Oh, the first time Cassandra and Harry were by the Black Lake, were they not setting off fireworks together?
Now Vivi has brought him to set off fireworks too, clearly with ill intentions; it's no wonder Cassandra isn't happy.
What he didn't know was that Vivi had privately approached Cassandra and talked to her about Harry.
Basically, the meaning was—I fancy Potter, I've already planned to date him, and I'm here to let you know.
This queen's triple move left Cassandra utterly stunned.
But due to her prideful nature, she just retorted disdainfully that since
you fancy Potter, then he's yours. He's merely a dispensable little follower to me.
However, that night, Cassandra cried herself to sleep on her pillow.
Harry saw these things in Cassandra's memories.
Yes, it was during the time they practiced Mind Reading together.
Victor and Fleur sat in the corner pretending to be invisible, completely unwilling to endure the public display of affection of Hogwarts' Warrior and the Great German Ministry of Magic's deputy minister and director of the International Magical Cooperation Department.
"What's wrong with you?"
Seeing Harry distracted, Vivi asked with concern.
"Nothing, just thinking about why Cassandra was so angry then." He said with a smile, "But that's all past, Cassandra wouldn't..."
At this moment, Lady Rita Skeeter walked in with her camera.
When she saw Harry sitting next to a pretty girl, her eyes lit up, but when she saw the girl's face clearly, she lost all enthusiasm.
Not...
Miss Grindelwald...
She quickly regained her composure.
As a journalist, she still had her journalistic ethics intact.
Oh, you say she wrote gossip, distorted facts, and sensationalized stories?
Isn't that a journalist's basic skill?
"Mr. Potter." Lady Skeeter sat opposite Harry and greeted Vivi, "Hello, dear Miss Grindelwald, it's a pleasure to meet you on this occasion."
"Lady Skeeter." Vivi nodded and smiled as she asked her, "It seems you plan to do an exclusive interview here, right? So... would you be willing to do an interview with me and Harry?"
Lady Skeeter evidently hadn't expected Vivi to allow her to do an exclusive interview, even one with Harry...
This could be a super gigantic news story, even more explosive than the entire Triwizard Tournament.
Just imagine, the romance of Hogwarts' Warrior, the British Magic World's Savior, and Miss Grindelwald...
Lady Skeeter didn't dare to think further, every cell in her body was now chanting, eagerly anticipating the start of this interview.
"Shall we start now?" Lady Skeeter asked with fiery eyes.
"Oh, no rush." Vivi said with a bright smile, "We have plenty of time, currently you need to interview the three Warriors, perhaps we can schedule another time, wouldn't you agree, Lady Skeeter?"
"Of course, absolutely!" Lady Skeeter replied happily, "I'll follow your arrangements, Miss Grindelwald."
Fleur looked as if she had seen a ghost, her swollen eyes big and puzzled as she looked at Lady Skeeter and Miss Grindelwald.
No way, such a difficult and troublesome woman, acting so obedient in front of you?!
She was truly surprised; she knew how difficult and exasperating Lady Rita Skeeter had been during her own interview.
Now she was being dainty before Miss Grindelwald, how could she not be amazed?
On the other hand, Victor showed no sign of being surprised; he seemed to have predicted this outcome long ago.
It made sense too; those with the name Grindelwald were certainly not easy characters.
Lady Skeeter quickly seemed to focus, perhaps due to Vivi's presence, she acted exceptionally serious, showing no intent of diving into secrets or distorting facts, which made Victor and Fleur somewhat uneasy.
Oh, to use Rita Skeeter's words, she describes these two as "Bulgarian beefcake" and "French Miss Enchantress."
In terms of verbal jabs, Lady Skeeter is comparable to Professor Snape, but her approach is more... hmm, indescribable.
After questioning Victor and Fleur, Lady Skeeter turned to Harry.
"Mr. Potter, as the only Warrior under seventeen for the Triwizard Tournament, what are your thoughts on it?" Lady Skeeter asked very formally.
"I am honored to participate in this Triwizard Tournament." Harry answered officially, "Hogwarts upholds principles of fairness, justice, and transparency in hosting this once-in-a-century grand event; as a fourth-year student involved, I think it is a matter of pride."
"Alright." Lady Skeeter asked again, "I heard during the first match, Durmstrang's Professor Karkaroff seemed unfair with your scores. What is your view on his scoring?"
"I always think of myself as not being made of Golden Galleons; it's impossible to be liked by everyone." Harry shrugged, "Everyone has their biases, and maybe my way is not Professor Karkaroff's preferred style, wouldn't you say?"
"Yes." Lady Skeeter nodded, asked, "Do you have anything you want to say to Professor Karkaroff?"
"Professor Karkaroff?" Harry thought, then said, "Well, just wish him good health."
After finishing the interview, Lady Skeeter gazed at Vivi before bidding farewell to the Warriors and exiting the tent.
"Quite apparent." Harry shrugged, "She was very tense, right?"
Vivi chuckled softly behind her hand.
At this moment, Mr. Bagman entered.
"Hello, esteemed Miss Grindelwald." Mr. Bagman first greeted Vivi.
After Vivi nodded, Mr. Bagman told the Warriors, "The match is about to begin, Warriors—prepare yourselves, this match is different from the previous ones, you don't need to go out one by one... I mean, you can all head out together to compete, understood?"
The three Warriors nodded.
"Alright then, let's go out together." Mr. Bagman finished and left the tent.
Following Mr. Bagman, they arrived by the edge of the Black Lake, standing before a temporary wooden platform.
The platform wasn't high, and though called a platform, it was less than five feet from the water's surface.
After settling the Warriors, Mr. Bagman applied an Amplification Spell to himself.
"Listen up everyone, our Warriors are now in place. Once I blow the whistle, the second task will start. They have a full hour to recover what's been taken from them... I'll count to three, one... two... three!"
The sharp whistle split through the chilly, still air, sparking cheers and applause from the stands.
Harry wasn't concerned about the other Warriors' actions; he unhurriedly took out his magic wand and aimed at the Black Lake.
A purple sphere emerged from Harry's wand, descending into the lake.
With a loud bang, water splashed tens of meters high, as if the whole Black Lake had taken flight.
"Whoa—"
Amazement echoed around the venue.
Nobody anticipated Harry wouldn't dive in but instead used such... such explosive magic.