Harry Potter: The Muggle Crown Prince at Hogwarts

While Ellen and Draco were whispering, the sorting ceremony was successfully completed.

Dumbledore stood up,

"Welcome to Hogwarts, everyone! Listen to the old man's platitudes before your brains are clogged with delicious food.

"Attention freshmen and veterans, this year's Quidditch season will be cancelled—"

The little wizards howled.

Dumbledore smiled, lovingly like a lion looking after a cub.

The skinned Grindelwald pouted uncomfortably.

...and always.

The little moralist Al always gave his pupils that loving look.

He trusts his students.

Love the students too.

Grindelwald admits to being jealous.

Perhaps, he thought, he shouldn't have begged to teach at Hogwarts, watching Albus smile at the other brats every day.

But this jealousy didn't affect the dedicated old principal at all.

"Quiet--!"

Dumbledore said lightly, like a talking lion,

"But at the same time, Hogwarts will host a grand event this October—

"Triwizard Tournament!"

The little wizards cheered and warmly popularized this event with their friends.

Dumbledore had no choice but to cast a "loud voice" again.

He explained,

"I know we've always had some knowledgeable students, but I should just spread the word about this event.

"In fact, the Triwizard Tournament began 700 years ago as a friendly competition between the three major schools of magic - Hogwarts, Durmstrang, and Beauxbatons.

"Each school will choose a warrior to compete in, and every five years the three schools will take turns hosting it, but because of the high number of deaths, it has not been held for more than a century."

The students in the hall whispered excitedly.

"There have been several attempts over the centuries to restore the game."

Dumbledore continued,

"Not once."

"However, our Ministry of Magic's Department of International Cooperation and Magical Competitions believes that the time is ripe for a re-opening, and therefore—

"The principals of Beauxbaton and Durmstrang will bring the contestants they have selected to our school in October, and the contestants' trials will be held on Halloween. Those who win the championship will have eternal glory and be recorded in the history!"

Dumbledore paused, and the hall fell silent again.

He looked at Allen and blinked slightly.

The old headmaster said badly,

"After discussions between the principals of the three schools and the Ministry of Magic, we have decided to impose an age limit on the contestants - wizards under the age of 17 are not allowed to sign up.

"It's a necessary measure because the game is dangerous."

He got serious and managed to silence everyone's complaints.

No matter how kind the lion king is, he is still the lion king.

Once serious, the unrivaled prestige is revealed.

No one dared to make a fuss with that expression.

Slytherin was also silent.

Dumbledore said seriously,

"I'll do it myself to make sure underage students don't fool our impartial judges. But in the meantime—"

He looked at Allen and blinked playfully.

"Out of respect for the outstanding students..."

Almost everyone in the school looked at Allen, and their movements were in sync.

"We decided to set up another magic circle for strength testing in addition to the age limit. If you walk into the magic circle and make the magic circle emit blue light, it means you have enough strength."

"Then, you can step into the selection without being thrown out."

Crowd: ...

They looked at Allen speechlessly, and looked at Dumbledore speechlessly.

The Weasley twins said playfully,

"Oh, George—"

"Oh, Fred—"

"I actually think that's a good idea!"

"Me too!"

Each of them said,

"Let's see who has the strength..."

"Pass Dumbledore's test circle!" x2

The little wizards nodded in agreement.

...It seems to be, this way you can have a sense of participation!

Dumbledore narrowed his eyes with a smile.

He raised his hands and raised his voice slightly.

“Remember, the teams from both schools will be arriving in October and will be with us for most of the year.

"I hope that, during this time, you will give our guests all your enthusiasm—"

He looked at the little carrot heads who had just arrived, and said kindly,

"Okay, thank you all for listening to my old man's nonsense.

"Now—the banquet begins!"