Ancient wizards return to Hogwarts.

"I think the next Minister of Magic will definitely be a smart and capable person." Mr. Henry said confidently.

Daphne, who was sitting next to her, yawned: she had no interest in the boring topic of who the Minister of Magic was.

"Dad?! Why are you here?" At this moment, Astoria came to the auditorium and saw her father sitting next to her sister.

Her eyes widened and she couldn't believe her eyes: What trouble did her sister get into that made her father come to school?

"I came to school today to take care of some things. I just happened to have a meal here in time for lunch." Mr. Henry explained his purpose to Astoria.

"That's great, Dad, you are the best!" Astoria became happy after knowing that there would no longer be Dementors around the school: "When they forcibly searched the Hogwarts Express before, , I hate them."

Henry was very happy to be praised by his daughter in public.

"The search of the train was a preview of what happened yesterday." After thinking about it carefully, Les felt that he could get a glimpse of the clues from the dementors stopping the train.

The Ministry of Magic did not send anyone to work with the Dementors at all, which completely exposed their laziness. The Dementor's thunder did not explode early, thanks to the timely action of himself and Helga.

"The dementors at that time at least had search orders from the Ministry of Magic. Yesterday they were completely out of control." Henry sighed.

"I thought the lesson I gave them that day would calm them down. Unfortunately, their emotions seem to be different from humans."

"What lesson?" Mr. Henry raised his head, with a confused look on his face: "Listen to what the ancestor said, is there something inside that he doesn't know about?"

Les blinked: Henry didn't know that the dementors who searched the train that day were eliminated by him and Helga?

When he told Henry this, Henry was shocked.

Is there such a thing? ! It turned out that a conflict had already broken out between the two sides.

"It seems that the Dementors did not report this matter to the Ministry of Magic. This shows that the Ministry of Magic does not actually have the ability to restrain the Dementors. The dispatch of Dementors was wrong from the beginning." Rice said in a calm tone. .

In his opinion, it is not worth getting angry over a settled matter.

"That White is a bit interesting." After the conversation between the Dementors and the Minister of Magic ended, Henry started talking to Rice about Smith White.

"She's really amazing." Les glanced at Henry, hoping he wouldn't say that in front of Helga. That woman is very petty.

"The Ministry has the idea of ​​​​purchasing her dolls to serve as Azkaban guards. Many wizards are also interested in her products and want to buy one and put it at home."

"Then she's going to be rich - you can buy a few dolls from her and put them at home, and you won't suffer any loss."

Henry nodded. Now that the ancestor has spoken, he will definitely buy a few dolls.

Les originally wanted to tell Henry that it was enough to buy a low-end version that required charging. But after thinking about it, I felt it was unnecessary.

As for Smith White's true identity, Rice did not reveal it to Henry. He would not tell such an important thing without Helga's nod.

"The Ministry of Magic is going to be in turmoil. I don't know if the next few major events will be affected."

Henry has one more thing to report to Les. This is a confidential matter of the Ministry of Magic. Currently, only a small group of people know about it - and he happens to be among this small group.

"What's the big deal?" Les's interest was aroused.

"The first thing is the Quidditch World Cup Finals during the summer vacation. According to regulations, the organizer of this final is the British Ministry of Magic. The Ministry has already written a plan and will start building the competition venue after the Chinese New Year. This time The scale is unprecedented.”

Daphne and Astoria on the side pricked up their ears after hearing the "big news", wanting to hear the gossip brought by their father.

Seeing that it was news about Quidditch, Lester suddenly lost interest. A game of Quidditch was less interesting to him than a carton of ice cream.

"Les, do you want to watch the Quidditch game with us during the summer vacation? Dad can definitely get the best tickets." Daphne put the roasted chicken legs aside and asked Les if he was interested in watching the game with her family.

Mr. Henry remained calm, but he gave his eldest daughter a thumbs up in his heart.

Great, that’s what you should do! He had already wanted to speak, but he was embarrassed. It was just right for his daughter to say this.

"It will be very lively. Wizards from all over the world will come here by then."

After hearing this, Les, who had no great interest in Quidditch, changed his mind. He wanted to have more contact with wizards from other countries.

Seeing that his ancestor was willing to watch Quidditch with his family, Henry couldn't help but be overjoyed and immediately promised that he would definitely get the best ticket.

"What else?"

"Yes, Dad, what are the other secrets? It is a well-known fact that the Ministry of Magic will host the next Quidditch World Cup."

"Promise me first that you will not tell anyone this news." Henry looked at his two daughters with eyes full of distrust.

Daphne and Astoria's curiosity had been aroused, and they hurriedly swore that they would not leak the secret. Les used magic to block the voices of several people. Their voices would be obscured by a faint hum, and passers-by could not hear what they were talking about.

"The Triwizard Tournament, which has been suspended for hundreds of years, will be held again." Mr. Henry lowered his voice and pretended to be mysterious.

However, the three people's reactions gave Henry the feeling of being punched in cotton - their reactions were surprisingly consistent: no reaction at all.

When the Triwizard Tournament was born, Les had already fallen into a deep sleep, and Daphne and Astoria had no way of learning about this tournament that had been suspended for hundreds of years. So the three of them have never heard of this ancient game!

Henry couldn't help but sigh and introduced the Triwizard Tournament to the three of them.

Rice's eyes became brighter and brighter as he listened: Send the "Warrior" to compete with two other European magic schools? This sounds very interesting! Daphne and Astoria have gotten pretty good at it, so it's time to venture outside the school.

Les made his decision and the Hogwarts champion was chosen from Daphne and Astoria!

As for Helga and Rowena's heirs... Les felt that their training time was a bit short. One was only a year old, and the other hadn't even been chosen yet. How could this compare to Daphne and the others? This important task of bringing honor to the school should be left to your own students.

Like Les, Daphne and Astoria became extremely excited and eager to give it a try after learning about this.

"But there are rumors that a warrior must be at least seventeen years old."

Mr. Henry's next words made the three of them frown.

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The second update is here~