A live demonstration?
How was he supposed to demonstrate it?
Find a block of cheese and slice it?
Three dark lines appeared above Dumbledore's head.
But Klein took that as a yes and turned to face the audience.
However, he didn't say anything. Instead, he gave Draco a few instructions.
Draco looked up in surprise.
"Go on. Tell them I asked for their help, and be sure to mention that 'Headmaster Dumbledore approved.'"
Klein blinked and spoke with an air of mystery.
"You really know how to do this?"
Draco hesitated, unsure whether to say more.
"I guarantee you'll be satisfied!"
Klein was very confident about this.
"All right. I'll go now."
Reassured, Draco chose to trust Klein. With everyone watching, he jogged all the way toward Hogwarts Castle.
"Player Klein, what are you going to do?"
Bagman was baffled. After holding back for a while, he finally asked the question everyone in the audience most wanted answered.
"Cook."
Klein didn't keep them guessing. He openly admitted it.
Cook?
He might as well not have said anything. The more they heard, the more confused they became.
Wasn't this the Triwizard Tournament? Not Who is the God of Cooking?
Why on earth was he cooking?
"Klein, what exactly are you trying to do?"
It wasn't just Bagman and the audience who were confused. Even Dumbledore, who knew Klein inside and out, didn't quite understand.
He pushed up his half-moon spectacles and asked in a low voice.
"I already told you. I'm going to cook. Or, you could say I'm demonstrating the true purpose of magic."
Meeting Dumbledore's gaze, Klein remained calm and composed.
The true purpose of magic?
Did he mean the magic he'd just used?
Was that boy, Draco, really going to bring back a block of cheese?
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