Now you say it... how can it be so credible!

Even though the gold cup had been sitting at home for a whole day, Xenophilius Lovegood still felt as though he were dreaming.

He raised his head to gaze at the resplendent golden trophy. "All-England Wizarding Duelling Tournament... Duelling Champion..."

Two dragon carvings stood on either side of the cup, their long necks and snouts pressed against their bellies, forming what could be regarded as handles.

Upon the backs of the two dragon statues rested a beautifully curved golden cup, bearing the inscription: Presented to the Duelling Champion of the Seventy-Seventh All-England Wizarding Duelling Tournament.

"Hiss!" This was the first time he had seen a freshly awarded Duelling Champion's trophy from such close range. Having held his head tilted up for too long, even a slight turn of his neck sent sharp pain through it.

"No..." Xenophilius rubbed his neck, then turned to look at Wizet, who was seated at the dining table. "How did you suddenly bring home a gold cup?"

"Dad, did you forget?" Luna set her cup of floral tea onto its saucer. "Wizet gave you a ticket last time too. That was a ticket for the All-England Wizarding Duelling Tournament."

"I thought it was just for watching the matches... Maybe it was another one of Wizet's friends..." Xenophilius sat down as well. "Like those tickets to the Quidditch World Cup final..."

He always felt that Wizet possessed some quality even more magical than his precious daughter's—something that allowed him to keep stumbling upon all kinds of good fortune.

For instance, after they had taken that trip to Sweden and returned, Xenophilius had used his connection with Wizet to open up a small overseas market, which was still expanding.

Then there was Clotilde Bagshot, the owner of Flourish and Blotts, who was also connected to Wizet. Through