Like, 'If you don't mind, Fleur is willing to pledge allegiance to you, my lord.'
But unfortunately, Kayson really didn't have that kind of charisma...
"Perhaps this way, once Hogwarts' champion is chosen, we might be able to help you discuss it with him? The matter of throwing the match," Cedric suddenly said.
"You have that much influence?" Fleur asked, surprised.
"It's just a trophy," Cedric shrugged.
"If you can really do it, I think I'll help you," Fleur blinked and walked away.
"Uh... Actually, you can row the boat."
"Huh? How do I row?"
"Hagrid, go demonstrate," Kayson patted Hagrid's back and said.
"Oh, please follow me, beautiful lady," Hagrid's face was beaming. It was clear that he had been so smitten by Madame Maxime, who was far away, that he extended his affection to Fleur.
However, it was also possible that Fleur still held information that could help him.
You could say that old Hagrid also had a bit of an agenda.
Soon, the office was once again left with just two people. Kayson looked at the departing Hagrid with a pained expression, then he looked at Cedric.
"What are you thinking?"
"If I really become the champion, I'll help Hagrid... Of course, if someone else is the champion, I won't be able to help," Cedric said with a smile.
"You're still too selfless. No, I need to think of another way. I can't let you suffer alone, otherwise, wouldn't you have come to me for special tutoring for nothing?" Kayson sat on the sofa, smacking his lips.
"I don't know how to explain it, but if I were the champion, and I had to choose between the trophy and Professor Hagrid's happiness, I would probably choose the latter," Cedric said.
"Alright, alright, get out of here and go work on your skeleton," Kayson waved his hand, dismissing Cedric, and then trotted towards the Headmaster's office.
Fleur wasn't the only one who knew Madame Maxime's preferences. Dumbledore, as a famous old veteran of the magic world, should know a lot.
Soon, Dumbledore's office welcomed an uninvited guest. Kayson looked at Dumbledore, who was drinking milk tea, and grinned as he approached him.
"...Is there something?" Dumbledore calmly pulled his milk tea closer to him.
"Madame Maxime, do you know her?" Kayson asked.
Dumbledore nodded, "The greatest magic in the French magic world, probably not as strong as Nicolas Flamel, but he's not within our discussion range... Is there something?"
"A very awkward question... Hagrid's in trouble, Hagrid's fallen in love."
"Oh... You want to ask me about Madame Maxime's preferences and such?" Dumbledore looked at Kayson suspiciously.
"Is there any way?"
"Madame Maxime is, how should I put it, a person who values honor greatly. She can be said to be a Beauxbatons supremacist. Hagrid can gain favor by helping Beauxbatons, or I can put it more directly, make Hagrid valuable enough to help Beauxbatons," Dumbledore adopted the posture of a love guru, almost pulling out a blackboard to start a lecture.
"What can Hagrid bring to Madame Maxime... Does he raise magical creatures?"
"That's up to Hagrid himself. Perhaps he can also try another approach, to let Madame Maxime see Hagrid's sincerity. Madame Maxime is not a political or working machine; she is also a person who loves life. You can let Hagrid boldly ask her out on a date," Dumbledore continued.
"Alright, I'll give it a try."
"Also, don't forget to come to the Great Hall tonight. The goblet of fire will select the champions from the three schools tonight. We all need to attend the ceremony," Dumbledore reminded him.
"I won't forget," Kayson nodded and returned to the office.
By this time, Cedric had almost finished his enhanced skeleton, and the Alchemy rails and redstone controls were also installed.
"Finished?" Kayson walked over, looked at the skeleton, and nodded, "Not bad."
"It's all because Professor taught well," Cedric scratched his head and said.
"Alright, lie on the bed and give yourself a Stupefy. I'll personally operate on you."
"Huh? Professor, can you do it?"
"Of course, you can also choose the anvil."
"Stupefy!"
Kayson looked at the very handsome Cedric with a satisfied smile, then two mechanical arms slowly appeared behind him.
...
Cedric slowly woke up, and then he saw Kayson's big face spewing out a headache-inducing remark.
"You're awake! Congratulations, I accidentally slipped when I was operating, so from now on, you can only be sisters with Cho Chang."
"Huh?" Cedric's mouth instantly gaped wide, his entire face filled with fear. He subconsciously looked down along his central axis...
"Phew... Professor, that kind of joke is really scary," he said, letting out a sigh of relief.
"It's just a joke. Hurry up and get dressed. The goblet of fire will announce the list of champions soon," Kayson said, reaching out to pull Cedric up, "How does it feel?"
"It feels a bit too light when moving," Cedric replied.
"Because now not only your muscles but also your bones can directly be used for transmission, of course it's light," Kayson said, throwing Cedric's clothes at him.
Soon, the two returned to the Great Hall of Hogwarts. The layout was still the same, but the seating arrangements for the Professors had changed again.
Kayson and Grindelwald sat on Dumbledore's left and right respectively, leaving poor Karkaroff unsure where to sit.
And Dumbledore had already stood by the goblet of fire.
As for what happened next... Honestly, Fleur Delacour really did have a talent for prophecy, though it could also be pure deduction.
And Cedric's confidence was not without reason.
As all three champions were present, Kayson also picked up his knife and fork, intending to feast.
Then, at this moment, another piece of paper popped out from within.
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