Before dawn, the cold, grayish white light pierced the fog in the forest bit by bit, and this unknown conversation was coming to an end.

"Master, the newspaper says that the Longbottoms are ready, and they will accuse me..." the figure lying on the ground whispered.

"Time will erase all traces. Haven't they forgotten my reputation? How many people have crawled at my feet and kissed my robe?" Voldemort whispered.

Batty Crouch's body suddenly trembled, like an invisible whip whipped on his body.

But Voldemort ignored him and said lazily: "I want to share with you an insight that magic is power. Do you know why extracting memory and vomiting agents cannot be used as evidence in court? It is because it is unreliable that these methods can be deceived by skilled wizards. I ask you - were you caught on the spot?"

"No, no," Barty Crouch Jr. whispered.

Voldemort sneered twice, "That's it. There are so many ways to deny their accusations, compound decoctions, forgetting curse, confusion curse... The key is whether there is a witness who is worth enough!"

"If Dumbledore comes forward to identify you, it will be troublesome, but an ordinary Auror couple? Don't forget that their own memories are glued together, how credible is it?"

Barty Crouch's face turned rosy due to excitement.

"Ideally, as planned, I will be successfully resurrected, recruit old subordinates in the dark, and accumulate strength. After you kill Moody, you will inherit the reputation and relationships of old Crouch and enter the Ministry of Magic... At that time," he whispered: "You will receive incomparable glory, the position of Minister of Magic, but the most inconspicuous reward."

"Your will is my mission, master."

...

The sun finally came out, and the fog in the forest completely disappeared without leaving any trace. The camp became lively.

Felix didn't sleep for long. He always felt that Barty Crouch was not sure about his purpose. He thought for a long time, but had no clue. When it was dawn, he saw Cremy coming out of the compartment, holding a cup of hot cocoa, holding a thin blanket in his other hand, squinting his eyes, and yawning.

"Why, can't sleep?"

Cremy blinked and saw Felix sitting on the sofa, "Professor, why don't you turn on the light?" She walked to the table where she was dining yesterday and patted a magic lamp in the shape of a bronze eagle. It flapped its wings and flew into the air to spit out a ball of light, and the tent lit up instantly.

She sat opposite Felix, covered herself with a blanket, and couldn't help but yawn again, "I'm oh, I really can't sleep. I'm going to wait a little longer and go back to the company to sleep. When will we leave?"

"You can go anytime you want," Felix said gently. "We don't need the door key, just move the phantom away," he looked at the other two simply separated rooms in the tent, "Wait for Remus and Arik."

Cremy held the thin blanket and drank the hot cocoa, chatting all the time.

"When the vacation is over, I will go back to Gringot to hand over the work... It's a pity that I have made many friends in Egypt." She said something interesting with her fingers, "By the way," she suddenly asked with interest: "Professor, did Bill call your nickname in person - the wandering Sphinx?"

"……No."

"This nickname is very interesting, why is no one calling it?" Cremy showed a regretful expression. "I heard someone in the company call you Snake King behind his back. I don't think it's good, it's easy for people to think of Snake Monster..."

"Yes, I can't care what others say." Felix made a cup of tea for himself, and said leisurely.

Before she knew it, Cremy had drunk all the hot cocoa, and she stared at Felix's tea. "Do you want to try it?" Felix asked, and Cremy hesitated, "I heard that I won't sleep after drinking..."

At this moment, a low female voice came from outside the door: "Is it Mr. Felix Hepp inside? I am Olim Maxim from the Busbaton Magic School in France."

Felix showed a surprised expression, "Wait, ma'am." He stood up and leaned out his hand while walking towards the door, "Swoosh!" A coat flew out of the room, put it on him, and flexibly tied the buttons.

Cremy also slipped back to the room with a blanket and an empty cup.

Walking out of the tent, she saw a tall woman. Unlike the one she saw in the middle of the night, she obviously dressed up and wrapped herself in a blue sable dress from head to toe, her hair was combed behind her back, tied into a shiny black bun, and an opal necklace around her neck.

"Madam Maxim?" Felix tentatively said the title he had heard by chance.

Maxim smiled elegantly, and she reached out her hand. Felix was stunned for a moment, grabbed it gently, and touched the back of her hand with his lips.

"Mr. Hepp," said Mrs. Maxim. "Please forgive me for taking a chance on visiting, but we are leaving during the day, and I really don't want to miss the meeting with the new school director."

"Have Boothbaton got the news?"

"There is a list of school directors in the principal's office. When Mr. Nick Lemay passed away, I saw your name appear on it." Mrs. Maxim said sadly.

"So you are the principal of Boothbaton."

They walked into the tent, and Mrs. Maxim sat in Cremy's position, who occupied the entire sofa alone and had to put her legs on her side.

Felix took out the empty teacup and placed it in front of the two of them. While directing the teapot to pour tea, he said, "Actually, I had thought of Boothpaton to check it out, but I heard that some of the details of the championship have not been finalized, and there are many objections, so I did not leave in order to avoid suspicion."

Mrs. Maxim said: "Every triple competition is a huge trouble, not to mention that there are two more schools. The Ministry of Magic is not very happy..."

Felix knew that she should be talking about the French Ministry of Magic.

"At least the general direction should be determined. Is there any difficult choice?"

Mrs. Maxim took a sip of tea and said carelessly: "The general direction is certain, but the details cannot be careless, because if you agree this time, it is very likely to be an example of the next time."

"Every school has its own ideas, and the same is true for every Ministry of Magic. We must confirm all the rules before igniting the Goblet of Fire."

"Is the United States and Africa that have put forward unacceptable conditions?" Felix asked.

He really didn't pay much attention to the progress of the championship, but when he went to the Fire Dragon Reserve, he heard Charlie Weasley's captain mention it. It is said that Fudge made many compromises in order to spread the influence of the event from Europe.

"Whether the competition location is determined first or in Europe, in order, it's Hogwarts' turn this time," said Mrs. Maxim. "Ifamoni and Vagado can only line up in the back."

Felix nodded. He knew that the Trio Championship had been held in turns before it was suspended.

"As for the specific events of the competition, it will be decided by the Ministry of Magic where the competition is located, that is, the Ministry of Magic of the United Kingdom, which will keep us confidential throughout the process." At this point, she paused and hummed a nasal voice, "Dumbledore must know, but I believe in his character..."

"What we principals can participate in the decision are those more subtle places, such as the number of participants, the age of the contestants, the ban on magic, and other details. The controversy is also here."

“What about?”

"Ifamoni asked for an increase in the number of people, saying that they have four academies, each of which has to choose at least one warrior."

Felix laughed in silence: "Isn't it a Goblet of Fire to choose the Warriors? They still want to do it for you?"

Mrs. Maxim nodded and said: "They do have this idea, but Boothbaton, Hogwarts and Demstrong strongly disagree, so they gave up."

"There is also the self-transformation of Vagado," she pursed her lips and said in a little frightened. "It was only after I got to know that they actually mastered the human deformation magic that was very similar to Animagus. Nearly one-third of Vagado students in the grade can transform into leopards and elephants, not to mention that those elite students can do more..."

"Self-transformation? I've heard of this magic, but it shouldn't destroy the balance of the game, right?"

"It depends on how you look at it." Mrs. Maxim explained: "The advantages of some animals are not possessed by humans. For example, if a certain level is comparable to speed, Navagado's students naturally have the advantage."

"But this doesn't mean anything. I can only say that the students of Vagado showed their own characteristics." Felix didn't think there was any problem.

"Do you know the time the students of Vagado spend on this magic?" asked Mrs. Maxim.

"Is it a long one?" Felix guessed.

"At least three to five years of study," said Mrs. Maxim. "They entered school at the age of ten, and after a year of observation, they chose the right direction themselves, usually two or three subjects, with three or four as minors. When they reach the senior year, they will focus all their energy on the main subjects."

"For example, a little wizard can get in touch with all the knowledge of self-deformation from the second grade, and start preparing and practicing, and then after several years of uninterrupted practice until he has completed his studies. Even those who have the extra effort can choose the second form and the third form."

"It's really unique." Felix nodded. The principal of Vacatu should think that this is the knowledge that students must master, so they do so. It's somewhat similar to the suggestions he gave to Dumbledore, but if you really want to analyze it, the difference is quite big.

“Where is the controversy?”

"If it's nothing wrong, but what about comparing Wagado with Demstrong? Wagado's students took magic to participate in the competition with years of magic, without any restrictions, while Demstrong's students had to endure the inability to use the best black magic. Kakarov certainly disagrees. They lost too many times in the past, so they don't want to be embarrassed anymore."

Felix knew that this was the key to the problem. The championship represents honor, and the unprecedented five-team championship represents unprecedented honor. The championship is destined to be recorded in history and circulated for many years.
Chapter completed!