There was no applause at all. Dumbledore and Hagrid took the lead in clapping a few times before a group of classmates remembered and the applause was sparse.
Dumbledore cleared his throat: "As I just said, in the next few months, we will be very honored to host a very exciting event, which has not been held for more than a century. I
I am very happy to tell you that the Triwizard Tournament will be held at Hogwarts this year."
"The Triwizard Tournament was founded about seven hundred years ago as a friendly competition between the three largest wizarding schools in Europe. The three schools are: Hogwarts, Beauxbatons and Durmster
Lang. Each school selects a warrior, and then the three warriors compete in three magic projects. The Triwizard Tournament is held every five years, and the three schools take turns hosting it. Everyone agrees that this is a competition between young wizards from different countries.
It was a great way to build friendship, but later, too many people died, and the Triwizard Tournament was interrupted."
Hermione looked around in shock and whispered, "Death count?"
Qingqing replied: "Well, who knows who the enemy is?"
Dumbledore continued: "Over the centuries, there have been several attempts to revive the Tournament, but none of them have been successful. However, we at the Ministry of Magic's Department of International Magical Cooperation and Department of Magical Sports believe that the time has come for another attempt.
Mature. We have done a lot of work this summer to ensure that every warrior will not encounter life-threatening danger."
"In October, the principals of Beauxbatons and Durmstrang will lead their carefully selected contenders, and the ceremony to select the warriors will be held on Halloween. An impartial referee will decide which students are most qualified to compete.
Triwizard Cup, you can win honor for your school, and you can also get a thousand Galleons bonus personally."
Dumbledore pressed his hands and continued: "I know you are all eager to win the Triwizard Tournament trophy for Hogwarts, but the participating schools and the Ministry of Magic have unanimously agreed to set an age limit for this year's competitors.
Only students who are over seventeen years old—that is to say, over seventeen years old—are allowed to register for consideration."
"We feel that this measure is necessary because the competition is still very difficult and dangerous. No matter how many precautions we take, it is simply impossible for students below sixth and seventh grade to handle it. I will personally guarantee that
No student underage can deceive our impartial judges and become a champion of Hogwarts."
"Therefore, if you are under seventeen, I beg you not to waste your time in applying. A delegation from Beauxbatons and Durmstrang will arrive in October and will spend most of the academic year with us.
.I know that you will be warm and friendly when our foreign distinguished guests stay here."
"And once the Hogwarts Champion is finally chosen, you will all support him or her wholeheartedly. Well, it's already late, so you can walk into class with a clear mind and energy tomorrow morning. Go to bed!
hurry up!"
They came to the entrance to Gryffindor Tower above, which was hidden behind a huge portrait of a fat lady in a pink silk dress: "The password?"
George: "Nonsense." The portrait suddenly bounced forward, revealing a large hole in the wall, and they all crawled through it. The circular common room was filled with tables and slumped armchairs.
The fire crackled and burned brightly.
Along the way, Harry, Ron, and Qingqing all looked helplessly at the mumbling Hermione. The child had no choice but to think about rescuing the house elf in this way. The three of them all rolled their eyes. This task, uh, is too much.
Trouble.
Before going to bed, Qingqing thought of Ron's ridiculous dress and called Guoguo directly. Guoguo appeared in response, and Qingqing said: "Um, you can customize a qualified dress for the three gentlemen of the Weasley family. Um,
Anyway, Ron’s dress is a bit unsightly. Once you’re done with it, just send the dress directly to them and get the money from the restaurant. By the way, is Winky still adapting to the life in the restaurant?”
Guoguo replied: "Very adaptable. In fact, people like Dobby are the weirdest elves."
Hermione interjected: "Don't you feel the inequality?"
Guoguo tilted her head in confusion, and Qingqing explained: "Well, you can understand that Hermione sympathizes with Winky's experience. Of course, she thinks Dobby's choice is more correct."
Guoguo's eyes immediately looked at Hermione with fear, and she sincerely advised: "Master, don't have such dangerous thoughts, okay?"
Qingqing scratched her head and said sincerely: "You can tell Miss Hermione what will happen to her if she insists on liberating you elves."
Guoguo said seriously: "Oh, no, this is a terrible idea. After all, someone like Dobby is simply pregnant with an elf. If Miss Granger insists, she will be hated by all the elves.
Boycott, and you won't have clean rooms, delicious food, etc."
Qingqing sighed and said: "Well, actually Hermione just wants to apply for reasonable treatment for you, such as vacation, sick leave, allowances and equal treatment. Basically, the elves should have rest and the elves should also be paid.
By the way, my restaurant doesn’t have any holidays, but it still has subsidies. By the way, I really don’t think I’ve ever asked, does Elf Restaurant have any holidays?”
Guoguo tilted her head and thought about it before answering: "There are human wizards, but we are elves."
Qingqing frowned and asked, "Did Mr. Lu Ping ask for it?"
Guo Guo shook her head: "Well, if the elves there are sick, Mr. Luping will give them a day off to recuperate. After all, the elves there are open, but they don't have to take a break, unlike humans who do it every day or two.
There are no people there. But this is normal for elves."
Qingqing waved her hands towards Hermione: "Look, I'm like this all the time here. Even if you really want to save the elf, at most you're like me."
Hermione was very satisfied: "How much salary do you pay them?"
Qingqing looked at Guoguo, who replied: "10 gold galleons per month. Based on their performance, Mr. Luping will reward them with more gold galleons. If something is damaged, the gold galleons will also be deducted."
Long, just like a few days ago, Dobby’s money was deducted.”
Qingqing was very interested and asked: "What is he doing? Lu Ping is a good-tempered person. Isn't it easy to deduct money?"
Guoguo spread her hands: "He put a plate of food on Mr. Lucius Malfoy's face. Of course, the explanation was that he accidentally slipped and fell, but obviously no one believed it."