After Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall hurried away, Madam Pomfrey firmly ushered everyone else out of the Hospital Wing to ensure some peace and quiet. Jerry was moved into the adjoining ward.
Hermione and Pheobe followed him into the ward.
Inside, Cedric lay quietly in bed while Cho Chang sat beside him, chatting with him. His parents were also at his bedside, their faces full of anguish as they looked at their injured son.
"Jerry? Is he all right?" Cedric asked with concern when he saw the unconscious Jerry.
"He's fine. He's out of danger now," Hermione answered softly.
"Who was that man standing by the window earlier? Why have I never seen him at Hogwarts?" Pheobe whispered to Hermione beside Jerry's bed.
"I've only met him once before, too. From what Jerry said, I think he's also his grandfather!" Hermione gently pulled the blanket up over Jerry's chest.
"His grandfather?" Pheobe was puzzled. Could he be Dumbledore's brother? But they looked nothing alike.
Dumbledore hurried to the Triwizard Tournament maze, where Ludo Bagman was excitedly celebrating Harry's victory in the commentary booth. He trembled uncontrollably with delight, his round face flushed crimson.
No more pretending. Time to lay my cards on the table. I've got all the bloody Galleons I could want now!
From now on, I'm only buying gold Firebolts, studded with gems. Anything else would be uncomfortable to ride!
If those damned debt-collecting house-elves come after me again, I'll bury them in Galleons. Just thinking about it feels bloody fantastic!
As Ludo Bagman danced around in the commentary booth, a barrage of curses rose from the nearby spectator stands.
"Rigged! Fuck you, Bagman! Son of a bitch!"
"Bagman, you'd better watch your arse when you go to sleep tonight!"
Some spectators even hurled the things they had