Although Dumbledore keeps saying that he wants to teach students about the Triwizard Tournament, from William's perspective, most students don't actually need Dumbledore's knowledge about the Triwizard Tournament at all. Those students who need him to explain are basically from Muggles. The family wizard.
'Yes, for a family with some wealth, the Triwizard Tournament is definitely indispensable when it comes to education. '
The Triwizard Tournament is a glorious battlefield in the student days. It is an immortal legend that has been baptized by time and formed a part of history. It appeared seven hundred years ago and has a long history of nearly six hundred years. However, due to the number of deaths a hundred years ago, Stopped abruptly.
It has been a long enough time to leave its mark, occupying more than half of Europe's organizers. With the blood of the victims, it is almost inevitable that it will become one of the main places in the stories of wizards and children.
"Over the centuries, people have tried several times to restore the tournament," Dumbledore's voice continued on the stage, "but none of them was successful. However, our Department of International Magical Cooperation and Department of Magical Sports at the Ministry of Magic believe that, The time is ripe for another try. We have done a lot this summer to ensure that no one who is a warrior is in danger."
William seriously doubted this - it was true that people were trying to revive the Tournament, but he speculated that an important reason for this success was Sirius's escape from prison last year.
That kind of jailbreaking behavior was really too bad, and it attracted enough attention. The Triwizard Tournament was obviously an excellent plan to divert people's attention.
But obviously this kind of thing cannot be said...
Therefore, he could only divert his attention by observing students and complain about Professor McGonagall.
"It was completely spoiled. After working overtime during the last period of summer vacation, there was no hidden place in the whole game. I even had to participate in the setting up of some venues..."
'I feel tired just thinking about it...'
He used his hand to cover up the urge to yawn, and looked around among the students - if the standards were relaxed, then, who would be the possible warriors to be selected?
'It would have been nice if Percy had graduated a year later... He had the advantage of crushing that class. '
'It's hard to guess now...'
'Cedric is the best solution in the sixth grade, but in terms of risk-taking, he is still a little worse than the twins...Hufflepuff children are always relatively calm, and this advantage will actually become a factor when selecting warriors. Disadvantages...'
'However, those two children's foundation is still too weak, and they have never used a time turner. They are far behind in terms of magic growth and knowledge accumulation...'
'A child in seventh grade, Nancy's grades are good, but she doesn't have that kind of crushing advantage, and according to the records I read from Professor McGonagall, she has never used a time turner, which makes it even more... …'
'besides…'
"William?"
Adams pushed William to wake him from his thoughts.
"ah?"
Adams didn't respond, but he raised his head.
William quickly raised his head and found that Dumbledore was smiling and explaining to the students over there, but he kept gesturing towards him with his eyes.
"Well, after many discussions on this issue, we finally came up with a relatively safe plan -"
No one needed to explain, William immediately realized what he was talking about, and judging from the look in Dumbledore's eyes and Adams' reminder just now, Dumbledore was trying to get him to say something.
'Are you kidding me – wasn't the delayed report just typed out today? Didn't Dumbledore see it? '
As he thought, he stood up and began to organize his words.
The delay is due to hesitation, but each plan has been planned. The announcement is purely based on the answer. Basically, you can get the answer in any way.
"After many considerations, our initial plan is to strictly prohibit underage students from participating in this Triwizard Tournament, because we believe that the difficulty of the competition is beyond the ability of underage students to handle, and they are not even allowed to register. "
As soon as these words came out, the students below immediately made a sound of protest, but William didn't even change his expression and added the word "but".
"However, after many exchanges and communications between the three schools and the Ministry of Magic, we believe that it may be too unfair to restrict certain students based solely on their age. Therefore, we have decided that before the deadline for selection, underage students can pass a Special selection competition to prove themselves, if they can show sufficient results in the selection, we will make an exception..."
What followed was a round of useless clichés, but William knew that the student's mind was not on that.
After ending the trap, he clapped his hands to silence the students' comments.
"I think our selection test is not as difficult as the Triwizard Tournament, so students who can't pass shouldn't complain about the difficulty of the test - we can't send a warrior who can't even pass the school selection to represent Hogwarts. ?
"Of course not, Professor!"
The seventh-grade students started to make a fuss - none of them had to take exams, so naturally they were very arrogant.
"Then it's settled. Prepare well. The assessment will be conducted after the other two schools arrive in October."
"What about us fifth graders? We still have to take the OWLs exam!"
There was no shortage of warriors at the Gryffindor table, and immediately there were protesters.
"Ah, this question -" William spread his hands, "I don't rule out the possibility of you being selected as the Warriors, so I have to temporarily ask the principal for advice."
As he spoke, he trotted over to Dumbledore under the expectant eyes of the fifth grade students, and then waved his wand to briefly block the sounds other than him and the two principals.
To be honest, things have settled down, but what happened to that report?
Before he could say anything, Professor McGonagall stared at Dumbledore.
"Albus, I remember I sent the reports that needed approval at noon."
Her eyes were extremely stern, and even though she was not staring directly at William, he still had to take a small step back to avoid accidental injury.
"Ahem, the information provided by Lucius is too useful, Minerva..."
Professor McGonagall stared at him for a while, and finally shook her head helplessly, "Well, it would be a good way to conduct a necessary assessment on minors. Thank you for your timely response, Professor William."
'A good thing almost turned bad...'
Dumbledore asked him to make the announcement by name, naturally to strengthen the authority of his newly appointed chief of staff - after all, a former Auror came here this year, and the momentum of keeping silent was there.
"This is also the plan I preferred before. If it is too stuck, those guys don't know what method they will use to cheat. Two schools in the province also came to us and said that they were not talented enough to be dismissed. ."
"What about the assessment questions?"
"I'm not ready yet. After all, the plan hasn't been finalized yet. However, I prefer magical first aid, commonly used transformation spells and dangerous magical creatures. Even if it is to pass, it must be passed by children who are afraid or can protect themselves."
"Approximately how many students can be eliminated?"
"If it's more difficult, you can hang it all."
William thought for a moment and then played the bag card to Professor McGonagall.
There seemed to be some disturbance on Professor McGonagall's serious face, but it quickly disappeared.
"Let's discuss the difficulty later. Let's make this point. I think the other two schools will agree. The subsequent assessment of underage wizards will be left to you, Professor William."
"Okay, I'll go get ready."
William nodded and broke the magic.
Then, he pretended to have discussed it with Dumbledore and announced, "The assessment content will be related to the content of daily study, but there will be no announcement for the time being. In order to encourage everyone, the school has decided that if a fifth-year student becomes If he is a warrior, then the principal will discuss with the Ministry of Magic and record all OWLs scores of the student elected as a warrior this year as E. If he wins the Triwizard Tournament trophy for Hogwarts, then the Ministry of Magic will directly record the warrior as All subjects that need to be assessed are marked as O."
Now, it's the fifth grade's turn to fry.
All grades are recorded as O!
Everyone ignored the possibility of E by default, and even more ignored the fact of not being elected. Compared with studying hard to get all O's, it is obviously more likely to become a warrior.
But after a burst of joy, everyone collectively turned their attention to Dumbledore, trying to confirm again that what they heard was not a lie.
Dumbledore nodded as they wished, which almost caused the entire auditorium to be overturned.
But this obviously hasn't reached the most exciting part yet.
After the interlude about whether minors could register, Dumbledore announced the final bombshell.
That's a full thousand galleons in tournament prize money - yes, glory and money, the charm of the Triwizard Tournament.
After howling for a long time, Dumbledore began to comfort the students.
"Okay, it's getting late now, and it's very important that you walk into class tomorrow morning refreshed and clear-headed. Go to bed! Hurry!"
Everyone dispersed as the principal wished, but everyone looked excited. Many people began to figure out the use of the thousand galleons before they got it. There was a rattling and pinging sound in the restaurant - obviously , tonight is another night talk that I don't know how long it will last.
——
"Bertha?"
"I am here, Lord Dark Lord."
Bertha answered with determination, as if nothing could change her decision.
"Are you sure this is our destination?"
"I can't confirm it yet, Lord Dark Lord."
"…"
The conversation fell into a brief silence until a passing sailor leaned down and began asking the woman if she needed any help.
"No need, I just feel like the earth is spinning."
Bertha sat on the ground, still feeling as if she was going to be knocked down by the waves in the next moment - if she hadn't been staying with the greatest Dark Lord now, she would have felt that she had been cursed by something.
"Landsickness? Ma'am—how long have you been traveling at sea?"
The kind-hearted seaman asked, but received no answer.
Therefore, he could only shake his head helplessly and gave a suggestion that he thought was good.
"Okay, it doesn't matter if you don't want to say it, but this disease needs a few days of rest to get better."
The sailor left quickly - although he was helpful, but when the lady in front of him was unwilling to give positive feedback, he had no choice but to give up.
After sitting for a long time, Bertha got up with difficulty, "We have to find it quickly..."
Before she finished speaking, she felt dizzy again, and then decisively sat on the ground to relieve the dizziness.
"Take a break."
Tom hesitated, and finally decided to give Bertha a certain amount of rest - his wand was standing there, waiting for him to wake it up, and with this curse-like landsickness, Bertha would definitely put it on her. If things got messed up, it would be useless even if he watched it in person.
"Yes, Lord Dark Lord."
"Go buy some books about land sickness, and then find a way to get newspapers from the magical world here - if you can, get the Daily Prophet. This is not an easy thing to accomplish, but I believe in your ability. "
"Yes!"
Bertha sat on the ground and cheered. She even stood up, but soon sat down again due to severe seasickness, with a look of aggrievement on her face.
…
"Sure enough, it's a disease, a curse brought by Muggle transportation."
Enduring the dizziness, Tom read those damn books with Bertha's eyes, and finally confirmed that what the Muggle said was true. It was a bit like motion sickness, and it was similar to wizards getting sick from Apparition and Floo Network. But it doesn't happen until you're out of the sea—and only after you've been at sea long enough.
'…'
'Anyway, we're finally here. '
He persuaded himself, and then opened the story again, trying to get more information from the official records of Ilvermorny.
'This is definitely not enough. I still need to capture the wizard and ask for what I want - and it must be hidden enough to prevent the teachers and students of my school from being disturbed in advance...'
'It's really... the best gift. '
He marveled, and ordered Bertha to close the book which he had read so many times on the ship.
"Do you need to see anything else, Lord Dark Lord?"
Bertha endured the dizziness that had not yet fully recovered, and unfolded the newspaper again - this time she finally completed the task assigned by the Dark Lord without any mistakes, and successfully brought back enough newspapers to understand her days on the ship. What happened in the wizarding world.
'madness! '
Borrowing Bertha's perspective, Tom read a piece of news and commented casually.
Then the next one.
'Arrogant! '
"Moaning for no reason!"
'Mudblood showing off! '
'A barely interesting case. '
Turning over the newspapers one by one, the Dark Lord was disgusted while learning what happened after they boarded the ship.
Bertha even started to be lazy - the Dark Lord was looking at it seriously. Her landsickness had not completely recovered, and her eyes were a little dazzled when she read. She just stared at the newspaper in a daze.
'Isn't it, it's been a long time since I read it? '
After being dazed for a long time, she finally realized the problem. She came back to her senses and prepared to turn another page, silently hoping that the Dark Lord would not notice her laziness.
However, when she was about to move away with her hands, she heard the most vicious sound she had ever heard in her life.
"Lu!~Xiu!~Si!"