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

The next morning.

Sakho pushed open the door to the Hufflepuff common room with a refreshed expression.

As soon as he reached the door of his dormitory, Sako saw a mountain of gifts piled up at his door.

He didn't come back last night, so the gifts the little badgers had prepared for him were left here. Seeing this, Sakho was still very happy.

He pushed open the door, waved his wand, and the hundreds of gifts flew into the room, then were opened one by one in front of him.

The vast majority of the greeting cards were handwritten, as time was short. However, the sentiment was conveyed, which was a wonderful thing. Sarko didn't care about the value of the cards; he truly regarded money as dirt.

They carefully put away the congratulations from their classmates. Some of the gift boxes contained their handmade pastries and desserts, which was something the Hufflepuff badgers were good at. Most of the owners of some of the most famous dessert and confectionery shops in the English wizarding world were Hufflepuff alumni, as were many well-known potions shops. The academy that produces the most great merchants is not just a casual remark.

Sakho was in a better mood than before after opening a bunch of gifts when he got back in the morning.

After taking a shower and changing into a new robe, Saco went to the common room and sat in front of the fireplace to eat some snacks for breakfast, while waiting for Rachel, who had run away yesterday.

That girl really got Fleur killed last night. Veela is naturally alluring, but she doesn't have the strength of a giant. She's all talk and no action, but her body is still quite weak. When Saco sent her back to Beauxbatons' carriage today, Fleur's voice was so hoarse she could barely speak. Luckily, she drank a potion and will be fine after a rest and a good night's sleep.

Before long, Hufflepuff students came out of their dormitories one after another, and when they saw Sakho in the common room, they excitedly gathered around.

Sakho laid out all the snacks he had opened that morning on the table, along with two buckets of butterbeer. So the badgers decided to skip breakfast in the Great Hall and started celebrating in the common room instead.

As more and more people arrived, the laughter grew louder and louder. In just half an hour, almost all the Hufflepuff students had arrived at the common room, filling the spacious area to the brim. The aroma of various foods wafted out, and someone had baked several batches of hot, fresh honey cakes in a large oven. It was said that they used the Honey Duke's secret recipe, and the sweet smell was incredibly tempting.

Last night's gathering, which was somewhat incomplete due to Sakho's absence, began again. Sakho, who had contributed the ingredients from his pocket, was eagerly anticipating the moment the oversized seafood pizza would come out of the oven.

As the atmosphere of the banquet heated up, the little badgers began to inquire about the fourth warrior from the previous night.

When this was mentioned, even the usually kind-hearted badgers couldn't help but feel indignant. Hufflepuffs didn't like competing for honors because it was troublesome. Being in the spotlight felt good, but it also made them targets for sabotage, especially since there was a house called Slytherin in Hogwarts.

These guys, when playing Quidditch, will resort to dirty tricks like putting people in sacks off the field to win. The little badgers aren't afraid, but they're still disgusting. So the Hufflepuffs are pretty laid-back about the House Cup; they win it every year anyway, they just haven't won it many times.

But the Triwizard Tournament is different. Putting aside the fact that this competition only comes once every five years, the fact that this year's Triwizard Tournament is the first one to start after a century is enough to make people pay attention.

If the Warriors weren't Hufflepuff's, they wouldn't care, but now that they are, they won't just give up like they did with the College Cup.

"You don't need to think that way."

Sakho continued to speak cheerfully to the students surrounding him.

"Harry didn't use any illegal means to 'steal honor.' When I met him, he was even more confused than you are. To be honest, this time of year wasn't good for Harry."

"Why do you say that, Sako?"

"The Triwizard Tournament was shut down due to the high death toll. Even if the first edition is restarted with more security measures, the risks are still too great for a fourth-grader to handle. You'll probably understand this when you see the first competition."

"Simply put, having a fourth-grade student participate in the competition is actually a form of indirect murder. The warrior chosen by the Goblet of Fire will sign a very powerful magical contract with it, almost an unbreakable oath. The Goblet of Fire is an item with extremely strong magical power. The result of violating the contract is being devoured by the magic of the Goblet of Fire. The outcome may be worse than being killed by some monster in the competition."

"Besides—" Sakho stood up from his chair, "Give me some trust, I'm really strong."

"Whether it's Harry, or the warriors of Beauxbatons and Durmstrang, the outcome of the competition was already decided when I entered it."

"Didn't you see I took down the Beauxbatons on my very first day here?"

A burst of good-natured laughter erupted from the crowd.

"Where did you go last night?" someone shouted from the crowd.

"Of course, we'll subdue the warriors of Beauxbatons. By the way, I have some good news for you: she's happy to act as a bridge between Beauxbatons and Hogwarts. We'll have a get-together with Beauxbatons next Saturday."

"Alas!"

A cheer erupted from the crowd. Fleur wasn't the only girl at Beauxbatons; over two-thirds of the nearly twenty students who came were girls. Although it was a co-educational school, Beauxbatons was clearly dominated by women, which was understandable, given the saying that "the toughest French men all died at Verdun," and the intensity of the Triwizard Tournament was indeed very high.

"What about Durmstrang? Can they send Viktor Krum too?"

A female fan of Krum shouted at Sakho.

"Then you'll have to ask Harry. Maybe in a couple of days when the weather is nice, you'll see the two of them riding broomsticks and having a Quidditch match in the sky."

"Maybe now!"

Sarko's voice rose a notch.

"We should be thinking about how to win over the girl in Beauxbatons next Saturday. Show us what you've got!"

A louder cheer and laughter erupted, bringing the lively morning gathering to a close.

Meanwhile, Harry, who had just returned from outside the castle, breathed a sigh of relief.

Ron's words last night were a significant blow to him, but fortunately, there were still people at Hogwarts who were willing to believe him.

At the entrance to the Great Hall, he saw Hermione and Cho.

They both believed that Harry hadn't put his name in on his own, but that someone had orchestrated the whole thing. At the same time, Cho's opinion of Hermione had changed a bit. She hadn't liked Harry and Hermione's close relationship before; girls always get jealous. But today, before Harry arrived, the two had a good talk.

Cho heard a long story and began to understand the friendship between Harry and Hermione. They had been through so much together during their three years at Hogwarts.

After hearing everything from the Philosopher's Stone to Sirius Black, Cho Chang became even more convinced that Harry's selection this time was definitely orchestrated by someone with ill intentions, perhaps even by Peter Pettigrew.

Hermione went to the library, while Harry, who was returning to the Great Hall with Cho, saw a large group of Hufflepuff students arriving together. They hadn't eaten much at the morning feast, so they came to the Great Hall to fill their stomachs.

"Harry, I heard you're going to practice Quidditch with Viktor?"

A few excited girls ran up to Harry from the Hufflepuff group and started chattering away.

"When is it? Can we go over and take a look? Could you help us get his autograph?"

Contrary to expectations of being "furious," Harry was rather bewildered by the situation.

"We were saying before...we'd go out and play ball together when the weather's nice..."

"How's the afternoon going? The weather's sure to be great this afternoon!"

"Well..." Harry scratched his head. "I'll ask him later and see if he's free."

Watching the Hufflepuff girls walk away, Harry turned to Cho and said, "I thought they'd completely stopped liking me after last night..."

"It should be Sakho." Zhang Qiu quickly figured out the reason; the clues weren't hard to see.

"Looks like I owe him another favor."

Harry grinned. "But it's fine this way."