Chapter 99: The Temptation of Warriors

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, glared at several people fiercely, and then 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 prize of one thousand galleons personally." Dumbledore said with a slight smile:

"In October, the principals of Beauxbatons and Durmstrang will lead their carefully selected competitors, 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 Champion of Hogwarts."

The students all started whispering.

"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, soaked all over, found an empty seat at the Gryffindor table and sat down. Their faces were covered in large bruises and redness, obviously full of stories and accidents.

They thought everyone would be curious about what was going on, especially Ron, who wrote several short essays about "punching Malfoy and kicking Goyle" on the way... 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 one student to participate in the competition."

"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 for a few 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 was compared to test scores or brewing potions, he would definitely not be selected, but if it was compared to riding a broomstick, he still had a good chance.

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

Hermione did not participate in the discussion. She ate her supper and stared at the Rune Dictionary resting 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. She was Gryffindor's famous know-it-all, and there was nothing she didn't know.

Hermione nodded as expected, "You can understand it as selecting the warriors in a way similar to the Sorting Hat, but I can't be more specific."

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

When Hermione saw everyone looking at her, 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 principals of Durmstrang were in Berlin during the summer to discuss restarting the Triwizard Tournament." Hermione explained:

"Rolf was at the scene and participated in the meeting."

Everyone looked shocked, but Ron thought he was bragging and said in a questioning tone:

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

"Rolf is not only a student, but also a famous wizard with an international reputation!" Hermione looked at Ron with a sharp look and retorted:

"He can even attend the International Confederation of Wizards Conference and give an important speech. Isn't it normal for the three headmasters to let him sit in on the discussion of the Triwizard Tournament?"

"In fact, the headmaster of Beauxbatons originally proposed that only those who are over 17 years old can participate in the tournament. It was Rolf and her who pushed hard to cancel this restriction!"

The students looked at each other, and were more and more shocked.

Many young wizards, let alone the international situation, don't care much about British current affairs. What they discuss every day is not what to eat, how much homework they have done in the summer vacation, or Quidditch and other entertainment activities.

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

They can't imagine that Rolf can sit down and hold a meeting with the three headmasters and change their decision... It's amazing!

Harry suddenly remembered that Percy had been praising Rolf during the summer vacation and hoped to get in touch with officials from the Ministry of Magic and the International Confederation of Wizards through him.

He was a little surprised at the time, and now he understands it more deeply.

"I love Rolf!" George said with a smile: "Fortunately, the age limit has been cancelled. We will be seventeen in April next year, and the competition will probably be almost over by then."

"But this means that Rolf can also sign up." Ginny said with a smile: "There is only one quota for each school."

Ginny's words were like ice water, pouring on everyone's head.

They only then realized the cruel truth that Hogwarts only had one quota... Why should they be warriors?

To be more straightforward, who can snatch the quota of warriors from Rolf?

Many students realized this after being excited, gradually quieted down, and then turned their heads to look at Rolf.

For a moment, it seemed as if the whole auditorium, without any appointment, was looking at one person.

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

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(Thanks to the reward from the elder "River of Time")