Hogwarts: Me? Fight Voldemort?

The students who noticed this immediately returned to their seats, and Harry and Ron, having failed to get autographs, slunk back.

Those outside the Great Hall who heard the bell rushed back inside. The Beauxbatons girls were the last to return, and they went straight to sit at the Ravenclaw table.

"Good evening, ladies and gentlemen, ghosts, and—especially—distinguished guests!"

Dumbledore smiled at the foreign students. "I welcome you to Hogwarts with great joy. I hope and believe that you will feel comfortable and happy here."

Fleur de la Kurt, still tightly wrapped her scarf around her head, let out a cold laugh that was undoubtedly mocking.

Hermione's gaze grew even more dissatisfied as she complained, "Nobody forced them to stay!"

Many Beauxbatons students seem to be inherently superior to Hogwarts, and their disdain is evident in everything they do.

This remark immediately drew echoes from many of the girls sitting next to him.

"Exactly! Who does that arrogant look look on his face for!"

"If you don't like staying here, then don't stay..."

Lavender bit her handkerchief, glaring fiercely at Fleur Delacour at the Ravenclaw table. "That damned Veela! She's trying to steal my Lolo away!"

Ron, standing to the side, lowered his head and muttered softly, "She's a Veela, I can't control myself..."

Jimmy, seeing Hermione looking at him with a puzzled expression, clarified, "I can control it!"

"The tournament will officially begin after the banquet." Dumbledore could certainly hear the Beauxbatons girl's sneer, but he was a seasoned veteran, and continued speaking with a smile. "I now invite everyone to eat and drink to their heart's content, as if you were in your own home!"

He sat down, and Karkaroff immediately leaned over to talk to Dumbledore.

As usual, the empty plates in front of the long table were piled high with food. This dinner must have taken a lot of effort from the kitchen elves, because there were many foods they had never seen before on the table.

The crowd stopped focusing on criticizing the arrogant Beauxbatons students and instead concentrated on the delicious food on the table.

Hermione put some French food she recognized on Jimmy's plate, "French fish soup, we had it last time."

When Jimmy went to France last time, he and Hermione did have a French fish soup, which was very delicious.

For people living in Britain, French food is absolutely delicious because they have never eaten French food before.

Everyone was engrossed in the delicious food, and Jimmy ate a little more than usual. He needed to replenish the nutrients he had lost earlier, as this would determine whether he could enjoy the battles to come.

The battle was awesome!

Once they finished their meal, two more people had appeared at the professor's long table.

Moreover, they were all familiar faces to them: one was Percy, and the other was Ludobagman, who had run away with his debts.

Twenty minutes later, the main meal was over, and the food on the table was replaced with dessert.

Jimmy wasn't very interested in desserts; he simply picked up his tea and sipped it slowly.

As the golden plates were cleaned and polished once more, Dumbledore stood up again.

The students had been waiting for this moment since they finished eating, and they immediately held their breath and looked intently at Dumbledore behind the professor's long table.

"The moment has finally arrived." Dumbledore smiled as he looked at the upturned faces. "The Triwizard Tournament is about to begin. I'd like to explain a few things before bringing the box in."

The students below whispered among themselves, curious about what they were going to bring in.

“I’d like to explain our schedule for the year. But first, please allow me to introduce two guests, as some of you may not recognize them. This is… Percy Weasley, Acting Director of the Department of International Magical Cooperation at the Ministry of Magic. Due to certain reasons, the original Director of the Department of International Magical Cooperation, Barty Crouch, is no longer able to continue in his duties, and now our old acquaintance is acting in his place.”

clap clap clap!

A thunderous applause erupted from the long table in Gryffindor. Percy straightened his suit and coat, stood up, and waved to his old classmates below with a smile.

George, Fred, and Ron did not applaud because they suspected that the real Percy might be dead and that the Percy in front of them was someone else in disguise.

“This is Mr. Ludo Bagman, Director of the Department of Magical Sports,” Dumbledore introduced another guest.

The applause was less frequent, but many people still clapped. Ludobagman's situation had not yet been exposed to the public, and not many people knew that he owed hundreds of thousands of Galleons in debt.

"Over the past few months, Hogwarts and the Ministry of Magic have worked tirelessly to arrange the Triwizard Tournament. They will form a judging panel with me, Professor Karkaroff, and Madam Maxim to evaluate the warriors' efforts."

Upon hearing the word "warrior," the young wizards seemed to concentrate even more.

Dumbledore smiled and said to Filch, "Mr. Filch, please bring the box up."

Upon receiving the instruction, Filch immediately approached Dumbledore with a box inlaid with jewels.

"Compared to previous years, I think the specific events for this year's Warriors' competition should be changed and innovated appropriately. Therefore, we will invite an expert in this field to design the event, which will be reviewed by Acting Director Weasley and Mr. Bagman."

Dumbledore drew his wand and tapped the box three times.

“Each school will send one warrior as a representative, and the selection process is absolutely fair and just. And the one responsible for selecting the warriors is the Goblet of Fire.”

A roughly carved wooden goblet was taken out of the box, with blue flames dancing at its rim, giving the ordinary goblet a touch of mystery.

Holding the Goblet of Fire, Dumbledore smiled and said, "The selectors' curiosity has been satisfied. Now, I'm sure many of you are curious about who the expert who set up the challenges for the competition is."

Chapter 289 A sneak attack!

Old Deng's eyes suddenly fell on the Gryffindor table, and he met Jimmy's gaze.

Oh no! He's going to launch a sneak attack!

Old Deng merely curled the corners of his mouth slightly, raised his hand, and slowly pointed to the Gryffindor table, but Jimmy sensed something was amiss beforehand.

"That expert is..."

“I…” Jimmy was prepared to refuse, at least to refuse to get something for free.

"Miss Hermione Granger."

"...You fucking!"

Hermione was stunned, pointed to herself, and received a smiling nod from Dumbledore.

All the young wizards in the Great Hall looked at Hermione on the Gryffindor table, their expressions a mixture of surprise, doubt, and delight.

Viktor Krum, who was sitting at the Slytherin table, also rose slightly and looked towards the girl at the Gryffindor table. He was startled – it was her!

Hermione's appearance was so different from what she wore during the Quidditch World Cup that he failed to recognize the girl who had haunted his dreams as being in this school!

Dumbledore's mouth moved like a clockwork toy, and he spoke at lightning speed: "Miss Hermione Granger assisted in organizing and hosting the 422nd Quidditch World Cup, and I think it would be most appropriate for her to design new challenges for the Triwizard Tournament. So, Miss Granger, would you be willing to accept this job?"

Old Bi Deng even used an amplification spell, repeatedly interrupting Jimmy's speech at an extremely fast pace, clearly not wanting Jimmy to get a word in edgewise.

Hermione is definitely going to be manipulated by Old Bidden. He invited her in such a public setting, so she can't possibly refuse, given her many concerns.

International influence, the principal's reputation, and one's own competitive spirit...

“I’d be happy to take the job.” Sure enough, after a brief moment of thought, Hermione looked up and agreed to the invitation.

Jimmy stared at Dumbledore with a long face, but Dumbledore ignored him and nodded with a smile.

"Thank you for your help, Miss Granger. I believe that with the assistance of Miss Hermione Granger, and under the supervision of the Ministry of Magic and the two headmasters, this will be a brand new, enjoyable and fair competition!"

Dumbledore placed the Goblet of Fire on the box and said, “Every student who wants to run for champion must write his name and school on a piece of parchment and register within twenty-four hours.”

To prevent underage students from succumbing to temptation, after the wine glass is placed in the foyer, I will draw an age line around it. No one under the age of seventeen can cross this line.

After explaining, Dumbledore waved his hand and said, "Miss Granger, come with me. The rest of you may leave."

Jimmy stared at Hermione as she walked away, his expression twisted with rage. He cursed Old Bid Deng's clever tactics of using Hermione to manipulate him.

If Hermione really encountered a problem and came to him for help, how could he not help?

That old Bi Deng, all he ever thinks about is getting something for nothing!

You can't have all the benefits!

Jimmy considered whether he could offer some paid services, but after thinking about the fact that the Three Kingdoms Championship was a campus competition, he gave up on the idea...

After all, Voldemort might cause trouble again in the Triwizard Tournament; that old dog with a wicked heart is definitely hiding in some corner, secretly hoping to be resurrected.

Letting in outsiders indiscriminately is too risky. The school already has so many people, making it difficult to control the spread. Letting in more people would put both myself and Hermione in danger.

I can still tell which is more important and which is less important. I can only keep this secret for now and report it when I have the chance!

Just as I was about to get up and go back to my dorm, several hands pressed me back down.

George, Fred, and several upperclassmen, including Lee Jordan, surrounded him with wicked grins.

Thankfully, Jimmy knew that they were all heterosexual, otherwise he would have started to get scared.

"Oh ho~! Your little girlfriend is the level designer. Professor Granger won't tell us that, but you can!"

"You don't want to see Hogwarts lose the game, do you?"

Li Jordan spoke like a rapper, “Look at those Beauxbatons and Durmstrang students, they’re so arrogant. How can we let the Hogwarts warriors lose a game on our turf!”

The other upperclassmen were whispering and saying similar things, constantly using the sense of collective honor to manipulate Jimmy, trying to get him to sacrifice his looks to extract information about the competition.

Jimmy got annoyed by their nagging and pushed them away, saying, "Can't you handle losing?! So what if you win by cheating? If you win, you should win fair and square, and if you lose, you should lose after giving it your all."

After saying that, he left the crowd.

Back in his dorm, he went into a suitcase he had made, which contained a laboratory for developing drugs.

Jimmy channeled his grief and anger into motivation, and took advantage of the deduction opportunity in November to refine the Cisron supplement one last time.

After feeding the mice, toads, and rabbits sislon, they are put on a treadmill and run overnight. If they still do not die or become deformed, the potion can then proceed to the human trial stage.

After working for several hours, Master Mi climbed out of the laboratory, washed up in the bathroom, and lay lifelessly on the bed where Hermione's body was not warm, and fell asleep alone.

Harry, Ron, Neville, Seamus: ...

The next morning, the first thing Jimmy did after getting up was to check the condition of the experimental subjects in the briefcase laboratory.

The muscle lines were clearly visible on the bodies of several animals whose fur had been shaved. The experimental animals, which had been running around all night, were in relatively good condition, and their muscle production was in line with expectations.

That means it can be used for human experiments right now...

To be on the safe side, Jimmy took the only two bottles of Cisalpine and left the laboratory in his briefcase.

Just then, Seamus finished washing up after his workout and was about to leave when Jimmy called him back. "Seamus, my new supplement is almost ready. Let's go together and let Hagrid try it out first."

Upon hearing this, Ximo was overjoyed. "Really? Let's go quickly! I've been looking forward to this moment for so long!"

"Hey, stop pulling and tugging! I'm afraid people will misunderstand!"

The two of them went downstairs, bickering and joking, and saw several huge divine horses in front of Hagrid's hut in the distance.

Hagrid, whose size was comparable to that of the Divine Horse, was carefully brushing the beautiful horses with a gentle and delicate touch, as if he were caressing the skin of a lover.

Jimmy and Seamus were the first to arrive, waving to Hagrid from dozens of meters away.