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

"What happened?"

Furong shifted her body with some curiosity, bending her legs and leaning against Sakho's chest.

"Well..." Harry said a little embarrassedly, "I don't know why, but the Goblet of Fire spat out my name, but I swear! I absolutely never intended to put my name in!"

"Really?" Hibiscus asked with a hint of suspicion.

"Harry is a millionaire, after all; he wouldn't even look at a thousand Galleons."

Sako gently patted Fleur's pert bottom, feeling as if the little kitten in his arms was about to bare its teeth.

"But it still has a reputation, and this is a competition that can bring honor to the school."

"You probably don't know his name," Sarkos grinned, pointing at Harry. "He's the legendary boy who survived the Great Calamity, the savior of the English wizarding world, the only one to survive the Avada Kedavra curse, the chosen one who killed Voldemort at the age of one, who single-handedly killed the Basilisk at twelve, and who single-handedly fought hundreds of Dementors at thirteen!"

Sark spoke very loudly, which made Harry blush so badly he felt like he was on fire, wishing he could dig a hole and bury himself in it.

Just as Sark said Harry’s long list of titles, a group of people who had rushed in stopped in their tracks.

"The rest... I've heard of them all." Fleur looked at Harry with some tension. "But a twelve-year-old single-handedly killing a basilisk? A thirteen-year-old fighting hundreds of Dementors?"

"Are you sure you're not joking with me?"

"To add to that, that basilisk lived for nearly a thousand years. It was a super basilisk left behind by Salazar Slytherin," Sarkol said cheerfully, then beckoned to Dumbledore and called out, "Professor Dumbledore, right? Harry killed the basilisk in one swift strike with Godric Gryffindor's sword."

"Yes."

Dumbledore smiled too: "This is a miracle that countless adult wizards could not accomplish."

"The Dementors?" Fleur looked at Dumbledore.

"That's true. Just last year, in order to capture Sirius Black, the Ministry of Magic sent many Dementors to guard the vicinity of Hogwarts. But the Dementors weren't exactly well-behaved. Harry encountered more than one attack, but eventually, he learned to summon a physical Patronus."

"This kind of thing..." Viktor Krum, who had been silent until now, frowned deeply. "It's just too unbelievable!"

"Harry is even a top-tier Seeker, not much worse than you, Viktor."

Krum looked at Harry with a puzzled expression, then glanced at Sakho.

"Actually, you two could be good friends. For example, you could ride fire bolts together and fly around. I bet you'd have a lot in common."

"If that's what you mean," Viktor nodded slightly. He genuinely loved Quidditch, and being able to communicate with a Quidditch ball was better than anything else. His furrowed brow relaxed a bit, and he said to Harry, "You can come find me when the weather is nice."

Harry's fame is far more convincing than any explanation he could give.

"That's even more unfair, Dumbledore!"

Mrs. Maxim spoke loudly, her expression displeased. She had never imagined that this child, who was still several years away from adulthood, would have such a large number of titles and even do such an unbelievable thing. Harry's threat level in her mind had greatly increased.

"Even if he's an excellent kid, there has never been a fourth warrior in the history of the Triwizard Tournament!"

"If you remove the competitive element of the three-way battle, I don't think there's anything unfair about it."

Sakho said lazily, "The outcome was already decided the moment I became a warrior."

"So why not bring the Triwizard Tournament back to its original theme—promoting communication among students from the three schools, allowing young wizards to interact amicably and make new friends? I believe that is the greatest significance of restarting the Triwizard Tournament."

"This is not the time to listen to your nonsense." A cold voice interrupted, and Karkarov looked at Sako with a cold and intimidating gaze.

"Who gave you the right to talk to me like that?"

Sakho raised an eyebrow. "Perhaps you don't know, but the person I hate most is a dark wizard, Igor Karkaroff."

"Should I send you to Azkaban, or should I get rid of you, Death Eater, right now?"

With a wave of his wand, a colossal creature suddenly appeared. The ferocious black dragon grinned, spewing sparks from its nostrils. Its menacing head breathed out just half a meter in front of Karkaroff, scorching his silver fur cloak. The imminent threat of death made him dare not move.

"Sakho, calm down."

Dumbledore quickly spoke up, having no doubt that if Sarco were here and let the black dragon bite off half of Karkaroff's body, the Ministry of Magic wouldn't put him on trial.

Money really can kill. Fudge could withstand immense pressure and grovel before this kid when faced with hundreds of thousands or even millions of Galleons. Karkaroff, on the other hand, had a criminal record and was identified as a Death Eater. Even though he obtained a pardon by betraying his companions, it's not like it can't be taken back. The Ministry of Magic has a history of ignoring things.

"I'm very calm. If this were outside, this guy would have turned into fertilizer by now. I hate every dark wizard. I think you should understand my actions, Professor Dumbledore."

Sarco waved his wand, and the ferocious black dragon vanished.

"So, what's wrong with letting the warriors enjoy the game, building friendships among the three schools, and returning to the original vision of the Triwizard Tournament?"

"I don't think there's anything wrong with it!"

Ludobagman said happily, his tone even quite excited.

"The fighting and killing was the very reason the Triwizard Tournament was terminated—too many deaths, right, Batistuta?!"

"Yes," Barty Crouch replied in a curt voice, sparing with his words.

"If the restarted three-way championship remains the same as before, then what's the point of restarting it?"

Ludo Bagman stepped to the front of the crowd, smiling and opening his arms: "We should embrace friendship. The competition should be an activity that promotes friendship. The contest is to showcase the spirit of the three schools, but it should never be about fighting and being aggressive."

"Let's at least see more friendly interactions between the three academies in the first match after the restart."

Ludo Bagman's motives were not pure. After witnessing Sark's strength, he decided to bet his entire fortune on it. Knowing in advance that he was bound to win, he planned to win back everything he lost in the Quidditch World Cup, with interest!

Having learned of this information in advance, he could already imagine the despair on the fairies' faces at that moment.

What, four warriors? Four hundred warriors wouldn't matter! As long as that person wins!

Ludo, who was eager to leave, naturally hoped to waste as little time as possible.

"You don't have any objections, do you, Karkaroff?" Ludo stared at him threateningly. "You want the Triwizard Tournament to foster friendship among the three schools, right?!"

At this moment, Karkarov's face was ashen and his expression was grim, but in the end, he nodded with difficulty.

"Perhaps you think so too, Mrs. Maxim? I think the warriors of Beauxbatons would agree; fostering friendship is a wonderful thing."

When Madame Maxime saw Sarco kissing Fleur again, she couldn't help but grit her teeth. Was this the time for passionate kissing? Although in France, this was quite normal.

Even her own Warriors have surrendered, so what can she do even if she's unwilling to accept it?

"Then Battier, you go ahead and give the Warriors some pre-game guidance."

"Okay." Buddy Crouch said somewhat absentmindedly, as if he had just come to his senses. When he walked to the Warrior's side, people saw his haggard face and heavy dark circles under his eyes. He looked like he hadn't had a proper rest in a long time.

"The first challenge is to test your courage... The competition will take place on November 24th..."