Ancient Wizards Return to Hogwarts...

Chapter 330 Rice: I've already chosen the warrior for the Triwizard Tournament

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

Daphne, sitting to the side, yawned: she had absolutely no interest in such a boring topic as who the Minister of Magic was.

"Dad?! What brings you here?" Just then, Astoria arrived at the auditorium and immediately spotted her father sitting next to her sister.

Her eyes widened in disbelief: what trouble had her sister gotten into that made their father come to the school?

"I came to the school today to take care of some things, and since it was lunchtime, I thought I'd come here for a free meal," Mr. Henry explained to Astoria.

"That's wonderful! Dad, you're the best!" Astoria was overjoyed to know that there would be no more Dementors around the school. "I hated them when they forcibly searched the Hogwarts Express."

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

"The train search was a prelude to what happened yesterday." After careful recollection, Rice felt that clues could be gleaned from the Dementors stopping the train.

The Ministry of Magic's complete failure to send anyone to accompany the Dementors exposed their laziness. The fact that the Dementors' lightning didn't erupt prematurely was thanks to their timely intervention.

"Back then, at least the Dementors had a search warrant from the Ministry of Magic. Yesterday, it was completely out of control," Henry remarked.

"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, looking bewildered: According to the old man, there must be some inside story he didn't know?

Rice blinked: Did Henry not know that he and Helga had eliminated the Dementors that searched the train that day?

When he told Henry about it, Henry was stunned.

Is this for real?! It turns out the two sides had already clashed.

"It seems the Dementors didn't report this to the Ministry of Magic. This shows that the Ministry of Magic doesn't actually control the Dementors' abilities, and sending them out was a mistake from the start," Rice said calmly.

In his view, it's not worth getting angry over something that's already settled.

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

"She's truly remarkable." Rice glanced at Henry, hoping he wouldn't say that in front of Helga. That woman was petty.

"The ministry has the idea of ​​buying her dolls to serve as guards of Azkaban, and many wizards are also very interested in her products and want to buy one to put at home."

"She's going to make a fortune—you can buy a few dolls from her to put at home; you definitely won't lose out."

Henry nodded. Now that his ancestor had spoken, he would definitely go and buy a few dolls.

Rice initially wanted to tell Henry that buying the lower-spec version that required charging would be sufficient. But after thinking about it, she felt it wasn't really necessary.

As for Smith White's true identity, Rice didn't reveal it to Henry. He wouldn't divulge such an important matter without Helga's approval.

"The Ministry of Magic is about to be thrown into turmoil. I wonder if the next few major events will be affected."

Henry had one more thing to report to Rice, a highly confidential matter within the Ministry of Magic, known only to a small group of people—and he happened to be one of them.

"What's the big deal?" Rice's interest was piqued.

"The first thing is the Quidditch World Cup finals during the summer holidays. According to regulations, the organizer of this finals is the British Ministry of Magic. The Ministry has already written up the plans, and construction of the competition venue will begin after the New Year. This time, the scale is unprecedented."

Daphne and Astoria, who were standing nearby, perked up their ears after hearing about the "big news," eager to hear the gossip their father had to share.

Upon seeing that the news concerned Quidditch, Reston immediately lost interest. To him, a Quidditch match wasn't as interesting as a box of ice cream.

"Rice, do you want to come with us to a Quidditch match this summer? Dad will definitely be able to get the best tickets." Daphne put the roasted chicken leg aside and asked Rice if she was interested in watching the match with her family.

Mr. Henry remained outwardly calm, but inwardly he gave his eldest daughter a thumbs-up.

That's great, that's how it should be done! He had been wanting to say it for a while, but he was a little embarrassed, so it was perfect for his daughter to say it.

"It will be very lively; wizards from all over the world will come."

Rhys, who hadn't been particularly interested in Quidditch, changed his mind after hearing this. He wanted to make more contact with wizards from other countries.

Henry was overjoyed to see his ancestor willing to go to Quidditch with his family and immediately promised that he would definitely get the best seats.

"Is there anything else?"

"Yes, Dad. What are the other secrets? It's common knowledge that the Ministry of Magic is going to host the next Quidditch World Cup."

"You must promise me first that you won't tell anyone this." Henry's gaze toward his two daughters was filled with distrust.

Daphne and Astoria's curiosity had been piqued, and they quickly swore they wouldn't reveal anything. Meanwhile, Rice used magic to muffle their voices. A faint buzzing sound masked their voices, making their conversation completely inaudible to passersby.

"The Triwizard Tournament, which has been suspended for hundreds of years, is about to resume," Mr. Henry said in a low voice, feigning mystery.

However, the three men's reactions made Henry feel like he had punched cotton – their reactions were surprisingly consistent: no reaction at all.

When the Triwizard Tournament was established, Rice had already fallen into a deep sleep, and Daphne and Astoria had no way of learning about this tournament that had been discontinued for hundreds of years. Therefore, none of the three had ever heard of this ancient competition!

Henry sighed and began to explain the Triwizard Tournament to the three of them.

Rice's eyes lit up as he listened: send "warriors" to compete against two other European magic schools? That sounds incredibly interesting! Daphne and Astoria are already quite good; it's time for them to venture outside the school.

Rice made the decision: the Hogwarts champions would be chosen from Daphne and Astoria!

As for Helga and Rowena's successors... Rice felt that they hadn't been taught for long enough; one had only been in school for a little over a year, and the other hadn't even been chosen yet. How could they compare to Daphne and the others? This important task of bringing glory to the school should be left to their own students.

Like Rice, Daphne and Astoria were also extremely excited after learning about this and were eager to try it out.

"However, there are rumors that the Warriors must be at least seventeen years old."

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

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

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