The Admiral of Hogwarts

Running at full speed, Veneto only needed a few seconds to reach the front of the trophy. She reached out, grasped the handles, and smiled.

Although the Triwizard Tournament was just a game in Veneto's eyes, if the game was going to have a winner, she naturally wanted to be the victor.

The trophy, like in the original story, was a portkey, but this time it was personally made and placed by Enterprise, so there couldn't be any problems.

In the instant Veneto was teleported away, she saw Fleur turning the corner from another path. When Fleur saw Veneto's hand on the trophy as she disappeared, she wore an extremely disappointed expression.

After a dizzying moment, Veneto appeared in the open space facing the audience. The people in the stands watched as she appeared, holding the trophy, and burst into cheers and applause.

Especially the Hogwarts students, who held an absolute numerical advantage, vigorously waved their school flags and the Ravenclaw's characteristic bronze and sky-blue banners.

"Now, the champion of our Triwizard Tournament has been chosen," Bagman's loud voice echoed across the grounds. "Let us cheer for her!"

Amidst the cheers, Veneto was guided by a staff member to place the trophy on a stand in the open space. Afterwards, she followed Madam Pomfrey to a temporary tent behind the stand.

"Are you alright?" Madam Pomfrey asked anxiously, while drawing her wand and casting one diagnostic spell after another.

"I said before that they shouldn't bring so many dangerous creatures into the school. The competition is important, of course, but it absolutely shouldn't come at the cost of the contestants' safety—"

"You're lucky, you're not injured, and your physical condition is very good," Madam Pomfrey said after completing the examination three minutes later, then handed over a small bottle filled with a pearlescent, transparent liquid.

"Although your physical examination results are very good right now, I think you must be very tired after being busy for so long, so drink this nerve-calming potion and rest for a few minutes."

"Okay—okay!" Veneto sighed inwardly at Madam Pomfrey's earnest gaze, then took the vial and drank the potion in one gulp.

Of course, she didn't actually drink it, but instead used a small spatial gate opened in her throat to store the liquid in a container within her ship equipment space.

After doing all this, Veneto found a seat in the tent and sat down. Soon, the other contestants gradually walked in.

The first to enter was Fleur, but her face was full of frustration. Understandably, losing when you're only one step away from victory is harder to accept than other situations.

Next was Krum, who clearly had injuries on his body. From Madam Pomfrey's complaints, Hugo learned that Krum had somehow provoked a large group of special vampire bats.

As a result, it took several staff members a great deal of effort to drive away the bats and rescue him from the damned creatures.

The last to walk in was Harry, who looked extremely disheveled, his body dirty and his hair tangled with twigs and leaves.

However, he seemed very excited after seeing Veneto, and felt a heartfelt joy for her winning the championship and bringing glory to the school.

"I was so unlucky. The Sphinx gave me a particularly difficult riddle that I couldn't answer at all," Harry said with a depressed expression. "By the time you got the trophy, I was still wandering around on another path."

After waiting for about half an hour, Madam Pomfrey notified them that they could go to the Great Hall.

Even through the golden doors of the Great Hall, Veneto could hear the noisy chatter inside, indicating that the students were already waiting there.

After waiting for a few minutes, the doors suddenly opened, and Dumbledore's voice came from inside. "Now, please welcome our champions to the stage."

The four of them walked along the central aisle of the Great Hall towards the stage. The students from the three schools sitting at the four long tables applauded and cheered enthusiastically. At this moment, Veneto noticed that Bagman was missing from the judging panel on the stage.

"It seems Bagman has had a complete disaster this time. Not only did he lose all the money he earned from the Quidditch World Cup, but he even ran up huge debts. So as soon as you came out, he used the excuse of needing to pee to run away," Hugo said through the admiral network, having noticed the situation on the stage earlier.

"How much did this guy bet? He's even abandoning such a good position at the Ministry of Magic to run away!" Veneto said in surprise. "It seems gambling is indeed something you can't get involved in."

"As everyone knows, the Triwizard Tournament is to promote friendship between wizards of different countries—" When Veneto and the other three stood on the stage, Fudge began to deliver his long-winded speech.

This kind of uninspired, lengthy speech was naturally annoying. Whether it was the contestants on stage or the students below, they all wore bored expressions, and many even began to whisper to each other.

Finally, Fudge finished reading all of his thick stack of prepared speeches. He raised his head and said loudly: "Now, I will present the award to the champion of the Triwizard Tournament."

"Finally, it's over," Veneto breathed a sigh of relief. Even for a ship girl, these boring speeches were still somewhat uncomfortable to listen to. Then, at Fudge's invitation, she walked up to him.

"Congratulations on bringing honor to the British wizarding world," Fudge said, patting Veneto on the shoulder after handing the trophy to Hugo.

Afterwards, the group posed for various photos at the request of the reporters below. Then, as the champion, Veneto took individual photos with others, such as Fudge, as well as the headmasters and other contestants.

Just then, a corporeal Patronus suddenly flew in from outside and landed on Fudge's shoulder, transforming into a canary. Then, a man's voice came from the canary's mouth.

"The French Minister of Magic requests an urgent meeting—" Although the bird lowered its voice as much as possible, Veneto's keen hearing still picked up what it said.

The message it delivered was very bad news: during the competition, Fenrir Greyback, who had been missing for a long time, suddenly launched an attack with six or seven werewolves, robbing an important magical materials distribution center in northern France.

Because the attack caused multiple casualties, the French Minister of Magic, after figuring out the identity of the attackers, immediately came to Fudge to discuss the matter.

After all, Fenrir Greyback was British and a veteran wanted criminal. Therefore, when he committed crimes across borders, the British Ministry of Magic naturally needed to be notified urgently.

Sure enough, Fudge's speech became very simple afterwards. After saying five or six formulaic sentences, he directly handed Veneto a bag filled with gold coins, and then left with the Ministry of Magic staff, making the award ceremony feel noticeably anticlimactic.

At the same time, Headmaster Dumbledore, who had received the news from other channels, also looked a bit uneasy, clearly indicating that this incident was likely an important sign of Voldemort's return.