A Farce

What followed was rather uninteresting, at least for Ryan.

Since the spokesperson was still Dumbledore.

The prop is the same as in the original timeline: the Triwizard Tournament.

This led to Dumbledore saying almost exactly what was said in the novel.

The only difference is that today is not Halloween.

The floating candle is not inside the pumpkin.

However, Dumbledore's methods of causing trouble are still largely the same as in the original timeline.

By extinguishing the candles floating in the sky, they drew everyone's attention to the Triwizard Tournament —the only source of light.

Then, when the Triwizard Tournament spews out the parchment, which is the list of selected Champion, the flames will change from blue-white to red.

It will also produce crackling Mars.

These actions seemed boring to Ryan.

But for children who are still experiencing the magical world of the 20th century, it is undoubtedly a great advantage.

Those professors could also see the formation and operation of the contract from this set of operations that were as Spark and lightning.

The fresh contract slowly took shape in the rough wooden goblet, amidst Mars of electricity, as the charred parchment flew out.

And so, the whole process was completed.

Almost everyone in the Great Hall held their breath.

The professors at the faculty desk and the other three school desks at the front left door were the same.

At that moment, Dumbledore, by the light of the fire, called out the name, "Viktor Krum, the Champion of Durmstrang."

Embarrassingly, however, the applause that followed Dumbledore's words mostly came from Hogwarts.

Ron — Krum's biggest fan, and a suitor whom everyone else avoids like the Krum.

Just like in the original timeline, they began to cheer loudly.

"I knew it! Who else could it be?"

However, Durmstrang's table was very quiet.

Faced with the gazes of those around them, they all lowered their heads and looked at the table, remaining silent.

Karkaroff on stage simply coughed awkwardly.

The eyes lost focus.

It was as if the chosen Champion weren't students at their school.

Dumbledore, watching this, also clapped, "Let's welcome Krum."

"Come on up, child."

The other professors on the stage also applauded.

Karkaroff could only give a perfunctory, brief clasp of his hands.

Krum rose from Durmstrang's table, glanced gratefully at Dumbledore, and then walked solemnly toward Dumbledore.

He then turned right, walked along the faculty desk, and went through that door into the next room.

The applause and conversations gradually subsided.

Now everyone's attention is focused on the wine glass again, and a few seconds later, the flame turns red again.

The second parchment, propelled by the flames, leaped out of the cup. "The Champion of Beauxbatons," said Dumbledore, "Is Phoebe Delacour!"

Time stopped.

Madame Maxime's smile on the stage froze.

The students around them, who were pondering Phoebe was, stopped their furrowed brows at the moment they gathered together.

Penelope and Kate, Hermione and Luna, these witches who possess the bodily fluids of the current God of Time, suddenly found their consciousness trapped in Mind Games.

And it will be extended indefinitely.

So that they wouldn't notice this magnificent and wondrous scene.

Phoebe stuck out her tongue and awkwardly stood up from the Ravenclaw table next to Ryan.

Phoebe coughed lightly, "I still voted."

You know, Gabrielle is supposed to come this month, right?

She's really looking forward to me representing Beauxbatons as Champion in the Triwizard Tournament.

"Then don't sit at this table."

After everyone realizes you're there, they find you sitting at the Ravenclaw table.

"That's all—" Ryan shook his head helplessly.

He waved his hand, Phoebe sat back down at Beauxbatons' table.

Those students or professors in the Great Hall who had noticed her sitting there also had the memory of Phoebe sitting there the whole time.

Time resumed its flow.

Phoebe winked secretly at Ryan, then tossed her shimmering silver hair, which seemed to be constantly being blown by the wind, giving it a flowing quality.

She stood up lightly and gracefully.

This also drew the sound of countless witches grinding their teeth inside the Great Hall.

At Beauxbatons' table, even two girls broke down in tears.

He buried his head in his arms.

Kate couldn't help but complain, "Damn Phlegm (a pun on the English name of Phoebe)."

I should have just voted with Penelope.

"Don't let her steal the spotlight."

Even Hermione, who was initially uninterested in the Triwizard Tournament, made a sarcastic remark, "Oh, look, they're all so disappointed."

Luna simply stared straight at Ryan beside her.

She felt like she had just been in a daze.

This has to do with Ryan.

However, in contrast...

It was the excited banging and whistling of countless male wizards inside the Great Hall.

Zacharias of Hufflepuff stood up and whistled, "Behold me—the great descendant of the Hufflepuff! I am—"

However, before he could finish speaking, his eyes rolled back, and he collapsed to the ground, convulsing.

The students around him stood up and kept their distance from him.

Hufflepuff's Prefect Gabrielle Truman and Dean Professor Sprout were about to stand up.

It was created by a giant, sliding bat— Snape.

He walked nimbly, as if gliding through the Great Hall, to Zacharias' side.

Surprisingly, Snape used the Sonorus on himself.

He pointed his wand at his throat, examined himself for a moment, and said, "I just got too excited and fainted."

The side effect of excessive consumption of Murtlap is hyperplasia.

"A rare side effect. Very few people can be so—" Snape spat in disgust, "So excited."

Snape made no attempt to conceal, and even quite obviously glanced at Zacharias's lower body.

Then he waved his wand and carried him away from the Great Hall, where he was now floating.

This surprised Harry a little.

I started to wonder if Zacharias had offended Professor Snape during his time in confinement.

In this way, Zacharias has practically lost the right to choose a partner.

Ryan simply smiled at this, keeping his achievements hidden.

The other male students were not at all attracted by Zacharias's performance.

Ron, who was standing next to Harry, is a good example of this.

He slammed his fist on the table frantically, "It's her, it's her Harry! Phoebe —what a beautiful name."

He ignored the death stare emanating from Lavender at the Gryffindor table next to him.

Harry, like his good friend Ron, frantically explained to Ginny that he and Ron were not on the same side.

Poor kid, he was just wondering if there was someone behind Zacharias's collapse.

Now, however, he has to explain to his girlfriend.

As he was explaining to Luna, Ryan, who had been in a daze, gave an evil smile.

The Hogwarts professors on the stage gave an awkward smile.

They were all relieved that the path to the room behind Beauxbatons's desk wasn't long.

As Phoebe entered that room.

The Great Hall returned to silence.

Now it's the turn of the Champion of Castelobruxo...

At this moment, the Triwizard Tournament turned red again, Mars flew, and flames shot high into the air. Dumbledore pulled the third parchment from the tip of the flames.

"The Champion of Castelobruxo," he cried out, "Is Hufflepuff Ilvas!"