Chapter 745 - 292: We Are the Champions!
Chapter 745: Chapter 292: We Are the Champions!
No matter how the Death Eaters are dealt with, it is not Harry’s concern right now.
He bid farewell to Vivi, walked over to the Flame Cup lying nearby, bent down, and picked up the cup.
The tugging sensation at his navel appeared once more, and Harry felt a whirl again, then appeared at the center of the venue.
The moment Harry emerged holding the Flame Cup, cheers rose wave after wave around the venue.
Mr. Weasley, unable to contain himself, stood up and clapped vigorously for Harry.
Sirius beside him also stood up, pointing at Harry with both hands and looking extremely delighted.
Meanwhile, the band started playing Harry’s MVP music.
Some students put their hands to their mouths, whistling in celebration for Harry.
Gryffindor students began cheering as they walked down the stands, surging toward the center of the venue.
The Weasley Twins led the charge, holding Feiliba Fireworks, followed by Cedric, the big Hufflepuff boy, who looked happier than anyone.
Hagrid, sitting next to Mrs. Maxim, also clapped for Harry, shouting, "I knew you could do it! Harry! The Exploding Snail couldn’t stop you! Well done!"
Harry raised the Flame Cup high, cancels the Door Key magic on it, and displayed a three hundred and sixty-degree plus one degree of enthusiasm to the surroundings.
The cheers grew even more intense, and by this time, Gryffindor students had already reached the middle of the venue.
Following the Weasley Twins was Colin Creevey, the war correspondent holding a camera, trying to squeeze through the brothers but unfortunately failing.
However, the twins quickly noticed their junior’s awkwardness; they exchanged a glance, turned back, and each took a leg to lift him onto their shoulders.
"Like this, war correspondent!" Fred shouted loudly, "Stand higher, so you can capture Harry’s majestic presence — the Triwizard Tournament champion! The Gryffindor warrior! Your name shall forever grace Hogwarts’ history!"
"Looks like he will once again receive the Special Contribution Award to Hogwarts!" George was generous with his praise, "Take more pictures quickly, Colin, after you finish, remember to take some group photos with us and this champion among champions, I want to send them to my son —"
Ron had already been swinging his arms and rushed to Harry’s side; he exchanged a look with Seamus and Neville nearby and broke into strange laughter.
They reached out to lift Harry up, raising him high into the air.
"Come lend a hand! Malfoy!" Ron didn’t forget to call back.
At this moment, Draco completely forgot to show any venom to Ron, eagerly walked over and grabbed one of Harry’s arms.
"Crabbe! Gall!" Draco also called to his two cronies, "Quick, come over here with me — opportunities to throw Harry Potter into the air don’t come often..."
Upon hearing this, the surrounding people’s eyes lit up, but Crabbe and Gall weren’t moved, slowly shuffling over.
What opportunity to throw Harry Potter, are small cakes and cookies more important?
Ah, will there be a celebration banquet later? Mr. Potter has won the Triwizard Tournament, and theoretically, as the host, Hogwarts should host a grand celebration banquet, right? Certainly will, right?
Thinking of this, Crabbe and Gall felt that they might as well join in the celebration — for the warrior who could prompt Hogwarts to host a celebration banquet!
Salute!
"Come on!" Draco looked back at the two dawdling henchmen, "Hey... Bruce, Theodore! You two come over! Quick!"
He was calling Bruce Zabini and Theodore Nott, both originally from staunch Death Eater families, but as Voldemort’s influence waned and Harry gradually rose, they began losing loyalty to Voldemort.
Pure-blood Clans, familiar with the art of switching allegiances as circumstances change.
What’s the saying? There’s no thousand-year Dark Demon King, but there are thousand-year Pure-blood Clans.
Upon hearing Draco’s call, two Slytherin students squeezed over, aiming to get acquainted with Harry.
They actually knew Voldemort’s plan, their families had briefed them but instructed them not to disclose any inside information.
If Harry didn’t return, they’d follow Voldemort — but if Harry returned, then they’d have to reassess Voldemort’s value.
Think about it, two Dark Demon Kings, following so many Death Eaters, yet couldn’t take down a fourth-year student, dozens against one, got themselves counter-killed, are you really a Dark Demon King?
Stop being a Dark Demon King, go home!
Harry was hoisted up by the crowd, still clutching the Flame Cup.
"You must catch me!" He shouted, "Make sure to catch me!"
He wasn’t afraid of falling, since Wandless Magic still worked — to liven up the mood.
"Don’t worry, Harry!" Everyone shouted, "We’ll definitely catch you! Away you go!"
Harry only felt a centrifugal sensation as he was tossed high by the students, then caught by seven or eight hands, and soared again.
"Such lively youth..." Professor McGonagall clapped, shaking her head on the stands, her face full of kindness.
"Who wouldn’t say so?" Next to her, Professor Flitwick clapped and laughed, "The feeling is great indeed, Minerva — I have a premonition, Harry will certainly become the greatest wizard of the next century!"