The Silent Witch of Hogwarts

Chapter 331 Hagrid: Information That Can Now Be Released

Chapter 331 Hagrid: Information That Can Now Be Released

"Disarm you!"

A red light flashed, striking the wizard in front of Cedric Diggory. With a soft "pop," the wand in his hand fell into Cedric's grasp.

"Congratulations, Cedric! Cedric from Hufflepuff House has become the champion of the first Hogwarts Duel Tournament!"

Amidst applause and cheers, the first dueling tournament at Hogwarts came to a close.

Ah—how interesting—Royla, who rarely sits on the professor's bench instead of being an audience member, seems quite happy.

I feel that Mr. Diggory could probably get a prize even in Durmstrang.

Round of 16?

Still the quarterfinals—is it possible that it will go to the round of 32?

Ah—Lori didn't actually have a clear understanding of the average level of Durmstrang students, since in her memory there didn't seem to be any particularly formidable opponents—

Does Muller count?

Müller is indeed very good. Many classmates say that if it weren't for him, he would be the champion. However, he seemed very unhappy when he heard this.

They even hit the person who said that.

"Cedric did a really good job!" Hagrid said with a smile, sitting next to Loila. His loud voice made Loila cover her ears slightly.

"What a pity for Harry," he said, shaking his head. "If Harry were a few years older, he probably would have had a chance too."

Are you that familiar with Mr. Potter?

Loila glanced at Hagrid.

Hagrid seemed to sense something and turned to ask, "Professor Hamilton, what do you think of Cedric's abilities?"

"Can we win the championship in Durmstrang?"

"Shouldn't it be...right?"

If I, Muller, Pollack, Strauss, Manster—Mr. Gloucester, etc. were not present, it should still be okay, right?

Unaware of these preconditions, Hagrid nodded happily: "That's great."

"After all, he could very well represent Hogwarts as the Goblet of Fire—ugh!" He immediately covered his mouth.

What are you talking about?

Loila stared wide-eyed at Hagrid. "Did you just say something incredible?!"

"flame----"

"Ah, I didn't say anything about the Goblet of Fire—absolutely not."

"Uh—" Loila looked at Hagrid, unsure what to say. She absolutely couldn't tell him any secrets—

But the Goblet of Fire—are we really going to have a Goblet of Fire?

Loila certainly knew what the Goblet of Fire was. It seemed to be a rather ancient competition between academies, where each academy would select a hero to represent the academy through trials and such.

It's a very traditional hero story.

Muller had mentioned before that if there were a Goblet of Fire, he would definitely participate as the hero—impressive Muller, I wouldn't even dare to think about such a thing—after all, I'm sure I would have a hard time winning, right?

But now they're actually going to hold the Goblet of Fire? So this is why Dumbledore is holding this tournament—to prepare for the Goblet of Fire?

It feels like this has nothing to do with me — Loila felt that this kind of competition was like a circus performance, which didn't seem to have any meaning.

But if the Goblet of Fire is held, does that mean we won't have to go to class anymore? — It seems pretty good to be able to stay in the office and slack off.

"Please don't tell anyone about this, Professor Hamilton," Hagrid said in a low voice, seemingly realizing he couldn't hide it from Loira anymore. "And don't let Professor Dumbledore know I told you—"

But isn't Dumbledore sitting right next to us?

Do you think he didn't hear you? Royla looked at Dumbledore and found him smiling gently at her.

What bad luck!

She immediately turned her face away from Dumbledore.

"I was just a little too excited," Hagrid muttered, as if he hadn't finished speaking. "The Goblet of Fire is going to be held at Hogwarts this time—"

"It seems the professor also needs to help with the competition details—"

"Hmm?"

Loila's newly formed idea of ​​slacking off was immediately dashed—Professor's help? How can your Goblet of Fire be so sloppy?! What if the professor helps with something? That wouldn't be good!

Especially me—if any student offered me Galonnaise as a bribe, I definitely wouldn't be able to resist betraying them.

This is definitely not an implication.

I never expected to hear such bad news just from coming to watch the game. If I had known, I wouldn't have come. Maybe I could have spent these last few months happily.

But if the Goblet of Fire were held at Hogwarts, wouldn't people from other houses also come?

If Loila remembers correctly, there should be Beauxbatons Academy—that's the school Miss Shiloh graduated from, but unfortunately Miss Shiloh left the following year.

The other one is Durmstrang, right?

Durmstrang—hmm—the thought of that name suddenly made Loila a little scared. What if she ran into someone she knew?

Probably not—after all, all the professors from my school days should have already met Merlin, right?

As for classmates and such—they certainly wouldn't remember you anyway.

It would be really awkward if you ran into someone you knew, right?

Loila comforted herself slightly and then breathed a sigh of relief.

"Miss Hamilton—"

"Hmm."

Upon hearing Dumbledore's voice, Royla shuddered as if struck by lightning.

It's all Hagrid's fault! You made me learn things I shouldn't have! This is practically a curse on knowledge!

"You should already know about the Goblet of Fire, right?"

Hmm—I just found out—can't I not have known?

Loila looked awkwardly at Dumbledore, who had somehow walked up to her, and pursed her lips.

"I was actually planning to inform all the professors about this in a few days," Dumbledore said slowly. "After all, many people are coming to Hogwarts, and we need to make a lot of preparations."

"And we'll be having another meeting at the Ministry of Magic soon," Dumbledore said, pausing for a moment, "with the Headmaster of Beauxbatons and the Headmaster of Durmstrang."

Why are you telling me all this?

I really don't want to go—please don't ask me to go—

"You'll be coming with me, right?"

"Ah—I—"

"I trust your abilities, Miss Hamilton. I believe you can play a very important role in the Goblet of Fire," Dumbledore said with a gentle smile.

Don't say that! Do you really think I'll agree to anything just because you say you trust me? I'm not the same person I used to be; I've grown up—

"You are one of my most trusted professors."

"Hmm!"

You—you—you—you cheated!

"Okay—okay—"

Seeing Dumbledore blink, Loila lowered her head and muttered, "Since you've said so—I—I'll just have to go, alright."

It was absolutely a reluctant task—not something I was happy about because of the word "most trusted".