Upon hearing Fleur's words, Mrs. Maxim smiled kindly.
"Child," she said, "you must know that the Triwizard Tournament is not only an event held by three schools together, but also an ancient tradition. The British Magic World has made many preparations for this Triwizard Tournament. Do you think media workers will pass up this opportunity?"
"A chance to make big news," Harry muttered softly.
"What did you say, child?" Mrs. Maxim didn't hear what Harry was muttering.
"Nothing, I was just thinking one must be cautious of these reporters," Harry said quickly, "You know, reporters always like to make a big news to catch people's eyes."
"That I hadn't thought of," Mrs. Maxim nodded, "But I've heard your country's Prophet Daily likes to embellish their reports, even fabricating facts to attract attention..."
"But their commentary on the Ministry of Magic is indeed classic," Harry glanced at Mr. Crouch with ambiguous eyes, lightly saying, "The British Ministry of Magic is undoubtedly superior because they overcame difficulties that don't exist in other countries…"
Victor lowered his head, tightly pursing his lips, trying not to laugh out loud.
Fleur looked upward, trying to recall the most painful things she had experienced in her life.
In contrast, Mr. Bagman was much more relaxed. He exchanged a glance with Dumbledore, and both burst into hearty laughter.
"This is slander, Mr. Potter, utterly and thoroughly slander," Mr. Crouch said, displeased.
"It's indeed humorous, isn't it?" Harry shrugged.
"Alright." Dumbledore cleared his throat and said to them: "You can go back now and have a good night's sleep to relax, alright? Tomorrow morning, we still have some matters waiting for us - in addition, especially you, Harry, I think your fellow Gryffindors are eager to share in your joy of becoming a Hogwarts Warrior."
As he spoke, Dumbledore winked at Harry.
Harry almost felt it turned his stomach.
Come on, Headmaster, you should save that mischievous humor for Gellert.
After bidding farewell to the three headmasters, the two other warriors, and Mr. Bagman and Mr. Crouch, Harry left the cabin and returned to his loyal Gryffindor Common Room.
"I heard Gryffindor got a warrior?" Lady Pang was not rushing for a password, "I just heard about this big news, really well done, Mr. Potter - so, the password."
"I'm the Gryffindor warrior, and you're still asking me for the password?" Harry felt a bit existential, "You clearly know who I am!"
"Yes, of course I know who you are, but rules are rules." Lady Pang cleared her throat, glanced around, and seeing the paintings weren't paying attention, she said to herself: "Oh, the password is 'Warrior', then you can come in, Mr. Potter."
Saying so, she made way for Harry to pass through.
"Thank you," Harry said with a smile and crawled into the Gryffindor Common Room.
As soon as he entered, he heard a pop sound, and his head was showered with streamers.
It was the Weasley Twins welcoming him in this special way.
"Looks like you really missed me," Harry laughed, "What an extraordinary welcome ceremony."
"Let us welcome the Gryffindor's Lion King back to his loyal common room!"
The Weasley Twins cheered, and their classmates around them jumped up, raising their hands to warmly welcome Harry.
It seemed, this pose was quite standard!
"Although the Flame Cup didn't choose me, at least it was a Gryffindor," Angelina said loudly, "As long as it's not taken away by other houses, especially Slytherin - ha, I feel I can hold my head high when I meet Slytherins in the future, what do you say?"
"Down with Slytherin!" everyone shouted.
"Let Slytherin's pretty women bear Gryffindor's children—"
No one knew who started this jeering, but it received unanimous agreement.
After all, the gap between the two houses was there, look at the Gryffindor girls, fully covered up in their robes – and then look at the Slytherin girls, with mysterious elements all over, even showing legs.
On the fashion aspect, they really nailed it.
"We've prepared some food, Harry, come over and eat—"
Ron sat on a stool, holding a chicken leg in his hand.
"I'm not hungry, I actually ate quite a lot just now—"
But no one was willing to hear that he wasn't hungry, so they just grabbed him to celebrate together in the common room, Harry felt like he was being propped up by friends who forced him to perform, much like Tom… Lee Jordan found a Gryffindor College flag from somewhere and insisted on wrapping it around Harry like a cloak.
Harry couldn't escape, whenever he tried to sneak towards the stairs to the dormitory, the crowd gathered around him, forcing him to drink another Butter Beer, or shove cookies and peanuts into his hands.
They carried on until midnight, ending the celebration reluctantly.
"When you win the first task, we'll continue the celebration," Lee Jordan said loudly, "I've already talked with Digory, that's Cedric Diggory, the cream guy, he'll help us contact the Hogwarts kitchen, on the condition that we must let the Hufflepuffs join in."