The heat of the World Cup was not eliminated until Mo Wen started school. Wherever he went, a group of people would surround him. If it weren't for the magic protection of Guris' castle, Mo Wen even suspected that these crazy fans would try to follow him home. In the school, Mo Wen had not gotten rid of these troubles. People kept asking him for autographs on the express train, not only girls, but also some fanatical male students. All day long, Mo Wen's face became a little stiff with a smile.

Fortunately, the attention of these students was quickly attracted by another thing.

“As I said just now,” Dumbledore said with a smile to the students at the school dinner. “We are honored to host an extremely exciting event next month, which has not been held for more than a century. I am very happy to inform you that the Trio will be held in Hogloz this year!”

The whole audience was quiet, and then-

"You're kidding!" Fred shouted.

Almost everyone laughed, and Dumbledore laughed in understanding.

"I'm not kidding, Mr. Weasley," he said. "Since you mentioned the joke, I've heard a good joke this summer, a cave fairy, a witch and an old witch, all of whom went to a bar-"

Professor McGonagall cleared his throat loudly.

"Well- maybe it's not the time to tell jokes," Dumbledore said. "Where am I talking about? By the way, some of you don't know what the league is like, so I hope those who know can allow me to explain a little, and students who are informed can pay attention to something else."

"The Triumph Championship was about 700 years ago, as a friendly competition between Hogwarts, Busbaton and Demstrong, the three major magic schools in Europe. Each school selects a champion player as representative, and these three players compete in three magic games. The school takes turns to host the competition every five years, which is recognized by everyone. This is the best way to connect young mages until the death toll is too high, and the competition is terminated...

In the stands, Dumbledore was explaining the origin of the Triumph to the students in the school, while Mo Wen looked in another direction. On the teacher's seat, he was leaning on a long crutch, covered with a black travel cloak, his face full of scars, and the most important thing was that the professor with only one intact eyes was sitting there, as if he had noticed Mo Wen's gaze, and Professor Moody's eyes also looked over, whether it was the intact one or the magic eye.

Bati Crouch, Mo Wen, personally rescued him from his father not long ago. It should be said that Old Bati still has some skills, but unfortunately he is far inferior to Mo Wen. With the progress of time, Mo Wen, who has mastered magic knowledge far beyond this world, has also improved rapidly. He can cast level 6 arcane magic and total magic power, and he is no less than Voldemort and Dumbledore in terms of combat experience and flexibility in magic use. Old Bati was subdued without walking two moves in his hand.

Looking at Little Barty disguised as Moody, Mo Wen has to admire some people who are born with acting talent. Just relying on the information obtained from the real Moody, Little Barty can play this role to this level. It is really a talent.

As their eyes were exchanged between them, Mo Wen and Bati both showed satisfied smiles.

On the other hand, Dumbledore, who was watching all this on the stage, also smiled sincerely, and he continued: "Although I know you all want to win the trophy for Hogwarts, after consultation between the principal of the participating school and the Ministry of Magic, everyone agreed that the age of the contestants will be restricted this time. Only students who are at the age of seventeen or over are allowed to sign up for the election. This-"

Dumbledore heard several people complain about his words, and the Weasley twin brothers suddenly became extremely indignant. He raised his voice, "This is a measure we think is necessary, because no matter how we prevent it, the competition will still be difficult and dangerous. There is nothing that can be done by students below the sixth and seventh grade. I will personally make sure that students who are not old cannot fool our fair referees and make them the champions of Hogwarts." But at this point, Professor Dumbledore paused in his tone, and he looked in one direction and said meaningfully: "Of course, if a student can test his own strength to break through my magic, we will also recognize his strength and allow him to become the brave of the Triumph."

Mo Wen was sitting in that direction. Although Dumbledore did not mention the name, everyone understood that what he was talking about Mo Wen.

He gently raised the wine glass in front of him, and Mo Wen bowed to Dumbledore to signal, and in the other direction, some people were obviously not satisfied.

On Gryffindor's mat, Harry's hands were stirred together, and it was Guris again. Why was he always there? Looking at Qiu Zhang's expression of expectation and worry on Ravenclaw's bench, Harry felt his stomach was sore. Maybe I could be a brave man, but Dumbledore didn't say who it was, right? Harry thought to himself.

And he was obviously not the only one who had this idea. Ron's mind seemed to float to the distance, "One thousand gold Gallon, the brave man of the Three Thousands Championship..."

His two brothers seemed unwilling to accept it, "How could they do that?" George said, looking at Dumbledore standing on the stage, "We will be seventeen next April, why can't we give it a try?"

"They can't stop me," Fred said stubbornly, and glared at the table above, "Since Guris can be acquiesced to participate, of course we can do it, he can't stop us."

At this time, a strange atmosphere filled the long table of Gryffindor, and almost everyone was immersed in fantasy, and of course there were a few sober ones.

"But no one died!" Hermione said worriedly.

"Yes." Fred said casually, "But what happened a few years ago, right? No matter what, there is no risk, where is the fun? Hey, Ron, Harry, what if we avoid Dumbledore? Do you want to enter?"

The restless heart kept beating, Ron and Harry looked at each other, nodded at Freddy, and leaned over in a low voice.
Chapter completed!