If Professor Snape was just livid when he was forced to deduct points from Slytherin before, then now he fully explains what it means... to be furious and furious.
Especially Snape's face, which was already red and warm, brighter than the newly painted coffin. Everyone was really afraid that he would suddenly turn around and strangle Harry and others to death.
The trio of Harry, Ron and Malfoy were also trembling, standing behind Snape like minions, not daring to breathe.
"Severus, thank you for your hard work. Go back to your room and change into clean clothes." Dumbledore said, "As for the five of you, please return to the dining table." Snape snorted fiercely, After glaring at a few people fiercely, he left the auditorium.
After the auditorium became quiet again, Dumbledore coughed and continued: "Where did I just say? Oh, a thousand Galleons!"
"The winner can win honor for his school, and he can also receive a thousand galleons in prize money." Dumbledore said with a slight smile: "In October, the principals of Beauxbatons and Durmstrang will lead them to carefully The selected competitors will come, and the ceremony to select the warriors will also be held on Halloween." Dumbledore looked around, and the students he saw all puffed up their chests.
"Anyone... can sign up, but in the end only one student can become the warrior of Hogwarts." The students all whispered.
"Tonight, there is one last thing." Dumbledore opened his arms in a welcoming gesture, and his rich voice echoed in the auditorium.
"Enjoy the dinner!" All the empty plates were suddenly filled with food, and the atmosphere in the entire auditorium suddenly became lively.
Harry and Ron were soaked and found an empty seat at the Gryffindor table to sit down. Their faces were covered in large bruises and redness, obviously full of stories and accidents.
They thought everyone would be curious about what happened, especially Ron, who had drafted several articles on the road.
"Punch Malfoy and kick Goyle" essay...but no one cared about him at all. While everyone was eating, they were whispering excitedly to their neighbors, discussing the Triwizard Tournament.
"What are you talking about?" Harry couldn't help but ask, "What competition, what warriors?"
"Hogwarts, Beauxbatons and Durmstrang are going to hold the Triwizard Tournament together!" Dean Thomas said excitedly: "Each school will select a student to participate in the tournament."
"Why do you want to participate in this?" Ron bit into the pie and asked, "I mean...are there any benefits?"
"Ron, becoming a warrior is a great honor!" Seamus said with a smile: "The champion will also receive a thousand Galleons reward."
"A thousand Galleons?!" Ron was shocked by this number. He was so excited that a small piece of pie got stuck in his throat.
Ron coughed hard several times and choked out some crispy skin before he recovered, and then said excitedly: "Merlin, you are actually rewarded with so much money?" He had never seen so many Galleons in his life.
In fact, most of the time, their family's treasury only has a measly few Galleons. The most they received was seven hundred Galleons when they won the Daily Prophet's jackpot last year.
However, the family soon went to Egypt and consumed all those galleons.
"I want to participate!" Ron said in a low voice excitedly. His face lit up with excitement at the thought of the possibility of obtaining such honor and wealth.
"My dear little brother, everyone wants to come," George said, shaking his head.
"That's right." Fred pointed at himself with his thumb and said, "This means you have to compete with us." Ron stopped talking.
"How can I become a warrior?" Harry asked,
"What are we competing against?" If it's about test scores or brewing potions, then he definitely won't be selected, but if it's about riding a broomstick, he still has a good chance.
"I don't know." Fred shook his head.
"Dumbledore didn't say anything." Hermione did not participate in the discussion. She was eating dinner and staring at the "Rune Dictionary" placed on a milk jug.
Seeing Hermione being so calm, Ginny felt that she should know something, so she asked, "Hermione, do you know how to choose a warrior?" Everyone looked at Hermione, who was Gryffindor's famous know-it-all. There is nothing unknown.
Hermione nodded as expected,
"You can understand it as a method similar to the Sorting Hat to select warriors, but I can't be more specific." Lavender Brown wanted to know more clearly, so he deliberately asked: "Which book is this recorded in? ?" Hermione saw everyone looking at her, and a smile suddenly broke out on her face.
"It's not recorded in any book, it was Luo Fu who told me."
"How did he know?"
"Dumbledore, Beauxbatons and the headmaster of Durmstrang were in Berlin during the summer to discuss restarting the Triwizard Tournament." Hermione explained: "Rolf was on site at the time and also participated in the meeting." Everyone was excited. He looked shocked, but Ron felt that he was bragging and said in a questioning tone: "Hermione, we all know that Rolf is great, but how can he be a student in a meeting between three principals?"
"Rolf is not only a student, he is also a famous wizard with an international reputation!" Hermione looked at Ron with a sharp look and retorted: "He can even attend the International Federation of Wizards Conference, and he also made an important speech During the speech, the three principals discussed the Triwizard Tournament, wouldn’t it be normal for him to observe it?”
"In fact, the principal of Beauxbatons originally proposed that one must be at least seventeen years old to participate in the competition. It was only after Luofu and her fought hard that this restriction was lifted!" The students all looked at each other, feeling more and more shocked.
Many young wizards don't care much about current affairs in the UK, let alone the international situation. What they discuss every day is either what to eat, how much homework they have done during the summer vacation, or entertainment activities such as Quidditch.
The International Federation of Wizards and the Ministry of Magic are too majestic and distant to them. They really don't understand Rove's international reputation now, and they treat him as a slightly famous student.
They couldn't even imagine that Luo Fe could sit down and have a meeting with three principals and change their decisions... It was simply amazing!
Harry suddenly remembered that Percy had been praising Rove during the summer vacation and hoped to use him to get in touch with officials from the Ministry of Magic and the International Confederation of Wizards.
He was a little surprised at the time, but now he feels it even more profoundly.
"I love Rolf!" George laughed: "Fortunately, the age limit has been lifted. We won't be seventeen until April next year. By then, the competition will probably be over."
"But this means that Rolf can also sign up." Ginny said with a smile, "There is only one quota per school." Ginny's words were like ice water, splashing on everyone's heads.
Only then did they realize the cruel truth. There was only one spot in Hogwarts... Why should they be warriors?
To put it more bluntly, who can steal the Warriors spot from Rove? Many students realized this after getting excited, gradually became quiet, and then turned to look at Luo Fe.
For a moment, it seemed as if the entire auditorium was watching one person at the same time. The boy sat at the Hufflepuff table and just ate quietly.
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