Hogwarts' Champion

This is a boy who looks very unremarkable.

Black hair, brown eyes.

Her facial features can only be described as decent, but they're so unremarkable that they're easily forgotten.

However, the students in Castelobruxo seemed very supportive.

On the stage, their principal, Nephinci Valkanova, with her world-weary face, also squinted her long, narrow phoenix eyes with delight.

Needless to say, the dark-skinned Dumbledore stood up and applauded excitedly.

The students of Hogwarts were at a standstill over the name.

However, some are still captivated by the allure of the Phoebe.

Ron was one of them.

At the Ravenclaw table. Harry suddenly turned to Ron.

"Zacharias," he said.

"What's wrong with you?" Ron said. "Are you still confused about Phoebe?"

Harry rolled his eyes, quickly gesturing to reassure Ginny before saying, "No— Zacharias — Zacharias of Hufflepuff. He'd be furious if he hadn't passed out. Didn't you hear me?"

Hufflepuff Ilvas.

The boy's name comes from the Founders of his school and Hufflepuff.

Ron then came to his senses, "There are still people named Hufflepuff in this day and age."

Ron smacked his lips.

This custom did exist during the three hundred years following the deaths of the Four Founders.

But even now, the most fervent admirers of the Four Founders would not name their own children that way.

Because it's outdated.

But Ron noticed that the guy walked towards the room behind the faculty desk with an unhurried demeanor.

They seemed completely oblivious to how ridiculous their current name was.

Lisa Turpin and Padma, who were standing nearby, had tears welling up in their eyes.

"How touching."

"The friendship between Hufflepuff and Ilvas."

"Having endured for a thousand years."

"It continues unabated."

Ron, however, was a little confused. "What are you talking about?"

Lisa shook her head and remained silent.

But Padma stood up and began to sing a song with a distinctly curry flavor. "In the beginning was Ilvas, and the kind Hufflepuff was his friend."

"Ah, the Sorting Hat song." Ron finally nodded.

The Hufflepuff table clearly made the same connection.

They all stood up, eager to get a closer look at the Champion from Castelobruxo.

The Gryffindor table, usually the liveliest, was unusually quiet just now.

They all craned their necks, looking at Dumbledore.

We look forward to the next Champion, the Champion who belongs to Hogwarts.

The same goes for Slytherin.

They even looked down on it.

Of the Four Founders, they only acknowledge the Wisdom superior Ravenclaw and Slytherin, whose house names represent them.

As for Gryffindor —they're all brutes!

Hufflepuff —idiot!

Why should they care about the descendant of a wizard who is related to an idiot?

As for the surname 'Ilvas', it comes from the Founders of Castelobruxo.

They didn't care about any of it.

Hogwarts is the most powerful magic school in the world.

Even Dumbledore, whom they considered an enemy, led the corrupt Hogwarts in the same way.

The Durmstrang students at the table next to the Slytherin looked listless.

Meanwhile, the students in the far corner of Beauxbatons also showed no interest in the Champion from the other houses.

Especially since he's not exactly good-looking.

However, they were better at, or more willing to, putting on an act than the Durmstrang, Slytherin, and Gryffindor students. A soft clapping followed.

Until Hufflepuff Ilvas walked into the room behind the teacher's desk.

The Great Hall returned to silence.

Almost all the students at Hogwarts turned to look at Dumbledore.

These are the last Champion, and they belong to them alone.

The flame in the goblet turned red again.

Mars crackled and popped as they flew out. A long tongue of fire suddenly shot into the air, carrying a piece of parchment on top of it.

Dumbledore expertly grasped the parchment.

A confident smile spread across his face. "The Champion of Hogwarts is our thirteen-year-old Harry Potter."

Snape gave an awkward smile at the faculty desk.

Professor Flitwick excitedly slid off the cushions and disappeared from sight.

Hagrid, with his back to Madame Maxime, secretly wiped away tears of emotion.

"I knew it!" Ron exclaimed again, repeating his catchphrase.

Ginny threw herself at Harry.

Neville, Anthony, and Harry's other roommates gathered around.

Other Ravenclaw students in the same year as Harry recounted how hard Harry worked, carrying them to and from school all day to avoid Peeves attacks.

Wayne was short, fat, and wore thick glasses, once read "The Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them" in the lounge and actually cried.

Harry's Quidditch teammates, Roger, Cho Chang, Henry, Phoenix, and others, all stood up and chanted the full name of Harry and Ravenclaw Quidditch Team over and over again.

Dean, Seamus, and others who usually chatted with Harry started banging on the table.

It seemed that whoever slammed their fist on the table the loudest was the one who liked Harry more.

Fred and George, pulling Percy to the center of the Ravenclaw and Gryffindor tables, shouted, "This is the Weasley family's son-in-law! Our sister Ginny's fiancé!"

At Hufflepuff's table, Dudley, using his prestige within his own house, led the way in waving his fist in support of Harry, shouting, "He's my cousin! Dursley family Champion!"

Most of the Slytherin students applauded reservedly.

But the blush on their faces still revealed their joy.

They have always admired the strong, and the Champion are not in the situation of Gryffindor, their enemy school.

Even the most disliked Slytherin students didn't hesitate to offer Harry their limited support—applause.

Draco then stood up on the table and exclaimed, "Harry, you're the best!"

Behind him, Crabbe and Goyle stood like two gatekeepers, clapping and glaring at any student who dared to show dissatisfaction with Draco's behavior.

Beside him, Pansy, with an awkward smile, clapped enthusiastically.

The students from the other three houses also applauded because of Harry's worldwide fame.

In short, the cheers in the entire Great Hall were deafening.

Every Hogwarts student was jumping up and down, screaming and stomping their feet.

After breaking free from the welcoming crowd of acquaintances, Harry gently pushed Ginny away.

He walked through the crowd of people trying to shake his hand and into the room behind the faculty desk.

Even after he disappeared from everyone's sight, the cheers for Harry continued for a long time.

It took Dumbledore to quiet everyone down and get them to listen to him.

"Excellent!" Dumbledore exclaimed cheerfully as the commotion finally subsided. "Well done, now our four Champion have been chosen."

I know I can completely trust all of you, including Beauxbatons, Durmstrang, Castelobruxo and the other students, and I know you will all give your all to support your Champion.

"I'm sure you'll give us another great performance in the upcoming team competition."