Ever since classes started on Monday, Albert could no longer avoid his fellow schoolmates. The title of Hogwarts Champion brought him no end of trouble. The vast majority of students looked at him as if he were some rare creature, and every time he walked down the corridors, he would invariably see and hear large groups of girls giggling foolishly. During meals, girls would constantly turn their heads to stare at him, while bolder ones would approach him with handkerchiefs, schoolbags, and books for his autograph, driving him to distraction. This, presumably, was the price of popularity.
Viktor Krum was the quickest among them to adapt to the role of Champion. As a renowned Quidditch star in his own right, he had plenty of experience dealing with enthusiastic fans.
Fleur Delacour, on the other hand, was a breathtaking, unattainable flower. She became the center of attention wherever she went, and not a single Hogwarts boy dared muster the courage to greet her, contenting themselves with gazing at her from afar. The girls held not a shred of goodwill toward Miss Delacour, who possessed part-Veela heritage, though they confined their feelings to whispered gossip. Fleur had long since grown accustomed to those stares and idle chatter.
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