That afternoon, the final event of the Six-Wizard Tournament would be held at Hogwarts.
And as the competition drew to a close, Harley would have an even more important event waiting for her: a huge party organized by her esteemed senior, Riddle.
But Harley was in no hurry. She was taking it easy, leisurely eating breakfast as usual.
The other Champions, however, couldn't manage that.
Krum sat with a dark expression, repeatedly cutting into the smoked beef in front of him. He didn't even notice that he had chopped it into tiny pieces.
Catherine kept mangling a boiled egg, unconsciously crushing its shell into tiny fragments.
Miguel didn't touch any of the delicious food on the table before him. Instead, he took out a packet of black, shriveled fruit and kept tossing pieces into his mouth, chewing them one after another.
Pheobe was doing much better than before. After all, she had taken part in a world-class competition once already.
On top of that, she had been tempered by the first two tasks, and Harley had given her both magical guidance and emotional support, so she was clearly in better shape.
Even so, with greater danger looming and a Champion having already died, Pheobe still seemed restless and uneasy.
Harley had to pat her on the shoulder from time to time to keep her from leaving even more fingerprints on the poor piece of bread in her hand.
After Hedwig delivered the Potion ingredients Harley had ordered from the Beyonder Apothecary Association, she only stopped for a drink of water before quickly leaving again.
Today, Hedwig—now a Sequence 6 Hypnotist with a mind and body that were both becoming more capable—had even more important tasks to attend to.
"Harley!" After breakfast, Professor McGonagall walked along the Gryffindor table and came