
"Hogwarts will win! Hogwarts will win! Hogwarts will win!"
"Ah, I want to have your babies—lots and lots of them, boys and girls!"
Aside from a few strange shouts mixed in with the cheering, the overall atmosphere was quite harmonious.
The stands were packed with people. In addition to students from Hogwarts and the other two schools, many outside wizards had bought tickets to watch.
Headmaster Aberdo Hank, Old Man Newt and Madam Scamander, and Mr. and Mrs. Longbottom, whose condition had gradually stabilized—
without exception, they had all come to support "Klein Grindelwald."
"Tsk."
In the competitors' corridor, Krum felt a little jealous and sulkily covered his ears.
He kept reassuring himself: This is England, this is England.
If the competition had been held in Bulgaria...
Well, Bulgaria really was too small a place to attract this many people.
The thought made him even more jealous. He had become a full-fledged "lemon monster."
"Mm."
Unlike Krum, Pheobe was extremely nervous.
Ever since Madame Maxime had shown her the "thing" she would have to face, she hadn't slept well for a single night. She had even lost quite a bit of hair.
She felt that if the Triwizard Tournament didn't start soon, she might become the first bald Half-Veela in history!
"Get ready, children. We'll begin right on time in half an hour—
Huh? Where's Player Klein?"
Bagman, from the Department of Magical Sports and Games, was the announcer for the