bioinnovel Chapter 391 Who is the Champion?
Chapter 391 Who is the Champion?
Chapter 391 Who is the Champion?
When Fleur also raised her wand and fired red sparks into the night sky, the audience in the stands instantly erupted in cheers.
we are the champion!
The Triwizard Tournament champion belongs to Hogwarts!
Regardless of who ultimately lifts the trophy, Hogwarts will always be the best and most outstanding of the three European powerhouses!
It wasn't just the spectators in the stands who were excited; Belvina jumped up without a care for her image, excitedly pumping her fists in celebration.
Cornelius Fudge was also very excited. The honor of winning the Triwizard Tournament temporarily dispelled the gloom on his face, and the Minister of Magic finally had a smile on his face.
Even Dumbledore wasn't as calm and composed as usual; his old face was all smiles, making his already crooked nose look even more crooked.
"Congratulations, Professor Dumbledore." Madam Maxim stood up to congratulate Hogwarts on their victory.
"Thank you, Orim." Dumbledore also stood up and then said a few words of encouragement to Fleur.
Cornelius Fudge's face darkened again. Why was Dumbledore being congratulated, but not him, the Minister of Magic?
Some people were happy, some were not, and some even adopted an indifferent attitude, showing no interest in who would win the championship.
Igor Karkarov, who came to watch the game despite being ill, sat on the far side of the referee's table. He really didn't care who won the championship; he just felt embarrassed and uncomfortable.
Karkarov valued the Triwizard Tournament so much in order to solidify his position as principal with the honor of winning the championship.
Now, Karkaroff is determined to stay at Hogwarts like a turtle. He doesn't even want to be the headmaster of Durmstrang anymore, so naturally he won't care about the Triwizard Tournament.
If it weren't for his position as the principal, Karkarov wouldn't even want to watch today's match.
What made Karkaroff even more uncomfortable was that the Minister of Magic was still present today, and he didn't want to have too much interaction with Cornelius Fudge.
The audience in the stands cheered, while the two warriors inside the maze remained silent. Harry and Cedric stared at each other, both standing there dumbfounded.
The Triwizard Tournament champion's honor, a trophy worth a thousand Galleons—it would be a lie to say he wasn't tempted. Both Harry and Cedric wanted to be the ones lifting the trophy.
However, as fellow students of Hogwarts, and having forged a friendship during the year's competition, and having just fought side-by-side against an enemy—neither of them wanted to attack the other at this moment.
The silence between Harry and Cedric was finally broken after a long while, when Professor McGonagall and the others took Fleur and Krum away.
"Harry," Cedric said, "what should we do now?"
Harry shook his head and said honestly, "I don't know. I want to win the championship, but—"
"I also want to win the championship," Cedric said candidly. "I want to win, and I don't want to lose to you, but—I don't think I'm a match for you either."
Who can say they don't want to win the three-way battle for supremacy?
Cedric not only wanted to win, but also didn't want to lose to Harry, not only because Harry was his rival, but also because Harry was younger.
Just minutes ago, Cedric failed to break through Fleur's impenetrable defense, while Harry unexpectedly defeated Krum.
Cedric felt that he might not be a match for Harry either.
"Cedric, the championship should have been yours," Harry said, though he was reluctant to give up the honor of the championship, he still wanted to relinquish the trophy.
After all, the Triwizard Tournament has always only had three warriors participating, and Harry was the extra one.
Regardless of whether the fourth champion was obtained through connections or due to Barty Crouch Jr.'s machinations, Harry felt that his title of champion was not legitimate.
"I know what you mean, Harry," Cedric shrugged dismissively. "You mean you weren't even qualified to compete."
Cedric sighed and continued, "At first, I was also very upset. I was supposed to have everyone's support, but you suddenly appeared out of nowhere and stole my thunder."
Cedric spoke casually, with a smile on his face, and Harry laughed along.
Both of them recalled that at the beginning of the Triwizard Tournament, the "Potter Stinks" badge was very popular at school.
“But Harry, you are a champion of Hogwarts, and we are all champions of Hogwarts,” Cedric continued. “We have come this far with Professor Black’s help.”
In the first project, Belvina took the two to see the fire dragon and helped them find a way to deal with it.
In the second project, it was Belvina who gave the two clues, enabling them to successfully solve the mystery of the golden egg and pass the test.
Although it is a tradition of the Triwizard Tournament, Belvina has done her best to help the two Hogwarts warriors get to where they are today.
"Cedric, there are things you don't know," Harry said. "I—"
"I know, I know everything, it's Barty Crouch Jr.," Cedric interrupted Harry with a wave of his hand. "Regardless of the reasons, you are a champion of Hogwarts, aren't you?"
Harry opened his mouth, but didn't know what to say next.
"If you weren't a warrior, I might be the one who just got taken away by Professor McGonagall and the others," Cedric continued. "I'm not confident I can defeat Viktor Krum."
Harry still couldn't think of what to say; he didn't know how to persuade Cedric.
At that moment, Harry suddenly realized he should practice his speaking skills more.
"How about this, what do you think of my suggestion?" Cedric pointed to the championship trophy, "I'll use a spell to blow up the base of the trophy, and the trophy will fly up too. Whoever gets the trophy first will be the champion."
"Okay, let's do it this way," Harry said, unable to think of a better solution.
After agreeing on a solution, Cedric and Harry stood side by side, even drawing a starting line in a rather formal manner.
"I counted down from three, then used a spell to blast the base apart," Cedric said. "How was that?"
"Okay, I'm fine with it," Harry said. "Let's do it this way."
Although Harry was younger and shorter than Cedric, he didn't care about those issues.
"three!"
Cedric and Harry's toes touched the starting line, which they drew with their wands, glowing faintly in the night sky.
Cedric raised his wand, and Harry bent over, ready to set off, waiting for Cedric to cast the spell.
"one!
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Cedric's wand tip began to glow, and Harry was poised to strike, like an arrow on a bowstring.
"Crushed to pieces!"
Instantly, the light of the Shattering Charm illuminated the dimly lit maze, and Harry shot out like an arrow.
Under the effect of the shattering spell, the stone base of the trophy was blasted to pieces, and the trophy was also blown away by the impact.
Harry, running wildly, ignored the flying pebbles and went straight through the dust and smoke, heading towards the landing point of the Triwizard Tournament championship trophy.
The Triwizard Trophy gleamed alluringly, tempting Harry to run through the dust and smoke, tempting him to brave the flying debris, tempting him to "Two!"
Harry leaped, feeling a weightless yet weightless sensation. He opened his eyes and looked at the trophy, a symbol of honor, landing in his hands. He had won! He had won the Triwizard Tournament! He had even beaten Cedric Diggory!
"Congratulations, Harry, you've won the championship." Cedric walked over calmly.
From the moment he proposed the solution, Cedric never intended to compete with Harry for the trophy; he believed Harry was more deserving of it.
When the Shattering Charm shattered the stone base holding the trophy, Cedric didn't sprint like Harry; instead, he stood still. It wasn't until Harry charged off like a mad dog that Cedric left the starting line.
"Cedric!" Harry shouted, "Let's do it again!"
“There’s no need, Harry. You’re more deserving of the trophy than I am,” Cedric said calmly. “I’m not your opponent. I’m talking about a duel.”
"But-
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"No buts, are you really going to beat me to a pulp?" Cedric interrupted Harry. "That would be too humiliating, I don't like it."
"That's not fair to you!" Harry insisted. "No, let's do it again!"
Cedric shook his head and said, "Even if we wanted to do it again, we wouldn't have the chance. You're already the champion."
"This isn't fair, this isn't right," Harry said. He didn't feel that Cedric's concession was an insult to him, but he felt that it was unfair.
"Harry, there's no such thing as complete fairness in this world," Cedric said. "If you insist on calling it fair, then isn't it unfair that I'm older and in a higher grade than you?"
Harry was speechless once again, completely at a loss for words.
"I can lose to you in the Triwizard Tournament, but—" Cedric changed the subject, "but I will absolutely not lose to Qiu."
As he spoke, Cedric reached out his hand to Harry, who was sitting on the ground.
"Harry, I'm really looking forward to the Quidditch match next term," Cedric continued. "Next time, I'm sure I'll win."
Harry, who was sitting on the ground, also reached out his hand and stood up with Cedric's help.
He said, "I'm also looking forward to the Quidditch games next semester. Next time, I'll beat you fair and square on this pitch."
"I will never lose to you again!"
"I won't lose to you either!"
"I will win the game!"
"I'm the one who won!"
Harry Potter was the champion of the Triwizard Tournament, but Cedric Diggory was not the loser.
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