Harry returns from Hogwarts Legacy

Chapter 298 We are the champions!
No matter how the Death Eaters try to wipe them out, that's not something Harry needs to worry about right now.

He said goodbye to Vivi, walked to the Goblet of Fire lying not far away, bent down, and picked up the goblet.

The sensation of his belly button returned, and Harry felt a dizzying spin again before finding himself in the center of the arena.

The moment Harry appeared with the Goblet of Fire, waves of cheers erupted from all around the arena.

Mr. Weasley couldn't help but stand up and applaud Harry vigorously.

Sirius Black, who was standing next to him, also stood up, pointing at Harry with both hands, looking extremely happy.

At the same time, the band began playing Harry's MVP music.

Some students put their hands to their mouths and whistled to celebrate for Harry.

The Gryffindor students cheered and rushed down from the stands to the center of the field.

The Weasley twins led the way, still holding their Flintpins, followed by Cedric, the Hufflepuff boy who looked happier than anyone else.

Hagrid, sitting next to Madam Maxim, was also applauding Harry, shouting, "I knew you could do it! Harry! The Blasttail didn't stop you! Well done!"

Harry raised the Goblet of Fire high, canceling the Portkey spell on it, and showed his love to the surrounding area in a 360-degree-plus-degree arc.

The cheers grew even louder, and by this time, the Gryffindor students had rushed to the center of the field.

Behind the Weasley twins followed war correspondent Colin Crevey with a camera, who tried to squeeze through the twins but unfortunately failed.

However, the twins quickly noticed their junior's embarrassment. They exchanged a glance, turned around, and each put one leg on his shoulder.

"That's it, war correspondent!" Fred shouted. "You should have stood higher to capture Harry's heroic figure—the Triwizard Tournament champion! A hero from Gryffindor! Your name will be etched in Hogwarts history!"

"Looks like he'll be getting another special contribution award for the school!" George didn't hold back his praise. "Quick, take a few more pictures, Colin! And remember to take some photos of us with this hero of heroes; I need to send them to my son!"

Ron had already swung his arm and rushed to Harry's side. He, Seamus, and Neville exchanged a glance and then burst into laughter.

They reached out and lifted Harry up, raising him high into the air.

"Come on, Malfoy!" Ron called back.

At this moment, Draco completely forgot about showing Ron the Venom. He excitedly walked over and grabbed Harry's arm.

“Crawb! Goyle!” Draco called back to his two henchmen, “Come with me—you don’t get many chances to throw Harry Potter into the air…”

Upon hearing this, everyone around them lit up, but Crabbe and Goyle remained unmoved, slowly shuffling towards them.

What does it matter if there's a chance to throw Harry Potter around, or if there are cakes and cookies?
Hmm, will there be a victory celebration later? Mr. Potter won the Triwizard Tournament, so theoretically, Hogwarts, as the host, should definitely hold a grand victory celebration banquet, right? They definitely will, won't they?

Thinking about it this way, Crabbe and Goyle realized that it wasn't entirely out of the question to join in the celebration—for the brave warrior who had gotten Hogwarts to host a victory feast!
Salute!

"Come here!" Draco turned around and glanced at his two dawdling henchmen. "Hey... Blaise, Theodore! You two come here! Hurry up!"

The people he was calling for were Blaise Zabini and Theodore Nott. The two were originally a staunch Death Eater family, but as Voldemort lost power and Harry rose to prominence, they gradually lost their loyalty to Voldemort.

Pure-blood families, like some other families, are extremely skilled at playing the game of subjugating the Qing with the righteous and subjugating the Qing with the righteous.

What's that saying again? There are no thousand-year-old dark lords, but there are thousand-year-old pure-blood families.

Hearing Draco's call, the two Slytherin students rushed over, eager to get acquainted with Harry.

They certainly knew about Voldemort's plan; their families had discussed it with them, but had instructed them not to leak any information.

If Harry doesn't come back, then we'll choose to follow Voldemort—but if Harry does come back, then we'll have to reassess Voldemort's worth.

You, two dark demons, with so many Death Eaters following you, couldn't even take down a fourth-year student. Dozens of people fought against one and you were killed. Are you still a dark demon?
Stop being a villain, go home!

Harry was lifted up by the crowd, still clutching the Goblet of Fire in his hand.

"You must catch me!" he cried out. "You must catch me!"

He wasn't afraid of being thrown off, since casting spells without a staff was still possible—it was all for the sake of livening things up.

"Don't worry, Harry!" everyone shouted. "We'll definitely catch you! Here you go!"

Harry felt a sudden loss of balance as his classmates tossed him high into the air, then caught him again and lifted him into the air once more.

“What a vibrant youth…” Professor McGonagall clapped her hands, shaking her head from the stands, but her face was full of kindness.

“Who says otherwise?” Professor Flitwick clapped and laughed. “This feeling is really not bad, Minerva—I have a feeling that Harry will become the greatest wizard of the next century!”

“Yes,” Professor Sprout nodded, not forgetting to annoy Snape again, “What do you think, Severus?”

The only response she received was a hum.

Professor Sprout and Professor Flitwick exchanged a glance and then burst into laughter.

After a while, seeing Dumbledore and Vivi return to the field, Mr. Bagman knew the time was right. He cleared his throat and cast an amplification spell on himself.

"Alright, students, please return to your seats in an orderly fashion. After all, we still need to announce the final champion of the Triwizard Tournament, don't we?"

"Oh, oh, oh, oh!" The students hurriedly put Harry down and returned to their seats. Their faces were flushed with excitement as they chattered excitedly with the students around them about the winner of the Triwizard Tournament.

This is a once-in-a-century event! To witness such a grand occasion and to see the champion belong to Hogwarts is something they will talk about for the rest of their lives.

Even the seventh-year students were the same. Although they could have graduated long ago, they chose to stay at Hogwarts to witness the final project and watch the award ceremony for Harry.

Harry gripped the trophy and looked up at the VIP seats.

Dumbledore was applauding him, as was Vivi, and Karkaroff, who was not far away, finally stopped looking at him with a bitter and resentful gaze and started applauding him happily.

what happened?
Harry was a little surprised. Hadn't Karkaroff always disliked him? Why was he clapping for him and acting so happy?

This isn't magic!

What he didn't know was that before this, Karkaroff had been troubled by the sudden onset of the Black Mark, the excruciating feeling of which caused him great pain.

He had held on until now, but shortly after Viktor returned, this feeling suddenly disappeared. As a Death Eater, Karkaroff knew all too well what this meant.

It must be this Hogwarts student who dealt with Voldemort, this root of trouble, once again—even if he wasn't completely eradicated, he was severely weakened, otherwise the Dark Mark wouldn't have stopped causing trouble so easily.

Therefore, based on this principle, Karkaroff would also genuinely applaud the Hogwarts' champions.

Not for any other reason than that he helped me eliminate such a huge threat!
"Well, at this exciting moment, the Triwizard Tournament has come to a perfect end," Mr. Bagman said emotionally, standing beside the VIP seats. "We are overjoyed to welcome the ultimate winner of the Triwizard Tournament—he has passed the trials of the fire dragon and the tests of the mermaid, and finally, surrounded by numerous traps, he has passed the final trial of the maze—let us congratulate him, let us shout his name aloud, his name is—"

"Harry Potter!" A deafening shout echoed throughout the venue. "Harry Potter! Harry Potter!"

The noise grew louder and louder until Mr. Bagman had to call a halt in time.

"Then, let us congratulate the ultimate champion of this Triwizard Tournament—the hero from Hogwarts, Harry Potter!"

As Mr. Bagman's voice faded, clusters of trailing flames rose from all directions of the venue, ascending into the air and exploding with a bang, scattering into a sky full of fiery blossoms!
Fleur and Viktor sat there, looking at Harry with envy, surrounded by the sounds of cheers and fireworks.

(Sound of fireworks)

After the cheers subsided, it was time for the awards ceremony.

"Let us now welcome our special guest for this Triwizard Tournament, one of the most outstanding graduates in the history of Hogwarts, and Minister of Magic of the Greater German Ministry, Ms. Veratia Elizabeth Emmari Grindelwald, to present the awards to the champions of this Triwizard Tournament!"

As Mr. Bagman spoke, he stepped aside and gestured to Ms. Grindelwald, who was seated in the main seat.

Yes, after becoming Minister of Magic, Vivi's title was automatically upgraded to "Lady," and no longer the slightly naive "Miss."

"Do we really need so many people for an awards ceremony?" Cassandra sat there, clapping as she tilted her head and complained to Papiyas.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah!" Papi kept sniffing and picking at his nails; the sour smell almost filled the entire arena.

Vivi stood up, bowed slightly to everyone, and then accepted the commemorative trophy symbolizing this Triwizard Tournament from a pretty girl next to Mr. Bagman.

The trophy was a one-to-one replica of the Goblet of Fire, and it felt quite heavy in my hand; it must have been made of some kind of precious metal.

Anyway, it's not gold wrapped in silver.

She took the trophy and walked up to Harry.

"Harry," Vivi smiled sweetly, handing the trophy to Harry with both hands, "Congratulations on becoming the champion of this year's Triwizard Tournament!"

“Thank you,” Harry said with a smile, then asked, “Are you just going to give me this trophy as a celebration?”

“Of course you’ll get your share.” Vivi gave him a flirtatious glare. “But not now—be careful Cassandra sees what I do to you, she’ll be so angry her boobs will explode—oh no, she doesn’t have boobs, and they won’t explode.”

"Even at a time like this, why don't you still remember to tease her?" Harry asked with a chuckle. Vivi was always so childish when she met Cassandra.

"Who told her to give me canary cookies?" Vivi snorted. "I haven't forgotten that... Alright, are you just going to let me hold it like this?"

"Oh." Harry then accepted the trophy.

At the same time, fireworks rose again and exploded in the sky, making the couple appear even more romantic.

“I shouldn’t be here,” Cassandra said, pouting. “I think I should be under the Thestral carriage, watching those two being so lovey-dovey!”

“Come on,” Papi said, clapping her hands. “We should be happy, don’t you think? Right?”

"Let us congratulate him once again!" Mr. Bagman's voice rang out again, "Congratulations to the champion of this year's Triwizard Tournament—Harry Potter!"

Cheers erupted in waves until everyone's voices were hoarse from shouting. Mr. Bagman announced again, "To celebrate the successful conclusion of this year's Triwizard Tournament, Hogwarts has prepared a grand banquet for everyone—please leave in an orderly fashion and return to the Great Hall of Hogwarts... Rest assured, Hogwarts has made ample preparations this time, and the Great Hall has been temporarily expanded to accommodate everyone dining together—of course, this is also thanks to the efforts of our house-elves. Well then, I declare this year's Triwizard Tournament officially over. Please leave!"

Amid cheers and commotion, the audience descended from the stands and headed toward the Great Hall of Hogwarts.

Harry was the same; Ron and Hermione were with him, both of them excitedly asking him what he had encountered in the maze.

“I encountered a lot,” Harry said. “There was Hagrid’s Blasttail, and a Sphinx that made a temporary appearance—oh, and Viktor was captured by a giant spider and trapped in a cocoon… When I rescued him, I was thinking how lucky Ron wasn’t in the tournament, otherwise that giant spider would have given him quite a psychological trauma.”

“You’re right, buddy!” Ron couldn’t stand the thought. “A giant spider, and it even trapped Viktor in its cocoon. I hope the poor guy won’t develop any trauma from spiders!”

(End of this chapter)