Chapter 231: The Triwizard Tournament!

When the last dessert on the table disappeared, Dumbledore stood up again. All the noise stopped abruptly, leaving only the wind and rain outside.

"Now that we're all full, I have to say something very important."

The old students are indifferent, tired of hearing this kind of rhetoric, and are the same every year.

Sure enough, Dumbledore announced that Filch had added several new prohibited items.

Includes Dungbomb, Teething Saucers, and Nosebleed Nougat.

The Weasley Brothers' Nosebleed Nougat caused a lot of trouble for professors, who couldn't tell whether the students were really sick or the effect of the Nosebleed Nougat.

After a few years, the twins' Nosebleed Nougat has been updated in multiple versions. With the help of Alvin's "billion," the Nosebleed Nougat is not limited to making students nosebleeds.

Colds, fevers, sore throats, and even hemorrhoids can all be achieved.

After finishing these things, Dumbledore again introduced Sirius to everyone. He will be the professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts this year.

As early as the end of the last semester, the little wizards have always known, but this time it was just a routine.

But Dumbledore's following sentence caused an uproar.

"I also regret to inform you that the Quidditch Cup will not be held this year."

"What?"

Harry stood up in surprise. Not only he but everyone was clamoring. Fred and George widened their mouths, an unbelievable look.

"Is Dumbledore crazy?"

Even Cho couldn't sit. Still, her love for Quidditch was as good as anyone else's.

"Don't worry, Cho. There will be more exciting matches than the Quidditch Cup this year."

Alvin said something meaningful that Cho didn't understand.

Dumbledore ignored everyone's reaction and tapped his own throat with his wand to silence everyone's voice.

"This is because a large event is about to start in October and will continue throughout the school year, taking up too much energy from the teachers."

"But I'm sure you'll all have much fun out of it. I'm pleased to announce that this year at Hogwarts, there will be a Triwizard Tournament after a hiatus of over a century!"

"You are joking!"

Fred stood up and said loudly.

Everyone laughed out loud, and even Dumbledore chuckled in admiration. The displeasure brought by the cancellation of the Quidditch Cup also dissipated at this time.

"Is this the big thing Malfoy is talking about?" Cho asked in Alvin's ear.

Alvin nodded and assuredly said, "Yes, trust me, this game is more interesting than Quidditch."

"I didn't read a joke, Mr. Weasley," said Dumbledore, "but for the joke, I remembered a Gaunt's joke, and I told you about a wizard walking into a hotel with a witch, and for a minute. Afterward, they..."

"Cough cough!"

Alvin coughed loudly, and he interrupted Dumbledore.

"Oh! Sorry, where did we get to? Ah, yes, the Triwizard..."

Many senior wizards looked at Alvin with weird smiles. Alvin was also very speechless. Is Dumbledore trying to trick him on purpose?

A blush appeared on Cho's face. She knew what she should know and squeezed the soft flesh around Alvin's waist.

How could this person tell such a joke to the Headmaster!

"Alvin, what are they laughing at?" Luna was a little confused. She didn't understand what Dumbledore was saying.

"It's alright. The Headmaster is confused. He's making jokes."

Alvin laughed dryly and made an excuse. Luna nodded in agreement, "The Quibbler said that Headmaster Dumbledore has been plagued by brain-eating bugs, which makes him sometimes crazy."

Thanks to the Quibbler and my father-in-law for saving my life.

Alvin thought silently in his heart.

"In short, the event will be re-hosted at Hogwarts. There will be fierce competition between the four schools of Hogwarts, Durmstrang, Beauxbatons, and Ilvermorny."

"In October, they will come here with carefully selected champions, who will be chosen with the awakening of an impartial referee."

After Dumbledore's introduction, the audience fell silent for a while, and the twins stood up again.

"Headmaster, I think there may be some problems with your math. It's a Triwizard Tournament, but you mentioned four schools."

The little wizards burst into laughter, which is why they were silent.

Alvin touched his nose in embarrassment, staggering Dumbledore's gaze, a little embarrassed.

"Mr. Weasley, you heard it right," Dumbledore said genially, looking back.

"For some reason, the Triwizard Tournament, Ilvermorny, will also participate, a famous magic school from North America."

"To show their sincerity, the winning champions will receive 3,000 Galleons!"

"Wow!"

The atmosphere is warm again, 3,000 Galleons! Not to mention for young wizards, but for many adult wizards, it is a huge fortune.

Mr. Weasley was also considered a mid-level man at the Ministry of Magic, and his monthly salary was less than 100 Galleons.

Many have fantasized about becoming a champion, bringing honor to Hogwarts, and winning a lot of money.

But Dumbledore spoke again, and the whole Great Hall fell silent again.

"I know you are all eager to win for Hogwarts, but the Ministry of Magic and I agree that only students over seventeen years of age should be allowed to sign up."

His words aroused strong protests from many people, and some underage wizards patted the table to express their dissatisfaction.

They have already planned how to spend this Galleon, and now Dumbledore has made them lose 3000 Galleons out of thin air...

"What about Alvin!? If he can participate, the championship must be ours!"

A Ravenclaw senior stood up and protested loudly.

Many people also responded.

Yes! If Alvin can participate, the champion must be Hogwarts, and even those Slytherin students admit that Alvin must be the number one player in the school now.

Although a little unhappy that this honor was won by Alvin, they will accept it as long as they can win several other magic schools.

Dumbledore pushed his glasses, and all the students looked at him expectantly, hoping he could change his decision.

"I'm sorry, but seventeen is a must for the Triwizard Tournament anyway."

"As for Mr. Gaunt..." He lengthened his voice and seemed to think, "If Mr. Gaunt participates in the competition, I believe there is no need to hold this Triwizard Tournament."

"Hahaha!"

All the students laughed, and some people cheered.

Hermione and the others also looked at their boyfriends proudly.

"So, he will not participate in this competition as a player, but he will join us as a technical advisor and referee!"

Little wizards did not expect Alvin became the referee of the Triwizard Tournament. What are technical consultants?

"Okay, it's getting late for your tomorrow's class. Now, go to bed!"

After Dumbledore finished speaking, he left the Great Hall, and the little wizards got up one after another and walked to the Common Room of their respective Houses.

Fred and George quickly caught up with Alvin.

"You must be able to help us, right?"

The two are very persistent about whether they can participate in this event. Although, with the help of Alvin, they are not short of money, how can the twins want to miss such a fun thing?

Alvin pretended to be serious, "Is that how you talk to the referee?"

The little wizards were laughing, and they knew Alvin was joking. Still, they were curious whether Alvin could solve the age problem.

"Alvin, you can't help them cheat!"

Hermione also rushed over. She was afraid Alvin would be soft-hearted and would he agree with the twins.

Giving Hermione a reassuring look, Alvin looked at the twins, then at the people around him, cleared his throat, and said.

"Actually, you can participate even if you are not old enough."

In a word, the crowd was boiling again, but Alvin then poured a basin of cold water on everyone.

"If you want to participate, you can try as much as you like. If you succeed with your means, your strength will reach the standard."

"But before that, you have to think about it. The Triwizard Tournament is deadly. You guys, are you ready?"

After speaking, Alvin took Cho and the others through the crowd and up the stairs, leaving behind a group of contemplative little wizards.

In the early morning of the next day, the weather was still bad, and although it had not rained, the sound of the roar of the wind could be heard very clearly even in the castle.

Sitting in the Great Hall, Alvin and Hermione were reading their timetable.

"We only have Potions and Defence Against the Dark Arts together."

Hermione was a little unhappy. She and Alvin took too few courses this semester. Most of them were with Slytherin.

"It's okay. In fact, I will have classes at the beginning of this semester, and I may need to be absent often after the Triwizard Tournament is held."

Alvin consoled Hermione. The Triwizard Tournament this semester had been messed up by Alvin. There used to be three tasks, but now there are five, and each task is much more complicated.

He was also looking for trouble for himself.

"What did Headmaster Dumbledore mean by technical advisor yesterday?"

Looking at Alvin, Hermione was intrigued by what skills he offered to the Triwizard Tournament.

"I designed a live broadcast system. You can't see the specific process of some tasks in the Triwizard Tournament, so I contributed this set of alchemy props for the audience's sake."

After some remarks, Alvin said that was the righteous thing, and the other little wizards who heard it also looked at him with admiration.

Hermione gave him a roll of the eyes, and Alvin definitely made a fortune again.

Patting Hermione's little head, Alvin left the Great Hall. The first semester's class was Herbology, and he had to go to the Greenhouse outside the castle.

When Alvin walked to Greenhouse 3, Professor Sprout was already there.

"Venomous Tentacula," Professor Sprout introduced to everyone with a pot of plants, and Alvin took a closer look. Isn't this a magical version of the Venus Flytrap?

"This plant can be used to make a poisonous potion. Our task today is to squeeze out their liquid."

After introducing the operating procedures, Professor Sprout gave each student a pot of Venomous Tentacula.

Alvin held it in his hand, staring at the largest' mouth' of the Venomous Tentacula in a daze.

In a previous life, Alvin had seen the introduction of the Venus flytrap, and he was still very curious about this carnivorous plant.

According to Professor Sprout's method, a special ointment was applied to the mouth of the Venomous Tentacula, and the leaves of the Venomous Tentacula closed. A crystal-clear liquid soon flowed out.

Alvin collected the liquid into the crystal bottle and completed the task easily.

He looked at the Venomous Tentacula, which had returned to its original state, and was eager to move.

Does this plant have a sense of taste?

Looking up at Professor Sprout's location and seeing that she was correcting the mistakes of the little wizards far away, Alvin secretly took out a Ghost Pepper.

This is a travel gift from Padma Patil to Alvin. She and her twin sisters returned to Indian Country during the summer vacation. They brought many souvenirs when they came back.

Every Ravenclaw fourth grader has one.

Using a knife to cut a small piece, Alvin used a spell to turn the Ghost Pepper into powder and then controlled the pepper powder to sprinkle it evenly on the leaves of the Venomous Tentacula.

At first, the Venomous Tentacula didn't respond. Alvin thought they were not afraid of spicy food. Still, after more than ten seconds, the leaves of the Venomous Tentacula suddenly closed and collapsed.

Immediately afterward, the entire Venomous Tentacula twitched wildly, which also attracted the attention of the classmates next to it.

Hannah Abbott of Hufflepuff came over curiously and just wanted to ask Alvin how he did it. The leaves of the Venomous Tentacula suddenly opened and spewed out a strong flame.

"Aguamenti!"

Aguamenti Charm appeared between Hannah and the Venomous Tentacula, preventing the flames from 'intimate contact' with Hannah at the last moment.

"Huff!"

Alvin breathed a sigh of relief, for Hannah Abbott would probably be burnt today if he hadn't been on guard when he saw the wiggle of the Venomous Tentacula.

"What's going on here? Mr. Gaunt?"

Professor Sprout also noticed the movement and inquired about the situation.

"Sorry, Professor, I experimented with Venomous Tentacula."

Professor Sprout looked at the slumped Venomous Tentacula and then at Hannah, who was still in shock.

Since there was no accident, the gentle Professor Sprout didn't say anything and turned around and left.

"Are you all right, Hannah?"

Alvin looked at Hannah apologetically. He didn't expect that she would suddenly come over and almost get into trouble.

"I'm fine, Alvin. How did you do it? I mean, how did you make the Venomous Tentacula breathe fire?"

Hannah gave a hearty smile. She was a little nervous, and she didn't care about the crisis just now. Instead, she was curious about how the Venomous Tentacula could shoot flames.

Alvin handed her the remaining Ghost Pepper and repeated the process.

She looked at the Ghost Pepper with bright eyes, "Is this one of the hottest peppers in the world? I have never seen it before. I don't know what effect it will have in cooking."

Alvin was a little speechless. All herbal plants appear as ingredients in their eyes.

"If you like it, I'll give you."

After speaking, Alvin took out the remaining Ghost Peppers in the space pocket. He gave Hannah the other spices that Padma gave him.

"These are the spices that Padma brought from the Indian Country. You can try them together."

Hannah accepted it happily and invited Alvin to taste the dishes she had made.

But Alvin still declined, eating the dish made with Ghost Peppers. Alvin didn't want his mouth to suffer.

A bell rang, and the Herbology class was over. Alvin had another class on the Care of Magical Creatures to attend. Still, he had already said hello to Hagrid and would not participate in class this semester.

Hagrid, who was a little more stable last semester, greatly improved the students' evaluation of him through various cute creatures. Still, in the new school year, he began to let himself go again.

During the summer vacation, he sent a letter to Alvin. He was thrilled to introduce to Alvin a new type of magical creature he had developed - the Flailtail Snail.

One of his lessons for his students this semester is to figure out how to make these snails grow faster.

Alvin had seen the photos, they were like big white shrimps that had been deformed and shelled, and they looked terrifying.

He definitely doesn't want to take care of these monster-like magical creatures.