Starting from the Legacy of Hogwarts, he transformed into the Dark Lord.

The soft, large bed was covered with traces of last night's battle.

When Rachel woke up, Fleur was still fast asleep. Setina was nowhere to be seen. She had played wizard chess with Setina the night before and fell asleep while listening to Fleur singing.

"Where's Setina?" Rachel asked groggily, rubbing her eyes. She was used to Sako being fully awake by the time she woke up.

"She went back. She has something to do in the morning. I usually go to see her either in the evening or after eight o'clock."

"Would you like breakfast? Or perhaps you could sleep a little longer?"

"I'm not sleepy." Rachel snuggled closer to Sako. "Why didn't you touch Setina last night? Fleur won't wake up until at least noon now."

"Cetina... her situation is a bit special. To put it simply, she hasn't lived much in the human world, so there are some things she doesn't understand yet, and she has no idea about them at all."

"Was Sister Setina adopted by a magical creature?" Rachel asked curiously. This kind of thing is not uncommon in the magical world. There are many intelligent and powerful magical creatures, and some of them will take back and raise babies when they find them.

"That's one way to understand it, but the situation is more complicated." Sachs pondered for a moment before replying, "I want her to have more contact with the human world, to show her the good and the bad things."

"And to be honest, I find it very difficult to lie to her; I always feel that lying to her is a very sacrilegious act."

"As for this guy who kept complaining last night, I can bully him without any hesitation."

"Besides, don't underestimate the physique of a mixed-race Veena; she's much more clingy than you."

It was around 9 a.m. Although Saturday was Rachel's time to herself, she resolutely chose to leave the precious time to Fleur. She hurriedly brushed her teeth, took a shower, changed her clothes, and rode off on her Firebolt, saying she had to take care of her precious plants, without even stopping.

"Stop pretending to be asleep, I know you're awake."

Hibiscus, who was being shaken with her nose pinched, pretended to be sleepy. When she saw Sako's hateful face, she grinned and showed her two little tiger teeth.

Sakho received the challenge invitation and handed over a bottle of energizing potion.

A second goal was scored, the battle became intense, and the fighting was fierce.

At the end, Furong's eyes were slightly unfocused, and her mind was blank.

"Veenas are nothing special. I thought they were much more powerful."

Shaco made a "little bit" gesture, full of taunt. Hibiscus had made some boastful remarks last night, so it was inevitable that she would suffer. Shaco wasn't as gentle with her as he was with Rachel. He maintained a deadly rhythm from beginning to end, building Guinsoo's Rageblade, Last Whisper, and Infinity Edge. His basic attacks had a reckless swing, dealing true damage, armor penetration, and critical strikes. Every now and then, he would unleash Demacian Justice, instantly killing the villain with a single sword strike, leaving viewers rolling their eyes, returning to base, muting their mics, and ending the stream.

Fortunately, the wizard's potion was truly powerful, so the scene of him having to lean against the wall to get back was not seen. However, when they returned to the castle at noon, they were still shocked to see Fleur linked arm-in-arm with Saco.

Especially when they saw that Rachel had no objection to this and was chatting and laughing with Fleur, the boys looked at Sako with a mixture of doubt, hostility, and jealousy.

"Furong, darling, are you alright?"

Mrs. Maxime brought Beauxbatons’ students to the auditorium at lunchtime.

"You've made me so worried." The tall woman breathed a slight sigh of relief upon seeing Furong return unharmed.

"I bet you're Sarkos." After looking at Fleur, Madam Maxime looked down at Sarkos. "Dumbledore told me about you."

She scrutinized Sako for a few moments, her gaze filled with a hint of judgment. "You seem like someone who's good at charming girls, but you'd better keep those little schemes to yourself."

"Until the Warriors selection is over, I hope you and Fleur can keep your distance and not affect her."

Sarko sensed Mrs. Maxim's hostility.

"Of course, madam, I would never do anything to interfere with Hibiscus's registration as a warrior. I'm actually looking forward to that day."

Sakho rose and bowed gracefully. "However, there are some things I can't guarantee, such as whether any girl will fall for me."

"Hmm... as a way of repaying me for my somewhat presumptuous behavior last night, I'll do you a small favor. I hope you have a pleasant experience at Hogwarts."

After saying what Mrs. Maxim found somewhat incomprehensible, Sakho took his leave.

As he reached the auditorium entrance, he bumped into the trio who were about to leave.

"Good afternoon, Harry and Hermione." Sarkol ignored Ron.

"Good afternoon."

Harry smiled and waved at him. "You've already signed up, haven't you, Sakho?"

"I signed up last night, but judging from your expressions, are you going to find Hagrid?"

"Yes, we haven't visited him in a while."

Harry nodded, then walked over to Sarco and asked in a low, curious voice, "What's going on between you and that girl from Beauxbatons...? Is she a Veela?"

"Furong has one-quarter Veela blood, isn't she beautiful? I asked her out last night."

"What about Rachel?" Hermione frowned. "Are you sure you want to do this, Saco?"

"Rachel was there last night too. She and Fleur got along really well."

Hermione paused for a moment, feeling that while it seemed unreasonable, it also seemed not so unreasonable after all.

"Speaking of which, Hermione, are you still running your house-elf rights advocacy group?"

"Slavery is unacceptable." Hermione pursed her lips, but her attitude was not as firm as before.

"Yes, slavery is bad, but why don't you do something easier than helping the elves? It's the same thing—liberating slaves. You might not be able to accomplish something with ten parts of effort on the elves, but you could see obvious results with just one part of effort."

"What are you talking about?"

Hermione looked up at him, somewhat puzzled.

"For example, improve the situation of workers who are forced into slave labor in Muggle vampire sweatshops, barely making ends meet even when they work their hardest. Those people will be kicked out and replaced with new, younger people if they work a little slower."

"You've probably never seen a family of seven or eight people crammed into a room of just a few square meters, have you? They scavenge for scraps in garbage dumps to survive. A piece of leftover fried chicken, scrambled from a trash can and then fried in blackened oil, is a rare delicacy for people living in slums. But in the eyes of many, it doesn't even qualify as food."

"Elves don't eat garbage, and wizards have their limits when it comes to being harsh on them. After all, elves are the cooks responsible for feeding the wizard's whole family. If pushed too far, do you think the wizard might be afraid they'd poison the food? Elves' magical powers are by no means lacking."

"It's hard to change the minds of elves, but it's easy to change the minds of Muggle vampires with magic. If you really manage to do it, even if you want to ride God to heaven after you die, he will kneel down and let you sit on him."

"You can save a billion, or even billions of people."

Hermione froze, stunned by Saco's words, then murmured, "But using magic on Muggles is illegal, isn't it?"

"Just don't get caught," Sakho said, shrugging. "You can slowly change the Muggles' minds, just don't get caught."

"That sounds nice, but why don't you do it?" Ron, who had been ignored by Sakho, spoke up in a low voice, but he didn't dare to look at Sakho's face.

"Because I have no obligation to help those people, I have no compassion, and I'm too lazy to do such a thing."

Sakho grinned: "Unless I'm bored someday and suddenly want to rule the world, then we'll talk about that."

They arrived at the door of Hagrid's hut, and Harry went up and knocked on the door. A dog barked from behind the door.