At 6:00 PM, the Quidditch stadium was completely packed, not only with foreign reporters but also with Hogwarts students. The stadium was fully illuminated; despite it being night, there wasn't a single shadow.
In the center of the stadium, on the green grass, a platform had been erected, and all the professors, the Hogwarts council, Senators, and Lords from the Clock Tower were present.
As the First Wizard Marshal of the Clock Tower, Albus Dumbledore stood at the forefront. His mere presence drew surprised gasps from the reporters; after all, it was rare for the most powerful wizard in the world to make a public appearance.
Next to Dumbledore, all twelve Ministers and the President of Magic stood side by side. Regardless of who they were, everyone was trying to curry favor with the man. After all, he was the only person known to have fought Grindelwald and had recently battled the Dark Lord just months ago.
Dumbledore, accustomed to the fame, only conversed kindly with the ministers and presidents. At the same time, he received numerous insider informations, especially concerning the movements of his former lover and rival.
"What in Merlin's name are you planning, Gellert," Dumbledore thought, looking thoughtfully at Asterion among the other Lords. Perhaps sensing his gaze, young Asterion turned to look at him and gave him a gracious smile.
Dumbledore returned the smile and continued speaking with the Ministers of Magic and the President of MACUSA.
In the stands, Tracey looked suspiciously at her friend.
"You took a long time. Where were you?" she asked curiously, her brown eyes scanning up and down, noticing something unusual about her best friend.
Did she seem lighter and more cheerful?
Daphne felt her cheeks heat up, remembering the bath she had shared with Asterion. It was the first time she had seen a man completely naked. Just thinking that that Greek god would be hers for her entire life made her smile.
Seeing the silly grin on Daphne's lips, Tracey's eyes lit up. Daphne only showed that look when she was with Asterion. Connecting the dots in her mind, she looked at her best friend and whispered.
"What did you two do, and how far did you go?" she asked, her eyes shining with a touch of amusement and teasing.
"He made me come, and we bathed together," Daphne whispered back, despite her embarrassment. She bit her lips, remembering the previous events.
"The legendary bath scene?" Tracey's eyes widened. In all the books she had read in her life, there was always a scene with the couple in the bathroom, the steamy glass, and many other things.
She couldn't help but look at Daphne with envy. She couldn't wait to find a boyfriend herself. Unconsciously, her eyes fell on Blaise, who was calmly talking with Theodore.
Tracey looked at Blaise and bit her lips, cursing softly. "Even a door could see my feelings, you idiot."
Daphne noticed this and smiled. She looked at Tracey, then at Blaise, with a mischievous grin. As a good friend, she had the duty to help her friend get a boyfriend.
Suddenly, loud, sharp pops echoed throughout the Quidditch stadium, causing silence to fall over the entire place.
Asterion, who had been talking with Aurelius, turned to the front, where he saw numerous people Apparating. They were all wearing quite beautiful uniforms, each bearing a crest with four magical animals surrounding the letter "I."
Ilvermorny School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
Leading the students was a black woman dressed in an elegant women's suit. She had short, curly hair and brown eyes behind a pair of golden glasses.
Roxane Morgan, Headmistress of Ilvermorny School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
The woman was slightly pale from transporting so many students over such a great distance.
Seeing the President of MACUSA on the platform, she approached and greeted him respectfully. "President Thorne."
"I'm counting on you in this Tournament, Headmistress Morgan," Benjamin nodded to her and spoke with a warm smile. He trusted the woman to bring back the trophy from this tournament. The President of MACUSA then turned his gaze to the nineteen-year-old boy among the Ilvermorny students. The boy bore a striking resemblance to him.
Michael Thorne, his son, whom he was very proud of. The boy had fully inherited his innate technique and his talent as a Special Grade Wizard, though he was still far from reaching that level.
With the arrival of Ilvermorny Academy, other schools began to appear on the field.
Mahoutokoro - Japan.
Castelobruxo - Brazil.
Academy of Magic and Witchcraft of Vienna - Austria.
School of Magical Arts of the Black Forest - Germany.
Institute of Magic and Witchcraft of Florence - Italy.
Academy of Magical Arts of Olympus - Greece.
School of Runes and Witchcraft of Lapland - Sweden.
School of Magic and Witchcraft of Salamanca - Spain.
Academy of Astrology and Nature of Shihuang - China.
Hundreds of students from different magic and witchcraft schools stood side by side, wearing beautiful uniforms and exuding confidence in every gesture in front of the reporters' camera flashes in the stands.
"Our rivals," Tracey said, looking challengingly at the hundreds of teenagers on the field.
Daphne rolled her eyes at her friend's competitiveness and looked confusedly at the field. Two schools were still missing, the ones from France and Russia. But she didn't have to wait long to see the other two of the world's top three schools.
A massive ship broke through the clouds and descended from the sky, sailing through the air. The white sails bearing the crest of the Russian imperial eagle billowed in the wind, propelling the enormous ship forward.
Seeing the astonished faces of everyone, the Russian Minister of Magic laughed loudly and stroked his tangled beard with a very proud look on his face. He glanced at the President of MACUSA, not hiding his disdain and arrogance.
Benjamin gritted his teeth and ignored his old rival. He knew that when it came to magical accumulation and heritage, the United States lagged behind numerous nations, but that wasn't America's fault; the country was very young compared to other magical nations.
As everyone marveled at Durmstrang's arrival, they heard the flapping of wings and gaped in shock at the sight of three beautiful carriages pulled by numerous white Pegasi gracefully crossing the sky and elegantly landing on the field.
"Damn, are we at a show to see who can make the best entrance?" Tracey heard numerous murmurs in the stands and couldn't help but complain aloud.
Daphne nodded in agreement with her friend's words; Durmstrang and Beauxbatons certainly knew how to make a grand entrance at that moment. The arrival of the two magical schools overshadowed all the others.
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