Dumbledore's conversation with Headmaster Kamba brought Ludo Bagman back to his senses as well. "Merlin's beard! Merlin's beard!"
"What else can I even say? Lovegood split the Black Lake in two! He actually split the Black Lake in two! It's simply..."
Ludo Bagman's voice caught as he swallowed the words "a second Dumbledore."
No matter what, he had once been a professional Quidditch player—a star Beater, at that.
At least in his view, the goal he had striven for, the acclaim he had wanted, was for people to shout his name when they cheered.
Not for his supporters to praise him by calling him "the second so-and-so."
He looked back at the screen. On it, Wizet stood bathed in sunlight, its rays casting a gentle glow around his silhouette.
Ludo Bagman tore his attention away from the screen, swallowed, and shouted, "I'm finding it hard to put into words what I want to say right now!"
"But I know one thing very clearly... After today's trial, everyone here... will definitely remember the name Wizet Lovegood!"
As Ludo Bagman's words fell, the stands along the lakeshore erupted. Thunderous cheers rang out, all calling Wizet's name.
As a devoted fan of Wizard Vede and the Magical World, Terry Boot clenched both fists, his expression incomparably excited. "He split the Black Lake straight down the middle!"
"The Black Lake! This is the Black Lake! Even in those comics, they wouldn't dare draw something like this! Is this really something a wizard can do?"
"I can't believe it actually happened! I have to submit this! They have to draw it into Wizard Vede and the Magical World!"
"All I can say is that Wizard Vede and the Magical World doesn't have enough imagination!" Anthony Goldstein was equally excited. "Wizards really can do things