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Sherlock didn't know what was happening among the students below.

Because halfway through the dinner, two adult wizards who did not belong to any magic school came to the professor's table on the high platform of the auditorium.

Ludo Balmain, Director of the Department of Magical Sports and Sports of the Ministry of Magic, and Barty Crouch, Director of the Department of International Magical Cooperation.

Both of these people are senior officials at the director-level level in the British Ministry of Magic, second only to Fudge, who is the minister, in the entire magical government's position system.

The Triwizard Tournament that will officially start today is related to the functions they are responsible for.

The two of them came to Hogwarts tonight like the students from the other two wizarding schools, and sat on the left and right sides of Dumbledore, which did not make the professors who saw them feel so strange.

Even some politically sensitive students take this for granted.

Sherlock's position on the high platform was not very far from Dumbledore in the middle, before Filch filled the empty chair. There was only Professor McGonagall between them.

Now that Durmstrang's principal Karkaroff and sports director Balman were on his side, he could still hear what these people at the center were talking about during the dinner.

"Oh, I'm sorry, Barty and I were entangled in some matters in the ministry, so we came a little late." This was Balman's voice.

"Now is not the time to talk about this Ludo." Dumbledore's voice was very enthusiastic. "Let me introduce you, although you may have already known each other. These two are from Beauxbatons and Durmstrang. The principal, Mrs. Maxim and Professor Karkaroff.”

A stiff and cold voice sounded, and Sherlock could tell at a glance that it belonged to Barty Crouch, whose son had just died.

"I don't need to introduce it to you. The Triwizard Tournament can be held as scheduled because it was the two of them who contacted Ludo and me. What we want to know more is whether that thing can resume work normally tonight."

Dumbledore was still smiling at his harsh tone and words.

"Of course, Barty, although it has not worked for hundreds of years, I believe it can still operate stably."

Balmain laughed dryly and tried to smooth things over.

"Let us raise a toast together and wish the Triwizard Tournament a success!"

"Ah ha, this is certainly worth a drink." Dumbledore raised the golden cup in his hand with a smile on his face.

Beside him, Mrs. Maxim and Karkaroff, who had been silent, also raised their cups.

In the end, Crouch also raised the glass together, and the four of them touched it lightly, and then drank the cider, which was not very high in alcohol content.

While they were raising glasses, Sherlock, who was eavesdropping and cutting steaks with a knife and fork in his hand, couldn't help curling his lips. He was wondering in his heart how many of the four people who clinked the glasses were harboring ulterior motives. of.

"When the dinner is over, come to my office with me."

After putting a piece of tender and juicy steak into his mouth, Sherlock turned to Silk on his left and said.

Silk just turned his head and glanced at him silently, without saying anything.

Sherlock's expression was serious.

"I have something important to do about Fiddlesticks. I must discuss it with you alone."

Silk, who has never missed a beat at a critical moment, nodded slightly.

Compared to the professor's desk on the high platform, the atmosphere among the students below is obviously much more cheerful.

The Beauxbatons and Durmstrang students who came to Hogwarts showed great curiosity about the oldest wizarding school in Europe.

At the Ravenclaw table and the Slytherin table, they had a good chat with the students of the two houses.

Students at Hogwarts also show a strong interest in learning and life in other schools.

And no matter which school the young wizards are from, they are all looking forward to the upcoming Triwizard Tournament.

Just when Hermione, who discovered something extraordinary at the Gryffindor table, was about to continue the story told by the proud silly girl next to her.

Dumbledore, who was on the high platform, suddenly stood up and gently clapped his palms twice, attracting the attention of everyone in the auditorium to himself.

Then, he announced that the Triwizard Tournament was about to officially begin, and introduced the identities of Balmain and Crouch.

The principals of the three schools and these two senior officials of the Ministry of Magic are the five judges of the competition that will be held for most of the semester.

"As you already know, there will be three warriors participating in the competition." Dumbledore said calmly, his voice echoing in the auditorium.

"These three warriors each represent a participating school. We will rate them based on the quality of their completion of each competition event. After the three events, the warrior with the highest score will win the Triwizard Cup. The person responsible for selecting the warriors is A fair selector.”

When he said this, the castle administrator Filch promptly brought up a large wooden box inlaid with jewelry.

Dumbledore took out his wand and tapped the lid of the wooden box a few times, and the box creaked open on its own.

Dumbledore took out a rough wooden goblet from the wooden box. The cup itself was not very conspicuous, but the blue-white flame burning in the cup attracted everyone's attention.

"Goblet of Fire."

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"Each student who wants to become a warrior must write his name and the name of his school on a piece of parchment and throw it into this goblet. Tomorrow night, at the Halloween dinner, the Goblet of Fire will be chosen It considers the warriors who best represent the three schools.”

"Of course, there is also the age limit I mentioned before. In order to prevent some students from being tempted, I will draw an age line in front of where this goblet is stored. No student under the age of 17 can pass through this An age line.”

"Finally, I want to emphasize one more point."

He looked around at everyone in the castle with a serious expression.

"All students selected by the Goblet of Fire must participate in this Triwizard Tournament. Throwing your name into the cup actually forms a magical contract that must be followed and cannot be violated. Once you become a warrior, you cannot You are no longer allowed to change your mind. So I would like to remind you that you must think twice and think through the consequences before deciding whether to put your name in the cup."

His words made the entire auditorium become a little noisy. When the game actually came, the students were extremely excited.