Hogwarts: Don't call me Wandmaker

Chapter 415 Big Event, Fudge in Terror

“Devil’s Web and Blast Tail Snail…” Siren asked thoughtfully, “So, Hibiscus was eliminated because of this?”

He did see red sparks in the sky while he was in the maze, but he only knew that someone had been eliminated, and he didn't know the specific reason... He only found out that the person who was eliminated was Hibiscus after he saw her outside the maze.

“That’s right,” Harry said. “At first she tried to use fire to break free of the Devil’s Web, but that angered the Blasttail, so she had to call for help.”

“Professor McGonagall is very fast,” Hermione said. “She seemed to know where Fleur was all along, and rushed over as soon as she saw the red spark.”

This didn't surprise Xilun much.

Whether it's him, Furong, or Krum, they wouldn't fire red sparks the moment they encounter danger. They would only surrender and save their lives when there's absolutely no other way to resolve the situation.

In this situation, the faster the professor's rescue, the better. Perhaps the big red star on their clothes is some kind of special magical item used to quickly locate the warriors.

Just then, another cheer erupted from outside.

“Krum should be out by now.” Xiren glanced at the time. “He’s taken so long to come out; it seems he’s already deep inside the maze.”

“Hehehe…” Ron suddenly laughed.

Xilun glanced over instinctively.

“You’re overthinking it,” Ron explained. “Krum has always been on the outermost edge of the maze; even Fleur has gone further than him.”

He used to really admire Krum, and his room was covered with all sorts of Krum posters, but after the Triwizard Tournament, that admiration completely disappeared.

Krum's performance in the third project, in particular, was quite disappointing.

Even Fleur, the first to be eliminated, had a spectacular magical battle. After launching a red spark, she withstood attacks from two Blast-tailed Spires and a cluster of Devil's Web until Professor McGonagall arrived.

After she was rescued, instead of mocking her, people gave her a warm round of applause.

Krum was alright when he first entered the maze, but not long after, he encountered a patch of brown mist and started going around in circles.

It wasn't until Xilen took the Triple Crown Cup.

Hearing this, Xiren was both amused and exasperated; he never expected Krum to be eliminated in this way.

He had actually seen that brown mist before, but out of caution, he chose to take a detour and did not go through it.

Now it seems his decision was absolutely right; there must be a reason why a magical trap could keep Krum trapped for so long.

After that, Xiren walked out of the locker room.

Directly in front of the maze, the original referee's table has disappeared, and that spot is now occupied by a red platform.

“We were just about to call you,” Professor McGonagall said as she walked over. After all the warriors had come out, they all came out as well.

Hagrid waved vigorously at him from not far away. Professor Flitwick jumped up and down with joy, while Professor Moody, though saying nothing, kept drinking from his curved wine bottle.

"What should I do next?" Siren asked.

“Of course, it’s to receive the award,” Professor McGonagall said happily. “Have you forgotten that the Triwizard Tournament champion receives a thousand Galleons?”

“Oh…” Upon hearing Professor McGonagall’s words, Ron, who was following behind, looked at Siron with envy.

A thousand Galleons! The richest they ever had was only seven hundred Galleons, when his father won the Daily Prophet's grand prize.

The family used the 700 gallons to have a wonderful holiday in Egypt.

Of course, Ron was just envious.

If he were to go back to the time when he ran for Warrior, even if he already knew the method, he probably wouldn't want to put his name in the Goblet of Fire.

Those projects are beyond the capabilities of ordinary people; it would be terrible if he were actually chosen as a Hogwarts champion.

The thought of facing fire dragons, mermaids, blasting snails, and sphinxes made Ron shudder.

How could he have lost his mind and wanted to be a warrior?
Accompanied by Professor McGonagall and amidst the applause of hundreds of students, Celen walked toward the red podium.

“There’s one more thing,” Professor McGonagall said quietly. “Dumbledore told me that Minister Fudge might want you to donate the Triwizard Cup to the Ministry of Magic, but if possible, I’d like you to keep it at the school. I’ll let you know in advance if you agree.” “Of course, no problem,” Sirius said. “I’m representing Hogwarts in the tournament; what does it have to do with the Ministry of Magic?”

"that would be great."

As one of Europe's most prestigious tournaments, the Triwizard Tournament's awards ceremony is no less impressive than that of the Quidditch World Cup.

The three warriors stood together on the high platform, with Siron in the very center.

Connery Fudge, representing the Ministry of Magic, approached, carrying an exquisite box.

The box was open, and inside were a thousand Galleons neatly arranged, radiating a mesmerizing golden light.

Fudge cleared his throat and pressed his wand against it.

"The sound is loud!"

"Congratulations, Siren Ollivander."

His voice echoed throughout the entire Quidditch stadium.

"In three different competitions, he demonstrated amazing courage, intelligence, and extraordinary magical talent, overcoming one difficulty after another..."

Fudge stood there and spoke at length for nearly half an hour.

He waited until the audience was too exhausted to even applaud or cheer before reluctantly closing his mouth and handing the box to Xilun.

"Let us congratulate the champion of this year's Triwizard Tournament, Siron Ollivander of Hogwarts."

The audience rallied and started clapping again, but the applause was much quieter than before.

"Thank you." Xilun finally breathed a sigh of relief and solemnly accepted the box.

It must have been enchanted; although it was heavy, it wasn't as heavy as I had imagined.

“Oh, right, there’s one more thing…” Fudge said.

coming!

Professor McGonagall looked up, knowing Fudge was about to mention the Triwizard Tournament, and was about to step forward to interrupt when a blurry figure rushed past in front of her.

The man went straight to Fudge.

"Scrimgeour?" Fudge saw the newcomer and frowned. "What are you doing at Hogwarts?"

“Minister…” Scrimgeour was about to say something, but after looking around at the people around him, he quickly changed his words and said, “I just received news that there is a very important matter that you must return to the ministry immediately.”

"Please wait a moment, Scrimgeour. It's time for the awards ceremony, that's the most important thing," Fudge said with a smile, seemingly unconcerned.

“Silon…”

“Minister!” Scrinker spoke again, interrupting Fudge.

He leaned close to Fudge's ear and whispered something.

Xilun didn't hear what was said, but after Fudge heard it, his face turned deathly pale, his legs went weak, and he almost fell to the ground.

“This is impossible!” he screamed.

“I also think it’s impossible, but…” Scrimgeour sighed solemnly, “In any case, I have already closed all the Ministry of Magic’s access routes in advance. Before the news spreads, you should go back quickly.”

"Okay, okay..." Fudge said incoherently, not caring about the awards ceremony anymore. He took his batter and staggered out of the school with him.

Percy had intended to follow, but after taking only two steps, Scrimgeour ruthlessly sent him back.

……

(End of this chapter)