I was expelled from Hogwarts?

If it was said that Professor Snape's face was ashen when he was forced to deduct points from Slytherin, then now he fully explained what it means... to be furious and furious.

Especially Snape's face was already red and warm, brighter than the coffin that had just been painted red. Everyone was really afraid that he would turn around suddenly 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, go back to the dining table."

Snape snorted fiercely, then gave several people a vicious look, and then left the auditorium.

After the auditorium became quiet again, Dumbledore coughed and continued, "Where did I just say that? Oh, a thousand Galleons!"

"The winner can win honor for his school, and he can also get a bonus of one thousand galleons personally." Dumbledore said with a slight smile:

"In October, the principals of Beauxbaton and Durmstrang will lead their carefully selected competitors, and the ceremony for selecting the warriors will also be held on Halloween."

Dumbledore looked around, and the students he saw all puffed out their chests.

"Anyone...can apply, but in the end only one student can become a Hogwarts champion."

The students all whispered.

"Tonight, there is one last thing." Dumbledore opened his arms and made a welcoming gesture, and the thick voice echoed in the auditorium,

"Enjoy your dinner!"

All the empty plates were suddenly filled with food, and the atmosphere in the auditorium suddenly became lively.

Harry and Ron were soaking wet and found an empty seat at the Gryffindor table. Their faces were covered with large bruises and redness, obviously full of stories and accidents.

They thought that everyone would be curious about what was going on, especially Ron, who wrote several short essays about "punching Malfoy, kicking Goyle" on the way... but no one cared about him at all.

While eating, everyone excitedly whispered to their neighbors about the Triwizard Tournament.

"What are you talking about?" Harry couldn't help asking, "What tournament, what warrior?"

"Hogwarts, Beauxbatons, and Durmstrang are going to hold the Triwizard Tournament together!" Dean Thomas excitedly said:

"Each school will select a student to participate in the competition."

"Why do you want to participate in this?" Ron asked, biting the pie, "I mean...is there any benefit?"

"Ron, it's a great honor to be a warrior!" Seamus said with a smile, "The champion will be rewarded with a thousand Galleons."

"A thousand Galleons?!" Ron was taken aback by the number, and he was so excited that a small piece of pie stuck in his throat.

Ron coughed hard a few times, choked out some crispy skin, and then recovered, and then said excitedly: "Merlin, you actually rewarded so much money?"

He had never seen so many Garen in his life.

In fact, most of the time in their family's treasury, there were only a pitiful few Galleons, and the most time was last year when they won the grand prize of the Daily Prophet and got 700 Galleons.

However, their family soon went to Egypt to consume all those Galleons.

"I want to participate!" Ron said in a low voice excitedly, his face beamed with excitement at the thought of the possibility of obtaining such honor and wealth.

"My dear little brother, everybody wants to go," said George, shaking his head.

"That's right." Fred stretched out his thumb, pointed to himself and said, "This means that you will compete with us."

Ron fell silent.

"How do you become a warrior?" Harry asked, "What do we compare to?"

If it was more about test scores or brewing potions, then he would definitely not be selected, but if it was about riding a broomstick, he still had a great chance.

"I don't know." Fred shook his head, "Dumbledore didn't say anything."

Hermione did not take part in the discussion, staring at the Rune Dictionary on top of a milk jug as she ate her supper.

Seeing that Hermione was 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, she was the famous know-it-all of Gryffindor, she knew everything.

Hermione nodded as expected, "You can understand it as selecting warriors in a way similar to the sorting hat, but I can't say anything more specific."

Lavender Brown still wanted to know more clearly, so he deliberately asked: "Which book is this recorded in?"

Hermione saw everyone looking at her, and a smile broke across her face. "It's not recorded in any book, Rove told me."

"How did he know?"

"Dumbledore and Beauxbaton and the headmaster of Durmstrang are in Berlin in the summer to discuss the restart of the Triwizard Tournament." Hermione explained:

"Rove was there and attended the meeting."

Everyone seemed shocked, but Ron felt that he was bragging, and said in a questioning tone:

"Hermione, we all know that Rove is great, but how could he be a student in a meeting of three principals?"

"Rofe is not only a student, but also a famous wizard with international reputation!" Hermione looked at Ron sharply, and retorted:

"He can even attend the conference of the International Federation of Wizards, and he also delivered an important speech. The three principals discussed the Triwizard Tournament. Isn't it normal for him to attend?"

"In fact, Beauxbaton's principal originally proposed that one must be seventeen years old to participate in the hegemony competition. It was Rove and her efforts that lifted this restriction!"

The students all looked at each other in blank dismay, more and more shocked in their hearts.

Many young wizards don't care much about the international situation, even current affairs in the UK. They discuss what to eat every day, how much homework they have written during the summer vacation, or entertainment such as Quidditch.

The International Federation of Wizards and the Ministry of Magic are too majestic and remote for them. They really don't understand Rove's current international reputation, and treat him as a slightly famous student.

They couldn't even imagine that Rove could sit down and hold a meeting with the three principals and change their decisions... It's simply amazing!

Harry suddenly remembered that Percy had been touting Rove during the summer vacation, and hoped that through him, he could catch up with officials from the Ministry of Magic and the International Federation of Wizards.

He was a little surprised at the time, but now he has a deeper understanding.

"I love Rove!" George said with a smile, "Fortunately, the age limit has been lifted. We won't be seventeen until April next year, and the competition will probably be over by then."

"But it means that Rove can also sign up." Ginny said with a smile: "A school only has one place."

Ginny's words splashed on everyone's heads like ice water.

Only then did they realize the cruel truth that there is only one place in Hogwarts... Why should they be warriors?

To be more blunt, who can take the Warriors' spot from Rove?

After being excited, many students also realized this, gradually became quiet, and then turned to look at Rove.

For a moment, it was as if the entire auditorium was in unanimous agreement, looking at the same person.

And the teenager sat at the Hufflepuff table, just eating quietly.

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(Thanks to the big guy "Year River" for the reward.)