Over a million wizards around the world stared blankly at the projections before them.
Whether at the venue or in bustling taverns, everyone had fallen into an indescribable daze of shock.
What a scene it was.
The dark seabed, the vast ruins of a city, and a boy suspended in the water, glowing with faint golden light.
And before him, a colossus that had lost its power source and fallen to its knees.
It was like one of those legendary scenes from an epic. Simply looking at it quickened their breathing and sent tingles across their scalps. Their mouths hung open, as though something was surging within their hearts, ready to burst forth.
Ludo Bagman's mouth kept opening and closing. His instincts as a commentator urged him to say something, but the emotions within him told him to keep quiet, say nothing, and simply appreciate the sight in silence.
Only after a long while did his commentator's instincts win out. His voice was soft, almost a whisper, but magic still carried it across the venue and into every spectator's ears:
"Ladies and gentlemen... I don't think I will ever forget this sight."
As though agreeing with him, reporters from every media outlet raised their cameras and frantically photographed the screen, heedless of the expensive Developing Potion. The dazzling flashes of their old-fashioned cameras sent out thick clouds of smoke, accompanied by muffled pops.
Ludo's voice gradually grew louder:
"I don't know whether there will ever be another young wizard like Zhang, who brings us endless surprises, but I, at least, will always remember what happened this winter, at the first Super Goblet of Fire tournament.
"The awe he inspired in us, and the heights he showed us a young wizard could reach."
Scattered applause broke out at the venue. At