Hogwarts' Wizarding Throne

Today's dinner.

Not only is the hot pot delicious, but the flavors from all over the world are all-encompassing, and many people have begun to love Chinese cuisine.

The welcoming dinner lasted for more than an hour, and almost everyone ate until they were leaning against the wall.

Dumbledore saw that it was almost done, waved his hand to clear the long table, and then came to the podium.

The owl-shaped folded wings on the podium immediately spread their wings.

Dumbledore smiled at the smiling faces that were looking up.

"The moment has finally arrived. The Big Five Tournament is about to begin. Bring the box in, and listen to this old guy's necessary nonsense.

First, let me formally introduce the principals of the four magic schools to you, the principals of Durmstrang, Karkaroff..., and Nekosev.

Oh! There are two important guests.

This is Fudge Connelly, our British Minister of Magic, and this is Mr. Ludo Bagman, the Director of the Department of Sports and Physical Education of the Ministry of Magic.

The six of them and I will form the referee panel for the Tournament."

As the names were read out one by one, sparse applause continued to ring out in the auditorium, mostly from their own students applauding their own principals.

The crosstalk welcoming Fudge and Bagman was naturally the loudest, after all, it was the home court.

Speaking of Bagman, I have to say that he is a very capable person, otherwise how could he have stabilized the position of Director of the Department of Sports and Physical Education after the previous public trial? After all, he doesn't have a son like Cedric.

Dumbledore raised his hand and pressed it, and the little wizards continued after they were quiet.

"Mr. Filch, please bring up the box."

Filch, who looked like a little transparent, had been lurking in a corner of the hall just now. He even changed into a moldy tuxedo today.

At this moment, he walked towards Dumbledore, holding a large wooden box inlaid with jewels in his hand. The box looked very simple and old.

"What is that box? Does anyone know?"

"I know. My grandmother told me that it is a prop for selecting warriors."

"I have heard about it too. I heard that there is a cannibal demon locked in it. If you want to become a warrior, you must defeat that demon first."

"Wow, so magical."

The students watched in a trance and talked about it with interest.

"The specific items of this year's warrior competition have been carefully reviewed by Mr. Crouch and Mr. Bagman."

As Dumbledore spoke, he asked Filch to carefully place the box on the table in front of him.

"There are three events in the tournament, which will be held at different times throughout the school year.

The warriors will be tested in many different ways, testing their magical talents, courage and reasoning skills, and of course, their ability to withstand pressure and overcome danger."

After hearing the headmaster's last few words about the warriors, the hall became silent, as if everyone had stopped breathing.

"Everyone knows that there will be five warriors participating in the competition."

Dumbledore continued calmly.

"Each represents a participating school, and the judges will score them according to the quality of their completion of each competition project. After the three projects are over, the warrior with the highest score will hold the top five cups.

And the person responsible for selecting the warriors is a fair selector, which is the Goblet of Fire."

Dumbledore explained the process of the tournament one by one, pulled out the Elder Wand from his arms, and tapped the lid of the box three times.

The lid of the box slowly opened with a "creak".

Dumbledore reached in and took out a roughly carved wooden goblet.

Although the cup itself is large, it is not noticeable at all, but the rim of the cup is full of jumping blue and white flames, which is extremely mysterious and dazzling.

Dumbledore placed the cup on the lid of the box so that everyone in the hall could see it clearly.

"Every student who is over 17 years old and wants to run for the champion must write his name and school name on a piece of parchment and throw it into this goblet.

Once again, the competition is extremely dangerous, and there is 24 hours for everyone to register and think carefully.

Tomorrow night, which is Halloween night, the Goblet of Fire will select the names of the five students who it thinks can best represent the five schools.

Tonight, the Goblet of Fire will be placed in the hall, and all students who are willing to participate in the election can touch it."

Dumbledore looked at the eager eyes of the little wizards, blinked his eyes, and began to draw circles around the Goblet of Fire with the Elder Wand.

"In order to prevent students who are not old enough from being tempted, I draw a magic age line around it.

Anyone under the age of seventeen cannot cross this age line.

Well, it's getting late, everyone should rest early and adjourn."

There was a lot of noise.

"Age line?"

Fred's eyes sparkled, and Joe, who had the same look,George looked at each other.

They said at the same time.

"Aging potion!"

"I don't think you two can succeed, because we haven't learned enough, and I don't think your half-bottle potion can fool the headmaster's magic."

Hermione, who was passing by, didn't mind pouring cold water on the twins.

"That's about you, we brothers are geniuses!"

George retorted impatiently, but his tone was still a little guilty.

Then he thought of the glorious scene when he won the Triwizard Cup.

Brother Liang also found out that the champion would have a reward of 1,000 gold galleons.

The two brothers had long been reduced to loan slaves, and now they would not let go of such an opportunity.

At this time, the students began to disperse.

The students of the other four schools, led by their respective headmasters, walked out of the castle. It seemed that they would not live in the castle.

Some of the young wizards in Hogwarts did not choose to leave immediately, but questioned Dumbledore on the podium together.

"Principal, we all know that the age limit is actually set specifically for the chief, so what compensation did the chief get?"

"Yes, principal, you said at the beginning of the school that it would be announced today."

"Humph, if the chief participates in the competition, he will be the champion!"

"......."

These loud questions immediately made the chaotic atmosphere in the hall quiet, and even the teachers and students of the other four schools who arrived at the gate stopped.

Many of them lowered their heads in shame.

A few hours ago, when Shaw showed his extraordinary magic level, everyone with a discerning eye knew what happened.

Of course, shame does not mean sympathy, but rather curiosity about what compensation Shaw got.

After all, only a few school leaders knew about this.

Dumbledore looked at Shaw, who had disappeared, and the victim's mentality was "open-minded".

He raised his hand to comfort the little wizards who were fighting for Shaw, and said patiently.

"Don't worry..."