Capítulo 238: Chapter 238: World Quidditch School Cup!
Alvin was very troubled at this time. How could the drama appear at Hogwarts?
Looking at Fleur's aggrieved eyes, Alvin quickly interrupted them.
"Okay, okay, I'm starving to death. Why hasn't the food been served yet?"
Saying that while he tapped his plate with a fork. Although it was a little rude, Alvin didn't care about it then.
In an instant, the little wizards' plates were filled with food, and the house elves in the kitchen seemed to do their best to make this dinner unbelievably rich.
Alvin picked up a piece of lamb chop and ate it, unexpectedly finding that the taste was not bad.
Fleur intimately served Alvin a bowl of Langoustine Bouillabaisse. When Cho saw Fleur's move, he also handed over a portion of Foie Gras.
The battle between the two girls has started again. You have a bowl of Escargot, and I have a French Meringue. Alvin has never eaten so fast as today.
Fortunately, Luna and Gabriel on the side were staring wide-eyed and did not participate. Otherwise, he would have to go out sideways today.
Seeing that Alvin was holding on to finish eating what they were giving, Fleur and Cho were also very distressed. They stopped the movement of their hands and handed him a cup of tea to promote digestion.
Durmstrang's students sat at the long Slytherin table, and many young Slytherin wizards were enthusiastic about them.
Many pure-blood families dislike Dumbledore's support for Muggle wizards and half-blood wizards. They have sent their children to Durmstrang, a school composed entirely of pure blood.
On the High Table, Dumbledore was chatting enthusiastically with the Headmaster/Headmistress of the other two schools, and Karkaroff made a false smirk from time to time.
Halfway through the banquet, the Great Hall door was pushed open, and Crouch in a suit and Bagman in a Hornets uniform walked in.
Crouch's expression was haggard, and his eyes were a little erratic. Everyone thought it might be that he had too much work at his usual times. Only Alvin knew that Crouch was pretending.
And Bagman's face is filled with a warm smile, exactly the same as what Alvin saw in the World Cup. If Crouch hadn't said it, Alvin wouldn't have believed that this man was Barty Jr. in disguise.
The two walked to the High Table, chatted with Dumbledore for a few words, and sat down.
Dumbledore stood up when the food on the plate was swept away.
"Allow me to introduce the two guests, as there are still people who do not know them. Mr. Bartemius Crouch Senior, the Head of the Department of International Magical Cooperation at the Ministry of Magic, and Mr. Ludovic Bagman, the Head of the Department of Magical Games and Sports at the Ministry of Magic."
With the warm applause in the Great Hall, Crouch nodded in response while Bagman waved happily and expressed his gratitude.
"The two gentlemen who have done much for the Triwizard Tournament over the past few months will form the jury with our four Headmasters/Headmistress and Mr. Gaunt."
"Although Ilvermorny's friends haven't arrived yet, there are some procedures you should know."
The little wizards stared at Dumbledore closely and saw him motioning to Filch to bring a large box over.
"This year's competition program has been determined with the efforts of the Ministry of Magic and me. There are five tasks in total, and they will run through the whole school year."
"Forgive me. Only one of these tasks can be revealed at the moment. The others require the Champions to play on the spot to reflect their magical talents."
Hearing that all the competition tasks could not be known yet, the little wizards were frustrated. Still, they were immediately curious about the task that could be explained.
"In this year, Hogwarts, Beauxbatons, Durmstrang, and Ilvermorny will form a Quidditch team led by the Champions, forming a World Quidditch Schools Cup!"
The little wizards looked at Dumbledore in disbelief. The Quidditch Cup was gone, and there was a World Quidditch Schools Cup.
The Great Hall burst into enthusiastic cheers. Everyone's love for Quidditch is unimaginable. Some Quidditch players have stood up excitedly. They can play against players from other schools, which they have never considered.
They have high expectations that their House students will be selected to become Champions, so their odds of participating in the game significantly increase.
Even Cho's eyes were full of longing. She glanced at Alvin regretfully. It would be great if Alvin could compete. Then she would definitely be able to play.
It took a great deal of effort for Dumbledore to restore calm to the boiling Great Hall. He opened the wooden box Filch had placed on the high platform and took out a rough wooden goblet. The cup was not inconspicuous at all, but there was a bluish-white flame throbbing inside.
"This is our fairest referee, and every student who wants to run as a Champion must write his name and school on a piece of paper and throw it into this Goblet of Fire."
"And on Halloween night, the Goblet of Fire will select the four representatives he thinks best represent the four schools."
"To prevent underage students from being tempted, I will set an age limit around the Goblet of Fire. No one under seventeen can cross this limit."
After he finished speaking, he just picked up his wand and swiped around the Goblet of Fire, and a few silver threads covered the Goblet of Fire and then disappeared.
Seeing this age limit. Many young wizards are already eager to move. Many things can change age in the wizarding world, and an Ageing Potion is one of them.
"Professor! What are the selection criteria for the Goblet of Fire?"
A Slytherin student stood up and asked loudly, his age seemed to have met the requirements, and he must also be a player who wants to participate.
"Mr. Shamond." Dumbledore called out his name, "This involves a very ancient set of spells and contracts, and I can't explain it clearly in a short time."
"But you can rest assured that the Goblet of Fire's decision has never been missed in more than a hundred years, and I think this is enough to prove its vision."
The student named Shamond didn't get any useful information, so he could only sit down helplessly.
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