Chapter 749 - 294: Cassandra Who Knows the Greater Good
Chapter 749: Chapter 294: Cassandra Who Knows the Greater Good
"So, are you planning to confess to a lady in such a noisy environment?"
Cassandra said this with her mouth, but her small hands were aimlessly playing with the cutlery on the table.
Logically, a lady wouldn’t do something so impolite, but who can blame her for being nervous right now?
Indeed, she was very nervous. Even though she appeared calm on the surface, being confessed to by someone she liked in such a setting, not even Cassandra could remain indifferent.
"What else could I do?" Harry rubbed his nose and asked Cassandra, "Or are you saying you want me to confess to you in front of everyone during my award speech? Actually, it’s not entirely impossible..."
"Let’s not." Cassandra snorted, "I’d rather you do it sneakily than announce it to the world. You may not care about saving face, but I do..."
Additionally, Cassandra added, "If you dare to do that, I’ll leave the hall immediately!"
When she said this, Cassandra was extremely serious.
Harry just thought Cassandra was being shy, so he diverted the topic with a laugh.
However, Cassandra was considering Harry’s situation. If it were any other day, it wouldn’t matter, but today, with reporters present, and Vivi sitting at the guest of honor’s seat, if Harry confessed in front of so many people, what about Vivi?
Although she wasn’t very fond of that Grindelwald girl, she couldn’t put Harry in a difficult situation.
Harry was also pondering that he should find a more formal occasion to confirm his relationship with Cassandra.
This setting was too hasty; his godfather once said that women need a sense of ceremony. If you max out the sense of ceremony, it doesn’t really matter how it turns out.
"It’s time to start the banquet." Ron exclaimed, "Look, Dumbledore and the others are coming over. I’m suddenly a bit hungry now."
"You just had seven drumsticks for dinner, Ron." Bill said beside him, "Can’t you eat a little less? I don’t want my dear brother turning from Ronald into Ronaaaald."
Ron sniffed; if it were the Twins or Percy saying this, he would have retaliated without mercy.
But the problem is, the one who said it was his big brother.
Everyone knows that a good big brother holds a certain dominance over his younger siblings.
Mr. Weasley was always very busy with work, and Bill was much older, so when Mrs. Weasley was occupied with house chores, it was big brother Bill who managed these siblings, which made him very respected among them.
Even mischievous children like the Weasley Twins didn’t dare blatantly oppose their big brother’s orders.
What’s the Magic World Zhu Biao?
"Alright." Ron said, "But chicken doesn’t make you fat, and I don’t think having two more drumsticks is that big of a deal."
While speaking, Dumbledore had already reached the guest of honor seats.
The bustling whispers in the hall immediately quieted down — and this seemed to have a contagious effect, as the whispers became softer and softer until they vanished completely.
"Welcome, everyone." Dumbledore, after the hall fell silent, pointed his Magic Wand at his throat and cast an Amplification Spell.
After all, the hall was now magically expanded, almost as large as the Quidditch Pitch.
If he didn’t use Amplification Magic, people wouldn’t hear what he was saying.
"I am honored to have you all gathered here." Dumbledore continued, "This is Hogwarts’ honor, and the perfect conclusion to the Triwizard Tournament couldn’t have happened without your support. On behalf of all the teachers, students, and staff at Hogwarts, and every individual working diligently in the corners, I sincerely thank you all."
Applause sounded for Dumbledore’s flawless speech.
"He actually didn’t forget about the House-Elves..." Hermione wiped her eyes, "Jesus’ nails, Dumbledore truly lives up to being the Headmaster of Hogwarts!"
Jesus’ nails?
Harry glanced at Hermione oddly. What odd expressions did this girl start picking up at Hogwarts?
And applying them randomly elsewhere...
The phrases like "Merlin’s beard," "Merlin’s socks," have their roots...
But saying "Jesus’ nails," no, girl, aren’t you a Muggle?
Those nails of Jesus... are they Jesus’ own?
This joke is quite hellish indeed.
Jesus: You really only think about yourself, don’t you?
"Additionally, on behalf of all the judges of the Triwizard Tournament, I offer my most sincere congratulations to Harry Potter, the champion of the Triwizard Tournament! Let’s all congratulate him on winning this year’s Triwizard Tournament!"
Applause erupted again, along with cheers and whistles, coming as well.
After waiting for everyone to more or less finish applauding, Dumbledore gestured downward with his hand and cheerfully said, "Now, I announce that the banquet officially begins — I believe after waiting these few hours, everyone is a bit hungry, so... I won’t keep you any longer!"
With the sound of Dumbledore’s clap, a grand feast appeared before them instantly, filled with various sumptuous dishes.
"It doesn’t seem like British cuisine at all." Fleur muttered from not far away. She had somehow ended up beside Bill.
Having lost the Triwizard Tournament, Fleur didn’t actually internalize it.