Chapter 232 Top 3 Tournament

The last piece of news shocked the entire hall and made the students quiet down.

Until a voice shouted in disbelief.

"Are you kidding! Professor!"

Fred asked the question that everyone wanted to ask, and someone laughed, and the atmosphere in the hall eased a lot.

Dumbledore had an appreciative smile on his face.

"I'm not kidding, Mr. Weasley. But I did hear a very funny joke just now, about a troll, a hag and a leprechaun, they all went into the same pub..."

He only started his joke when he was interrupted by Professor McGonagall's cough.

"Well, it seems inappropriate to talk about this now." Dumbledore said helplessly, "Let's continue the topic of the Triwizard Tournament. This is a long-standing competition jointly organized by three European magic schools, Hogwarts, Beauxbatons and Durmstrang. Each school will be nominated by an impartial referee to compete in three magic events. Normally, it is held every five years."

"It's just that because the casualties in the competition were too serious, the Triwizard Tournament was discontinued several centuries ago. The Ministry of Magic has tried to restart this event many times, but failed. This year, the Ministry feels that the time is ripe for a new attempt, so the Triwizard Tournament will be restarted in Hogwarts this year."

"In October, some students from the other two schools will come to Hogwarts as guests and stay for a while. I hope you can be warm and friendly enough at that time. By the way, in order to ensure safety, this restarted Triwizard Tournament only allows students over the age of seventeen to register, and other unqualified students will not be considered."

This semester's opening dinner ended like this.

But obviously, after hearing such heavy news, the young wizards would not calm down so quickly.

They left the hall excitedly together, still talking about the Triwizard Tournament with their companions.

"It was stopped because of too many casualties. Why didn't you notice Professor Dumbledore said this?"

Unlike Harry and Ron who were discussing how to participate in the competition with great interest, Hermione kept repeating this sentence with a serious face.

Ron said indifferently.

"Isn't it time to start again now? With so many professors here, and Professor Dumbledore watching, there will definitely be no problems this year."

Harry silently complained on the side.

"Fortunately, it wasn't Professor Forrest who said this."

The two shuddered when they heard it. They couldn't imagine what this year's Triwizard Tournament would be like if Sherlock said this.

At the same time, the Weasley twins passed by them, and they heard the two brothers complaining about why Dumbledore set the age at over seventeen years old, and they were still a few months away from being qualified.

However, these two clever people certainly did not intend to give up. They seemed to be discussing how to deceive the referee and increase their age by a few months.

After Harry and the others returned to the Gryffindor common room, the prefect who took over Percy handed them the schedule for this semester. Hermione stared at the new semester schedule and said happily.

"There will be an Arithmancy class tomorrow. I think I can catch up with Sister Hilke's first class."

Harry and Ron could only look at her with envy.

Arithmancy is an elective class. Neither of them signed up. When Hermione took the Arithmancy class, they had to take Trelawney's Divination class.

Harry had already seen that she would predict his bad luck for a whole class tomorrow before she would give up.

The students in the lounge were still talking about the Triwizard Tournament. Most of the students were not qualified to register, and they had no bold idea to fool the referee and make themselves qualified. They were basically discussing who could represent Hogwarts in the competition, and what the students from the two magic schools of Beauxbatons and Durmstrang who came from afar were like.

"The headmaster of Beauxbatons is a witch as strong as Hagrid, named Madame Maxime. I met her once." Harry whispered to Ron and Hermione.

Ron looked at him in surprise: "When did you meet her?"

"You forgot, I told you that Professor Forrest took me to travel to France during the summer vacation of the second year, and we visited Beauxbatons School of Magic at that time. Their school is also built in the mountains, but it is not a castle, but like a manor. The scenery inside is very beautiful, and there is a huge fountain."

Harry described it to them, and Hermione showed a very envious look on her face.

"Have you been to the library of Beauxbatons? Is there a rich collection of books like Hogwarts?"

Harry shrugged.

"The professor and I are going on a trip, why would we go to someone else's school library? But the onion soup in their cafeteria is pretty good, I drank several bowls."

Hermione looked unwilling, as if she would empty the Beauxbatons school library if she went there.

They chatted for a while in the lounge, and soon it was time for curfew, so Harry and Ron separated from Hermione and went back to their own dormitories.

The rainstorm outside the castle had not stopped yet. After a day of traveling, the students were exhausted. Soon, except for Harry himself, everyone in Harry's dormitory could hear the sound of steady breathing and Neville's abrupt snoring.

Harry was not unable to sleep. He was waiting for everyone else to fall asleep before he could carry out his secret operation.

He pulled down all the curtains on his bed, then sat up and gently touched the lightning-shaped scar on his forehead, which was very famous in the entire wizarding world.

An illusory, ghost-like figure slowly emerged in front of him.

A beautiful witch with long wine-red hair sat in front of his bed.

As soon as Lily appeared, she found that the surrounding environment was no longer in the Weasley family.

"Is school starting today?"

She asked Harry with a gentle smile.

Harry naturally relaxed after seeing her, but he still complained.

"It rained so hard today that when we got off the carriage and returned to the castle, everyone was soaked."

"This is normal." Lily recalled with a smile, "Basically, it rains at Hogwarts on the first day of school every year. I remember one time when school started, your father accidentally slipped in a mud puddle and rolled in it. As soon as he entered the castle, he scared Professor McGonagall, who thought some new magical animal had invaded Hogwarts."

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