"Are those idiots at the Ministry of Magic pigs?"
"We have to talk about this, and we have to talk about that - haven't they ever thought about respecting tradition?"
In the office, William rarely lost his temper and even ate two pieces of chocolate without suppressing his anger.
The source of all the anger came from the letter in front of him. He had just unhooked the letter from the Ministry of Magic from the owl five minutes ago - the person above informed him in a somewhat tactful but undeniable tone that the previously planned plan might have appeared. Deviation, the Triwizard Tournament may welcome a fourth contestant.
Yes, that's right, there are four participating parties in the Triwizard Tournament - this joke could last a year, if he hadn't approved the recent planning.
After hammering the table hard, William decided not to be angry and asked Professor McGonagall to react.
He changed things he had agreed upon casually. Do you really think that Hogwarts is a unit directly under the Ministry of Magic?
It has been nearly a month since school started, and he has spent a lot of time discussing plans with other companies. Will he just change the plan?
Just do it, he packed up the plan and hurried to Professor McGonagall's office with the letter.
When he knocked on the door of Professor McGonagall's office, he was surprised to find that Professor McGonagall's usually serious face had an unusual... I don't know whether to say it was wonderful or surprised expression.
"Ah, Professor William, you are here..."
When she saw him, Professor McGonagall's expression was still a little hesitant.
"Well...Professor William, please sit down first..."
"It's not a question of whether to sit down or not, Professor."
William shook his head at Professor McGonagall, "But, how should I put it, the Ministry of Magic suddenly sent me a very strange letter..."
As he spoke, he pushed the parchment towards Professor McGonagall.
Professor McGonagall quickly took the letter and read it in less than three minutes. "This is too much. I will immediately send a letter of protest to the Ministry of Magic..."
She said as she pushed another piece of parchment towards William.
"The third paragraph, Professor William."
Although he was curious about what the rest of the content was, William still controlled not to look elsewhere.
[In order to thank Professor Li William for his early efforts in this event, Ilvermorny School will provide him with the following allowances - 15 copies of Fuling Elixir materials (special crucible) and 30 copies of compound soup materials (standard crucible) …]
Just seeing these two items, William couldn't believe his eyes.
But the third paragraph is very long, almost scary.
'Gu...'
After reading the entire paragraph, he couldn't help but swallow a mouthful of saliva - it's not that he was ignorant, but that the other party was really willing to give up...
Although William has always been aware that an individual's power is almost insignificant in the face of an entire organization, this is the first time he has such a clear understanding of this matter - how should I put it, the potion ingredients at the back alone are enough for galleons. A human figure has been piled up, and the 15 ingredients for the elixir in front are simply a naked show off.
Fuling Elixir is neither boiled water nor some shabby stuff on the street. It is a genuine, niche magic potion that is circulated in small circles. There are not many raw materials on the market, and the price is inflated.
He could make up two copies for each, fifteen copies - even smugglers wouldn't dare to bring raw materials like this. If the quantity of many controlled raw materials exceeded, they would be waiting to enter the deepest part of Azkaban.
For the fifteen raw materials, he had to spend at least three months on the black market and fight several price wars before he could buy them at a premium - the problem was that he didn't have that many galleons.
"Ilvermorny?"
"Or in other words, the entire American wizarding world is very generous - a ten-year exchange student program, a donation to a greenhouse that symbolizes the friendship between the two schools, several collaborative projects on magic research topics..."
"They are so rich...their tuition must be very high."
William shrugged his shoulders.
"No fees is a policy that Hogwarts has adhered to since its establishment, Professor William - but sometimes we cannot refuse such external assistance."
"Okay...actually I wanted to refuse -" William spread his hands with a helpless expression on his face, "But they gave me too much...I'm going to work overtime."
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"Isn't it unfair to give up so many benefits just to participate in the competition?"
"No, no, no, take a longer view...it's just a trivial Galleons, Albert."
"Although our idiot congressman always likes to put forward useless opinions in useless places, he did a good job this time."
At Ilvermorny School, the principal, who is nearly sixty years old, cheerfully explained to his juniors, "What really supports Ilvermorny is the huge collection of books in our library, the spirit and school rules of the school since its establishment over the past century, not those who have been Galleons chased by people."
"Knowledge is the wizard's greatest wealth. As a descendant of the Fontana family, you should know this better than anyone else - the four colleges were established to pass on knowledge, not anything else."
"We just lost some galleons, but we gained a precious ticket, a ticket for Ilvermorny to enter a top school -"
The old principal sat down happily, "Although the law doesn't agree with it, I still studied the history of the No-Maj family in this country. It's very interesting."
"First get the qualifications to enter, and then you can slowly wait for the opportunity - we can wait."
"Although everyone hopes to get a place in this Triwizard Tournament, we can definitely lose."
"If you lose this time, then wait until next time. Time is always on our side." He pointed at the globe in the office with his finger. "The Triwizard Tournament - the three major magic schools in Europe. In recent years, First Grindelwald, then Voldemort, who knows who will be next?"
"Just keep waiting, there will always be a chance for us..."
The old principal flipped the globe and said, "The reply has arrived. You are responsible for going to Hogwarts for final negotiations, Professor Gilbert."
"If necessary, we can continue to make concessions, materials, Galleons, and even magical creatures. We only need tickets..."
The old principal's tone became serious, "Give them what they want, engrave our names on the Triwizard Tournament roster."
"Yes of course."
Gilbert stood up and said, "I will pay whatever it takes to ensure the success of the agreement."
"By the way, there's also——"
The old principal remembered something, "Pay more attention to the outstanding young people in the three schools - especially the warriors who won the championship. I hope they can get suitable positions in Ilvermorny."
"The championship may not come from us, but the championship can belong to us."
"Yes, Principal!"
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"The Triwizard Tournament turned into four...it's just nonsense."
In William's office, William began to do the necessary work for those expensive potion ingredients - it's not just to add one more person, this involves quite a lot of problems, especially since there are so many departments involved, and it has to go through a series of Bullshit.
Fortunately, Ilvermorny, who had come from afar, opened a convenient passage with his Galleon, and no one from the three participating parties protested in the end.
After all, in the final analysis, this is just a high-end game played by a small circle, and it does not involve any fundamental interests. Since there is a Hanhan who comes to reimburse everyone for all travel expenses, etc., it doesn't hurt to add one more temporarily.
Of course, the more important reason is that the competition has been suspended for a long time, and Ilvermorny has developed in a decent way during this time - the former has weakened the sanctity of the competition rules, and the latter collects money for everyone. Found a good excuse.
'It's just that the club matters have to be pushed back...'
William yawned and began to plan a new system - judging from the way the other party was throwing money, it was almost certain that this was going to happen, so instead of piling up the work later, it would be better to finish it now.
'Safety measures come first - we have to let the Thunderbird lose control again. '
Although the negotiation has not been completed, we will proceed as successful first, and wait until the students from the other three schools come over to see if anyone will come to pretend - especially Ilvermorny, who came all the way to give money, it is really embarrassing Too suspicious.
'I'll let it go for other suspicious things, but I want to keep an eye on Ilvermorny personally. '
'I still don't believe it, I can't catch you! '
He clicked the quill fiercely and fiercely.
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"Lord Dark Lord?'
"Keep quiet, Bertha."
Tom felt it was difficult to breathe at this moment - in his current state, it was too difficult to maintain a good Imperius Curse.
There was nothing I could do about it. Bertha was supposed to be doing the job.
But the problem is, this newest Death Eater doesn't know anything about the three Unforgivable Curses, the organization's signature spells.
Although in theory he should teach it in person, but considering that Bertha had a good grasp of the situation in which the Triwizard Tournament might end, Tom had no choice but to do it himself regardless of the danger, and in one fell swoop controlled the person who was most likely to influence the thoughts of the senator. assistant.
The operation was extremely successful. Although the congressman was disliked by many people, he had the minimum number of voters and the organization behind him. After considering the plan created by the Dark Lord himself, they began to collectively build momentum for this.
After all, everyone is spending the Magic Council's money to do something - or make people think they are going to do something.
There is nothing that can be done about the Quidditch World Cup, but appearing in the Triwizard Tournament is indeed a good opportunity. Spending money is nothing. Cooperation with other magical societies is not free money. Most of the cooperation projects are profit-making.
Cooperation is nothing more than making less money, but the job opportunities created, the short-term prosperity created, and even the subsequent influence are all real benefits - and the main thing is not their galleons.
The sincere cooperation of these congressmen made Tom's idea come true so quickly that he even doubted that the American magical society was really a gift left by Slytherin for his descendants.
"Bertha?"
Tom, who was a little tired, called out in a low voice. He was tired now and needed to rest.
"I am here, Lord Dark Lord."
"Keep an eye on this negotiation. If there is a trend of success, then delay the action. If it is unsuccessful, complete the infiltration work before the other party comes back."
"Okay, Lord Dark Lord."
Bertha agreed wholeheartedly.
"Hurry up and train the Imperius Curse, and use those captured bugs to experiment first!"
"Yes, Lord Dark Lord!"
"Very well, I need to rest, Bertha, and keep an eye on our prey."
Voldemort closed his eyes - he was too tired for this period.
He is the one who plans the plan, he is the one who executes it, and he is the one who interrogates the intelligence. Even if he can control people with the Imperius Curse - there is no way, no matter what it is, it is not suitable to leave it to this guy Bertha.
'I'm going to kill you, Lucius... No, I'm going to make you responsible for all the work, Lucius. If there's anything wrong at all, just use the Cruciatus Curse...'
With such resentment, Tom fell into a deep sleep.
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"Principal Karkaroff...where is Ivermorny?"
"Let them come."
"But…"
"We just want to change the activities... If we still follow the previous rules, then there will only be three warriors from the three companies. What do you think our chances of Krum being selected are?"
"It's possible, but..."
The Goblet of Fire doesn't cause trouble once or twice, so no one dares to guarantee it.
"So, why don't you agree to join us?"
"The Triwizard Tournament has become four schools, so what about the warriors - can we add a few more?"
"You mean?"
"Make sure Krum can become a champion - the champion of the Triwizard Tournament is the world champion... What a great gimmick?"
"By the way, publicize his kind words, deeds and performance," Karkaroff smiled happily - winning the Triwizard Tournament is not the only highlight. "It may attract criticism, but more of it is good. influence, he needs this."
"You mean...to discuss it with Hogwarts..."
"Yes, make sure Krum can be selected. Enough publicity is the reason why we can develop and thrive."
"Yes, Principal."
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"Albus, do you really want to agree to let them join?"
"If necessary, yes - he disappeared from the woods."
Dumbledore was in the office, patiently answering Professor McGonagall's questions.
"I never believe that history like the Triwizard Tournament should override the status quo, Minerva. If making slight changes can provide more opportunities for testing, then let them do it."
"Just adding one more school, the essence of the Triwizard Tournament has not changed. If we can include the eleven most famous schools in the world into the Triwizard Tournament, it will naturally become a top international event."
"Standing still will only lead to abandonment - especially in this most dangerous time, Minerva."
"I understand, Albus. I will urge the professors to quickly come up with new plans and selection exams."
"Then go ahead, Minerva."
Professor McGonagall quickly left, leaving Dumbledore alone in his office.
However, Dumbledore, who usually took the opportunity to be lazy, did not take out the candied fruit for the first time. Instead, he took out the diary and patiently observed it.
"Horcrux..."
"The source of immortal power?"
"In the story of Ilvermorny, the immortal witch was hit by a magic arrow and her immortal black magic was broken. What about you - which arrow was it that pierced you?"
"Or, more than one? At least, a crown that will be cherished? Or more?"
"How many did you make, Tom?"
He tapped the name on the title page, and his fingers kept tapping on Tom Riddle without stopping for a long time.