Heir?

Wizards from various countries exchanged shocked looks in the audience seats, and the whispering voices spread across the stands like ripples. "Damn it! Can that be a Fire Charm?" "It must be a trick by these British wizards. They deliberately hid their strength in the first two rounds, just waiting for the final fatal blow!" "Whether we can win depends on luck... Maybe our champion will reach the Triwizard Cup first. We can't admit defeat now!" "That boy is only fourteen years old... This kind of level..." "One hundred Galleons—I bet he is an apprentice secretly cultivated by Dumbledore. You know, not the usual school mentor-student relationship, but the ancient mentor inheritance, the kind taught carefully one-on-one..." On the edge of the stands, a middle-aged wizard who had originally been smiling and looking leisurely heard the discussion among the crowd, slowly put away his smile, and let out a cold snort from his nostrils. "Sir." The wizard sitting beside him leaned closer, revealing Drayne's frowning face beneath his cloak: "Will this make people guess... his relationship with us?" The middle-aged wizard sneered, "Let them guess. I'd like to see, once they've guessed... what can they do?" The sunlight shone on his well-defined profile, casting a bizarre shadow. Antoine on the other side chuckled softly: "I actually think that when the truth is shocking enough, people will invent more reasonable lies on their own to explain it." "Otherwise..." His gaze shifted, and his voice carried a rich, smiling amusement: "They have to wonder if the greatest Dark Wizard and White Wizard of the present age are joining hands once again after a century..." Hearing him speak so flippantly and audaciously, Drayne's eyes widened in shock, and his expression looked quite naive. He cast a stealthy glance at the middle-aged wizard, only