It wasn't until Hagrid mentioned it that he realized how difficult this achievement was.
Harry scratched his head, knowing his own limits. He was well aware that he wasn't very good when it came to flirting.
But men never admit to that.
Still, out of responsibility to Hagrid, Harry said, "Actually, I only know a little, and all the tricks are taught by Sirius—if you want to pursue Mrs. Maxim, I'd suggest you consult Sirius."
Saying this, Harry added, "I'll write to him tonight, tell him about your situation, have him give you some pointers, or maybe he can come to Hogwarts to teach you directly. What do you think?"
"That would be wonderful!" Hagrid rubbed his hands in delight, "I don't know how to thank you—Merlin's socks, I really..."
"We're friends, no need to thank us," Harry said with a cheerful smile.
"Oh, right."
Hagrid stood up, walked to the cabinet, rummaged for a while, and finally pulled out three small wallets.
"These are dragon skin wallets," he handed the wallets to the trio, and when Hermione took one, he lowered his voice and said, "These are dragon skin wallets with Traceless Stretching Charms—I remember you always wanted one but couldn't find a way to get it... I had three made, and I'm giving them to you..."
"This is too valuable, Hagrid," Hermione said, but her eyes were glued to the wallet, showing no intention of looking away.
Hagrid, of course, knew Hermione really liked the wallet, so he said with a big grin, "The wallet is not that valuable; it's just a testament to our friendship—"
They thanked Hagrid again, lingered for a while, and then returned to the Great Hall with Hagrid.
Because later, the announcement of the Triwizard Tournament champions was due to take place.
Hermione truly loved this little wallet, given that its material was excellent, not to mention the all-important Traceless Stretching space function.
After all, these days, you can't buy small items with Traceless Stretching Charms on the market anymore.
In the evening, the students gathered joyfully in the Great Hall, preparing to hear Dumbledore announce the final champions.
However, Dumbledore indicated there was no rush to make the selection, and instead, announced that tonight's feast would proceed first.
Considering the presence of foreign students, the House-Elves of Hogwarts were working overtime, preparing food to suit the tastes of the students from abroad.
After all, everyone knows that in Heaven, there are British policemen, French chefs, and German workers—and in Hell, there are German policemen, French workers, and British chefs.
"Today's food is pretty good," Ron said as he munched on a drumstick.
"It's just a drumstick, how is it different from what you had before?" Hermione gave him a disdainful look.
Who knew, with just those words, Ron wasn't happy.
He mumbled, "What's the difference? A huge difference—I'm not saying anything else, but I think this drumstick is less salty than before."
"That's psychological," Hermione didn't believe the so-called drumstick-tasting expertise.
Ron was about to speak when they heard Professor McGonagall tap a glass.
"Quiet, please."
The noise in the Great Hall subsided, and the food on the tables disappeared altogether.
Then Dumbledore stood up, and the hall fell silent once again.
Everyone knew that the main event was about to begin—they were preparing to announce the champions of the Triwizard Tournament!
Kakaroff and Mrs. Maxim on either side of Dumbledore looked as tense and expectant as everyone else.
Ludo Bagman was smiling widely, winking at students from all schools, while Mr. Crouch appeared uninterested, even looking a bit bored.
"Alright, the Goblet is about to make its decision," Dumbledore said, "I estimate it will only take a minute... Listen, when the names of the champions are announced, I hope they will walk to the end of the hall, then walk along the staff table and enter the adjacent room—"
He pointed to the door behind the staff table and added, "And they will receive preliminary guidance there."
He pulled out his magic wand and waved it with a wide gesture.
Except for the candles inside the pumpkin lanterns, the others were extinguished, plunging the hall into a semi-dark state.
The Flame Cup now emitted a dazzling light, brighter than anything else in the Great Hall, and the sizzling blue-white flame was somewhat blinding.
"It's happening!" Ron said excitedly, "This is a moment to witness history!"
The flame in the Goblet suddenly turned red again, and crackling sparks shot out.
Then, a tongue of fire soared into the air, from which a charred piece of parchment flew out—the entire hall held its breath.
Dumbledore caught the parchment and held it far away so that he could read the words by the glow of the flame.
The flame reverted to blue-white at this point.
"The champion of Durmstrang," he said in a clear and powerful voice, "is Victor Krum."
Applause and cheers swept through the Great Hall.
Victor Krum stood up from the Slytherin table, with his chest out and head held high, and walked towards Dumbledore.