The little wizard in the audience had no objection, it was common for Alvin to get a full mark, and this time it was just the process of skipping the exam.
But they are envious of Alvin, which is equivalent to taking a holiday more than a month in advance.
Even Professor McGonagall just frowned and let go.
After dinner, Alvin had just returned to the Headmaster's office when he sensed someone coming in through the password.
It was Lupin, Snape, and Harry.
"Severus, what's the matter?"
Imitating Dumbledore's tone, Alvin spoke.
"Professor, it's like this..."
Harry spoke first, and Snape glared at him but said nothing.
Soon Harry was repeating everything, looking forward to Alvin's response.
"Professor, so Sirius was wronged, and Peter was caught. Can we get the Ministry of Magic to drop Sirius's arrest?"
Alvin shook his head, "Harry, I already know about this. I will find a suitable time to help Sirius prove his innocence, but not now."
Harry looked a little anxious, but he didn't dare to refute his Headmaster, so he nodded to show that he understood.
"Severus, you should keep an eye on them, the Ministry of Magic will send someone to the school in a few days, and I will speak to Fudge."
Alvin explained. Snape nodded and took Lupin and Harry out.
Leaning back in his chair, Alvin planned to confront Sirius and Peter before the Ministry of Magic executed Buckbeak.
In this way, even if the Ministry of Magic is reluctant, it can only admit its own mistakes.
Although doing so would undoubtedly offend Fudge, Alvin didn't care.
What does the man Dumbledore offend to have to do with me?
Suddenly, Alvin sensed someone coming in again, and he was speechless for a while.
It's so late. Why are people still here? Is the Headmaster's life so hard?
Professor McGonagall walked in with a roll of parchment.
"Albus, you came back just in time. This is the schedule of the Triwizard Tournament sent by Beauxbatons and Durmstrang."
The whole roll of letters was handed over to Alvin, and Professor McGonagall also complained that as the Headmaster, Dumbledore was away from school for a long time, making her work very difficult.
Just like the Triwizard Tournament, it's not something she can decide at will.
These letters were delivered more than a week ago, and it was only today that she had the opportunity to give them to Dumbledore.
Well, albeit a fake.
Alvin looked through it roughly, and it was almost the same as in the movie the Dragon, Black Lake, and Labyrinth.
It can't be said that it is boring. It can only be said to be mediocre.
Suddenly, a bold idea popped into Alvin's mind.
"Minerva, is that all there is to it?"
Raising the letters in his hand, Alvin asked.
Professor McGonagall did not understand what he meant, "What? Albus?"
"I think it's boring to have only three tasks."
Alvin pretended to sigh.
"Boring?"
Professor McGonagall is even more puzzled. This is not like what Dumbledore would say.
"Ahem." Alvin hurriedly covered up, "I mean, just three tasks can't show a student's level, especially the second and third tasks. All the spectators can't see the champions competing."
Professor McGonagall understands that feeling that he is somewhat dissatisfied with the content of the tasks.
"But Albus. We only have a small budget. The budget won't be enough if we change the tasks or increase it."
Professor McGonagall also said the crux of the problem is no money.
With a wave of his hand, Alvin said proudly. "It's okay. If you don't have money, go to Fudge and ask for it. Fudge will not mind this kind of thing that shows the strength of the British wizarding world."
"In addition, these items also need to be changed."
Alvin stretched out his hand, and a quill and letter flew in front of him, automatically writing something.
This quill was specially made by Dumbledore, and writing with it would automatically turn into Dumbledore's handwriting. Alvin was not afraid of revealing the contents.
After writing a full sheet, Alvin handed it to Professor McGonagall.
"You send this to Beauxbatons, Durmstrang, and Fudge. I'll take care of the rest."
After Professor McGonagall read it, he looked at Alvin in surprise, "Is this possible? Fudge will definitely not agree."
Alvin didn't care, "Don't worry, he will agree. If he disagrees, I will talk to him in person."
Professor McGonagall was still hesitant but did not continue to object, "Okay, Albus, if you insist."
When Professor McGonagall left the office, Alvin finally couldn't help laughing.
The portraits on the wall pretending to be dead could no longer hold back his curiosity.
"Boy, what did you just write in the letter?"
Phineas asked Alvin impatiently, and McGonagall's expression just now proved that what he wrote must be unexpected.
The other Headmaster portraits also pricked their ears, waiting for Alvin's reply.
"I added a few more tasks to the Triwizard Tournament and doubled the Labyrinth size in the final task."
"And by the way, I'm about to invite Ilvermorny to the Triwizard Tournament as well."
Armando Dippet was shocked, "The Triwizard Tournament was held in turn by our three schools until it was interrupted. You invited Ilvermorny to call it the Triwizard Tournament?"
Alvin looked indifferent, "Was it abnormal if there were four schools in the Triwizard Tournament? Besides, it's more lively when there are more people, isn't it?"
All the Headmasters were stunned. They didn't expect Alvin to play so big.
"Aren't you afraid Albus will come back and settle accounts with you?"
A Ravenclaw Headmaster worries that Alvin will get into big trouble and will not end well when Dumbledore returns.
"Don't worry. I will finalize these things before the Headmaster returns. If it will be done by then, even he has nothing to do."
Alvin replied with a smile, but with that Dumbledore face, it looked a little weird.
Another portrait was dumbfounded.
This arrogant boy is really unrelenting when he cheats on his own Headmaster.