The Quidditch World Cup ended prematurely in a mess.

Interviews with reporters from various newspapers, interaction between players and spectators, exhibitions at night...... All these post-race activities could not be carried out, the spectators were all gone, and the camp was almost burned down.

The teams were the quickest to escort their teammates, running and cursing at the British Ministry of Magic's poor management as they ran.

Poor Fudge, who originally wanted to hold a big Quidditch World Cup, and use the success of this tournament to boost his prestige and reputation, so as to maintain his political position in the next change.

However, the actions of the Death Eaters completely put Fudge's wishful thinking in vain. Instead of increasing his popularity, he was directly scolded by the international community.

Now all of Europe knows that Cornelius Fudge, the Minister of Magic of the United Kingdom, is an incompetent fool who can't even run a Quidditch match!

"The Ministry of Magic panicked...... The offender was not caught...... Loose security...... The Dark Wizard is at large...... Bring shame on the country...... Who wrote this, huh?"

Fudge stood behind his desk, angrily banging on the table with today's Daily Prophet.

"Listen to this paragraph: those wizards panicked and waited with bated breath at the edge of the woods for news, hoping to be comforted by the Ministry of Magic, and sadly, they were disappointed. Shortly after the Dark Mark appeared, a Ministry of Magic official appeared, claiming that no one had been harmed, but refusing to reveal any more information. It remains to be seen whether his words will be enough to quell the rumors that a few bodies were brought out of the woods an hour later."

"It's all about the Ministry of Magic roasting on a fire, and those idiot-like civilian wizards will surely think this World Cup final is dead...... But it was clear that no one died last night, and most of the injuries were caused by the stampede!"

Fudge slammed the newspaper to the ground, gasping for air.

The rough air was accompanied by the occasional angry, deafening roar from outside the office door, and even through the walls and the office door, there was no sign of weakening—

It was one yelling letter after another, all sent from various magical families or magic shops, mostly to complain about the safety of the World Cup and ask for compensation.

Ordinary wizards want the Ministry of Magic to compensate them for their damaged belongings such as tents and camping supplies, magic shops want the Ministry of Magic to compensate them for advertising costs, and participating teams want the Ministry of Magic to compensate their team members for mental damage and recuperation expenses......

For an entire morning, the members of the Ministry of Magic were scrambling to deal with all sorts of howling letters as if they were fighting a fire.

If they don't open the yelling letters immediately, the dangerous letters will explode and destroy the Ministry's belongings; And if you open the shouting letter, the deafening sound will be incessant, enveloping the entire floor in noise.

Fudge's face became even more ugly as he listened to the noisy voices.

"Mr. Minister, these reports were apparently written by the woman named Rita Skeeter." Umbridge, the pink toad, stood in front of Fudge and whispered, "That woman has always known to write something sensationalist against the Ministry of Magic." ….

She cleared her throat and offered her opinion, "If you want me to say, the Ministry of Magic should set up a public opinion supervision department, and those newspapers and periodicals must be reviewed by the Ministry of Magic before they can be published......

"Dolores, how many times have I said that we don't have any extra members to deal with the minutiae anymore!" Fudge said angrily, "We must now concentrate all our efforts on doing another big thing, and if that thing is done well, my reputation will have a chance to turn around."

Yes, Fudge has prepared two big moves in order to regain his credibility and prestige.

One of them was the Quidditch World Cup Finals, which had been utterly declared a failure; As for the other, it was also a major event that had been interrupted for two hundred years, and it was also a great event that Mr. Wesley had mentioned to the young wizards that was closely related to them......

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Harry, Ron, and Hermione also

There were the Wesley twins, and they learned at the opening dinner what Mr. Wesley was talking about.

[In view of the general environment, after the meal time was over, the young wizards sat down at the long tables of their respective houses, and watched Headmaster Dumbledore, who was sitting in the middle of the professorship, stand up.

"That's it!" Dumbledore looked at everyone with a smile and said, "Now that we're all well fed and drunk, I must ask for everyone's attention again, I'm going to announce a few notices—"

"Mr. Filch, the Administrator, wants me to tell you that this year, several more items are prohibited from being used in the castle, and they are the Screaming Swim Ball, the Wolf Tooth Saucer, and the Combo Dart. The whole list of about four hundred and thirty-seven items can be seen in Mr. Filch's office, and those interested can check it out."

The corners of Dumbledore's mouth twitched a few times.

Harry glanced over the castle gates, and sure enough, he saw Filch standing triumphantly with a mop on the ground, looking triumphantly at the little wizard in the auditorium.

In fact, the little wizards had long been accustomed to the list of prohibited items that were added every year, and no one had ever cared about them.

Fred and George looked at each other even more comically, apparently interested in the new items on the list, and wanted to buy a few from Hogsmeade to play with.

"As always, I would like to remind everyone that the Forbidden Forest on the other side of the venue is not accessible to students," Dumbledore ignored the students' already modest reactions, and continued, "As for Hogsmeade Village, no students under the third year are allowed to visit."

After saying these precautions, he raised his eyes with a smile and looked at the young wizards present.

"Also, I'm very sorry to inform you that there will be no House Cup Quidditch this year!"

His expression was not regretful.

"What?" Harry gasped in astonishment, and turned to look at his Quidditch teammates, Fred and George, "How can this be?"

Gryffindor had just won the Quidditch Cup in the previous school year, and now that Captain Wood has graduated as a goalkeeper, the composition of the rest of the squad has not changed, and it doesn't take much to get into the game, so it's a good situation. ….

Sure enough, Fred and George also opened their mouths wide and stared at Dumbledore silently, speechless in surprise.

"Don't be impatient, don't be in a hurry to protest yet." Dumbledore pressed his palm downwards and continued, "This is because a big event will start in October and continue throughout the school year, which will take up a lot of the teachers' time and energy......

"But I'm sure you'll all have a lot of fun with it. It is my great pleasure to announce that in the coming months we will be honoured to host a very wonderful event that has not been held for more than a century—"

Dumbledore paused for a few seconds, raising the sense of anticipation in the Great Hall to the highest level.

"I'm happy to report that Triwizard Tournament will be held at Hogwarts this year!"

"Triwizard Tournament?" Fred stood up and shouted, "You're kidding!"

The atmosphere of uproar was suddenly broken by Fred.

Almost everyone laughed out loud at this, and Dumbledore chuckled softly.

"I'm not kidding, Mr. Wesley," he laughed, "but since you mentioned joking, I heard a funny joke about a troll, a dominatrix, and a leprechaun, all in the same tavern......

Professor McGonagall cleared her throat loudly, and she could see that her face was a little dark.

"Oh—that's probably not the right thing to say now...... Well, it's not appropriate......" Dumbledore waved his hand as if in realization, "Where did I just go?" Ah, by the way, Triwizard Tournament......

"Some of you don't know what this tournament is all about, so I hope those in the know will forgive me for explaining a little here, and I'll allow their minds to drift away for a while."

"Triwizard Tournament approximately

Founded more than 700 years ago, it is a friendly competition between the three largest magic schools in Europe. The three schools are: Hogwarts, Beauxbatons, and Durmstrang. Each school selects a champion, and then three warriors compete in three magical projects. Held every five years, the Triwizard Tournament is hosted by the three schools in turn, and it was agreed that it was a great way for young wizards from different countries to build friendships – but then the Triwizard Tournament was interrupted because the number of students who died so much that it was interrupted."

"Death toll?" Hermione keenly grasped this, staring around in astonishment.

But most of the students in the auditorium weren't as nervous as she was, and many were excited. Harry was also anxious to hear the specifics of the Triwizard Tournament, none of them were interested in the men who had died hundreds of years earlier.

"Over the centuries, there have been several attempts to revive the tournament," Dumbledore continued, "but not once."

"However, we, the Department of International Magical Exchange and Cooperation and the Department of Magical Sports and Sports of the Ministry of Magic, believe that the time is ripe for another attempt. We've done a lot of work this summer to make sure every warrior doesn't put their lives in danger."

"Not only that, but this year's Triwizard Tournament will feature a new school of magic - and that's the Infamorny School of Witchcraft and Wizardry from the United States! From now on, the Triwizard Tournament will become the Quadrilocity Tournament, and the competition will be even more intense!" ….

Sitting at the Hufflepuff table, Rol Scamander, who was still in a state of idleness, suddenly widened his eyes when he heard this.

He had a bad feeling that there would be some acquaintances of his own among the people who came to Falmorny, and it would be a little embarrassing to meet them at Hogwarts when the time came......

Dumbledore apparently didn't notice Rove's panicked expression in an instant, and then explained:

"In October, the principals of Beauxbatons, Durmstrang and Yinfermorny will come with their carefully selected contenders, and the ceremony to select the champions will take place on Halloween."

"A referee who couldn't be more impartial will decide which students are most qualified to compete in the Triwizard Cup and win honour for their school. On top of that, the winner will receive a prize of 1,000 Galleons."

"I want to participate!" Fred said to George in a low voice from the table.

His face lit up with excitement at the thought of the possibility of attaining such honor and wealth.

And there is more than one person like Fred who fantasizes about being a Hogwarts Warrior. At the tables of every house, people could be seen looking at Dumbledore with enthusiasm or expectation.

The Great Hall was noisy, and everyone whispered excitedly to their neighbors, guessing who would be the Champions of Hogwarts.

Dumbledore cleared his throat and spoke again, and the Great Hall fell silent.

"I know you're all eager to win Triwizard trophies for Hogwarts," he said, "but the participating schools and the Ministry of Magic agree that there is an age limit for this year's contenders!"

"Only students who are at least seventeen years old—that is, students over seventeen—are allowed to sign up to ensure your safety."

Dumbledore raised his voice slightly, as some people protested angrily after hearing his words, and the Wesley twins were in the list, and the news that they would not be able to compete made them angry.

"This is necessary because the competition is still very difficult and dangerous, and no matter how many precautions we take, it is impossible for students below the sixth and seventh grades to deal with it."

"Here, I will personally guarantee that no student of sufficient age will be able to deceive our most impartial referee and become a champion of Hogwarts!"

His blue eyes gleamed meaningfully as his gaze swept over Fred and George's rebellious faces, "So if you're under seventeen, I hope you don't waste your time applying."

Fred and George winced as they swept the headmaster's gaze, and then looked at them with wide eyes in disbelief.

Dumbledore ignored the twins' movements and continued:

"The delegations from Beauxbatons, Yoon Falmorny and Durmstrang will arrive in October and will spend most of the school year with us. I hope you will be warm and friendly and promote the spirit of Hogwarts."

"In addition, once the Hogwarts Warriors are finally chosen, you must support him or her wholeheartedly, and the best outcome is, of course, for the Hogwarts Warriors to win the final championship."

Dumbledore winked at the young wizards, and smiled again.

"Well, it's not early, so that you can walk into class tomorrow morning in good spirits and clear minds. Let's go back to the common rooms and go to sleep!" He smiled and waved his hand to the audience.

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