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Chapter 602: Continuous Arrangements at the End of the School Year
Hogwarts won the victory, but the headmasters present remained polite - although some of Miss Granger's actions tended to be borderline foul, no one cared about it.

Yes, no one.

Cheating is a part of the Triwizard Tournament, and schools that are too concerned about this obviously do not understand the essence of this.

What’s more important is that, aside from the projects that everyone is working together on now, the Tri-Widget Tournament is still making money!

"Congratulations, Professor Dumbledore."

Karkaroff gave his sincere blessings, but his eyes towards Madame Maxime were not so friendly.

"You are better prepared, but we are not bad either. I think we will do better in the next game," Madame Maxime said unwillingly, looking at Karkaroff without any concession, as if she was going to challenge him to a duel.

This rather outrageous scene would never have been seen in previous Triwizard Tournaments, but it happened so vividly today.

There is no way. Before today's game, the summary of the advertising revenue of the entire Triwizard Tournament was finally made. Not counting the messy broadcast income and so on, the direct advertising income alone is enough to hold three more games...

Moreover, advertisers are very satisfied with the advertising effect of this game. There is even a large sum of Galleons ready to purchase the naming rights for the next game. It depends on who will take over the next game.

Andrew looked at the two principals who were arguing with each other and shook his head slightly - he had spent a lot of effort on publicity, but in the end, the things they learned the fastest were advertising and sponsorship. Who could he go to for justice?

"Who do you think it's going to go to, Taylor?"

Mr. Lemay watched happily. It would definitely not be Cordosdorez's turn in the next two competitions. He didn't care who it was - what did it matter if it was earlier or later? It would be his turn in the future anyway, as it had been in the past and would be in the future.

"Madame Maxime, Durmstrang's alchemy is too weak. Professor Karkaroff will definitely have to give in."

Andrew shook his head. "Let's not talk about that. Mr. Flamel, are you interested in talking to the students about future development?"

"That's too tiring, Taylor. I have to hurry back to finish the experiment. Facial resuscitation is more troublesome than I thought..."

Mr. Flamel decisively refused, "I don't even have time to listen to Albus's lectures, so please let a 600-year-old man go."

...

Understandable, very understandable.

The face is indeed more important than other parts of the body.

Andrew stopped insisting and lowered his voice. "What do you think about the alchemical life activation, Mr. Flamel?"

"Every time a miracle is born, but a skilled alchemist can always encounter more miracles. However, it is too troublesome to replicate them. I am more inclined to your opinion, to create a wizard's own unique magic, rather than trying to activate and replicate it through alchemy. But it is also good to create one or two occasionally and look forward to miracles."

Mr. Flamel shook his head. "You can give it a try. By the time you are in your sixth or seventh year, you will have accumulated enough alchemy to try to animate items. But I advise you not to do too much at once. Those guys' tempers are not predictable at all."

"It sounds like picking up a cat. If you're not careful, you could easily run into a vicious beast that bites you..."

Andrew complained in his heart, but still nodded silently without saying anything more.

"Okay, I have to hurry back. The award ceremony later is too troublesome. If I spend another night attending the banquet, it would be a waste of time."

As Mr. Flamel spoke to Andrew, he stood up, said goodbye to the judges, and then after blessing the warriors, he left through the Floo Network without looking back.

"How cool! I have to be the mascot for a night and I can't be absent. Who came up with this bad habit of advertising at award ceremonies?"

He sighed and began to prepare to show his face.

Tonight is the awards ceremony, tomorrow morning the tea session will be held for the last time, tomorrow at noon the students from all schools will leave, and then there will be exams...

That’s right, exams!

The exams that cannot be avoided at Hogwarts! Unfortunately, he still cannot get away from it. To deepen the impression of the last tea party tomorrow morning, he invited Dumbledore to come over, which will be considered as Dumbledore's public speech.

'It's been a busy day.'

-

"Won!"

"Yes, we won!"

The students of Hogwarts are celebrating wildly.

There are four warriors, one from each academy, and now is the best time to celebrate.

"Celebrate well, Ronnie," Fred blinked, "Just think about it, the next thing is the exam, and after the exam you will be in the fifth grade!"

"Shut up you two!"

Ron shouted angrily at his two brothers.

But his threats had no effect.

"OWLs year, how many certificates are you going to take back, Ronnie?"

George had a smirk on his face, "Especially after Granger got the exemption."

The warriors are exempt from exams - the happy Bagman just announced the additional rewards from the Ministry of Magic. Because they won the competition, all major courses can be directly regarded as obtaining a certificate with a grade of O, and all elective courses can be regarded as obtaining a certificate with a grade of E. Whatever exam they take next will be regarded as obtaining that certificate.

After all, it was the first Triwizard Tournament of the rematch, and Fudge, feeling proud, decided to make special arrangements - after all, no place would deny the value of the certificate if it was awarded this way.

"It has nothing to do with you."

Ron didn't want to increase the intensity. This was a time worth celebrating, and he wanted to be happy for a while longer.

"It does matter. We have secured the internship for next year, Ron. From now on, you will be on your own at home. We have to pass on the feeling of pressure we had when facing the OWLs exams."

Fred looked at his brother seriously, and if he hadn't been unable to suppress a smirk, everyone around him would have believed that this was an affectionate performance.

"Durmstrang? You will be scolded to death by your mother. Your family doesn't want you to come into contact with the dark arts there."

Ron retorted. He had already noticed that the two men had communicated with the headmaster of Durmstrang more than once.

"No, Beauxbatons, my brother," Fred raised his eyebrows, "We have gained some fame, and Madame Maxime thinks our thinking is worth investing in."

"Although the Ministry of Magic has extended an olive branch, the alchemy atmosphere at Beauxbatons will be better. Our internship next year will probably not be at this school. You have to stay at school, Ronnie."

"Take the exam well."

"study well."

"Fight well and don't let those Slytherin guys have an easy time."

"Tell Peeves we'll miss him."

The two of them chatted back and forth, "We went there with the students from Beauxbatons this time. We should spend the summer vacation there. After all, this opportunity is rare."

The two patted Ron on the shoulder and said, "You have grown up now, take good care of yourself."

(End of this chapter)