Special training?
Zhang Xiao looked in surprise at the Lady's Glove floating in the air.
Did Glove Lady really feel such a strong sense of belonging and pride in her school?
But he wasn't competing on behalf of Hogwarts. He had to make that clear.
He hated deception more than anything.
"Madam, there's something I need to explain first..."
Zhang Xiao gave her a rough account of the circumstances.
"Are you competing alone?"
"Yes."
"And the other schools have six people each?"
"That's right."
Glove Lady fell silent for a moment, then suddenly perked up.
"Then Hogwarts still has hope! Who do you think is most likely to compete?"
What did she mean, Hogwarts still had hope?
Did she think that little of him?
Not to brag, but in the entire school, only his friends in the Club, whose abilities had improved dramatically after training with him for three years, could give him a fight.
And even then, they would have to team up!
So she wanted Cedric, Harry, Malfoy, Ron, Hermione, and Neville to form a team?
How could that possibly...
His smile vanished. Zhang Xiao drew a breath. It seemed... that wasn't impossible!
Thanks to him, the young witches and wizards in the Club got along well. They also knew he would be representing the East.
What was stopping those six from joining forces?
Danger!!
"Madam, I'm not sure yet."
Zhang Xiao frowned, imagining what would happen if those people really teamed up...
"I'll go back and check. If things are really as I suspect, then it has to be them!"
"What? Draco, you really formed a team?"
Looking at Malfoy's smug expression, Zhang Xiao's mouth nearly fell open in shock.
"Draco, don't you always say you hate Potter and Weasley most? Why would you agree to