The game ended too quickly, which made many spectators find that Fabien was half dead.
Cassandra pouted in disdain and returned to her place after hearing Snape declare her victory.
So far, today's first round of duel competitions is all over.
Dumbledore waved his wand, lit all the candles, and the Great Hall became as bright as day.
He said to the crowd. "Thank you to several Champions for bringing us a great match. I believe you must have learned a lot from it."
Many people nodded in agreement. For many students, the quality of these duels was very high. It was many times stronger than the current family-like play in the Duelling Club.
Everyone is already looking forward to when the next round of duels will start.
Soon, Dumbledore also answered.
"The next duels will continue on the third Sunday in January. So, Champions, please enjoy your Christmas break. There are even bigger tasks waiting for your next semester."
Harry and the others also breathed a long sigh of relief.
Since being selected as Champions, they have been thinking about improving themselves daily to better cope with the tasks.
This time they have more than a month to relax completely.
Finally, Dumbledore also emphasized the holding of the Yule Ball and announced the dissolution.
Karkaroff got up first and walked out of the Great Hall with everyone from Durmstrang without saying a word.
Durmstrang lost both duels today.
The other little wizards also left the Great Hall one after another. They discussed today's duel, and the one between Harry and Cedric was the most discussed.
The little wizards in Gryffindor were happiest when they suddenly discovered that Harry could win the duel.
And Alvin, who was heading to the Ravenclaw Common Room with Luna and the others, was unexpectedly stopped.
"Cassandra? What's the matter?"
Looking at Cassandra, silent in front of him, Alvin asked strangely.
Cassandra looked at Luna, then at Cho, but still didn't speak.
And Cho, who understood what she meant, glared at Alvin angrily but still pulled Luna away.
When only Alvin and Cassandra were left in the hallway, she hesitated.
"That...can you be my dance partner?"
Hearing Cassandra's words, Alvin was a little surprised.
It's just over a week until Christmas. Hasn't she found a dance partner yet?
With the popularity of Cassandra, boys who want to be her dance partners are estimated to be able to line up from the castle to the Black Lake.
But Alvin didn't ask any more questions. He said apologetically. "I'm sorry. I want to dance with Fleur. You are also a Champion, and that's not good for you."
It was no surprise to hear Alvin say this, but Cassandra explained.
"The number of Champions this year is a bit large. In order to allow us to show ourselves better, the dance was divided into two. Miss Delacour and I should be able to take turns."
Now it's Alvin's turn to be stunned. Can he still do this?
He had never cared much about the prom, and he really didn't know.
But Cassandra said so, so there is.
He pondered for two seconds and then asked Cassandra. "Will this be bad for you? I have already danced with Fleur. If I dance with you again, it will not be suitable."
Cassandra shook her head and said very Tsundere. "Except you, I don't think everyone deserves to dance with me. If I didn't have to attend the Yule Ball as a Champion, I wouldn't participate in this event."
Alvin fell into deep silence.
As expected of you, Cassandra.
But does this count as Cassandra's recognition of him?
Thinking of this, Alvin was inexplicably happy in his heart.
He finally agreed to dance with Cassandra. Who could refuse such a sweet thing?
Getting the answer she wanted, Cassandra's face also showed a rare smile,
Alvin felt that the whole corridor was brighter. Looking at Cassandra's bright smile, the thoughts in his heart blurted out.
"Cassandra, you look so good when you smile. Why do you keep a straight face every day?" Alvin knew it would be bad as soon as the words came out. Sure enough, Cassandra quickly withdrew her smile and turned away.
Watching her retreating back, Alvin also sighed.
This is the consequence of talking too much! What he didn't notice was that Cassandra's ears were already flushed.
...
Manchester. In a living room in a suburban estate.
The young Voldemort, dressed in green, sat on the throne with Bellatrix on his left.
On the right are two burly men, the fathers of Crabbe and Goyle.
These two guys look like Crabbe and Goyle when they grow up and don't look very smart at first glance.
As early as the summer vacation, to find a foothold, Voldemort brought Crabbe and Goyle's father back under his command.
Compared to an old fox like Lucius Malfoy, the fools of the Crabbe and Goyle families are more reliable.
At this moment, the living room door was suddenly pushed open, and Barty Jr. walked in with Crouch and Ludo Bagman's faces.
Bellatrix said dissatisfiedly. "Barty, why are you still using this face here? When I see this fat pig, I want to give him a Cruciatus."
Barty Jr didn't pay any attention to what she meant. He walked a few steps to Voldemort and knelt down respectfully.
"My Lord, I'm back." Voldemort stretched out his hand and stroked Barty Jr's head lovingly.
"Barty, my most loyal servant. What good news did you bring me this time?" Barty Jr showed joy.
Enjoying the closeness of Voldemort, he hurriedly said. "I just participated in the Triwizard Tournament and obtained some information about Harry Potter, which I want to share with you."
Hearing this name, Bellatrix's eyes showed murderous intent. This Potter killed Voldemort, who made her lose everything, and she wished she could rush into Hogwarts now and get rid of Potter.