REINCARNATED IN Harry Potter

Triwizard Tournament

Professor McGonagall cleared her throat loudly.

"Er — but maybe this is not the time … no…"said Dumbledore, " where was it? Ah yes, the Triwizard Tournament. . .  Well,some of you will not know what this tournament involves, so I hope those who do know will forgive me for giving a short explanation, and allow their attention to wander freely.

" The Triwizard Tournament was first established some seven hundred years ago as a friendly competition between the three largest European schools of wizardry: Hogwarts, Beauxbatons, and
Durmstrang. A champion was selected to represent each school, and the three champions competed in three magical tasks. The schools took it in turns to host the tournament once every five years, and it was generally agreed to be a most excellent way of establishing ties between young witches and wizards of different nationalities — until, that is, the death toll mounted so high that the tournament was discontinued.”

“Death toll?” Hermione whispered, looking alarmed. But her anxiety did not seem to be shared by the majority of students in the Hall; many of them were whispering excitedly to one another, except Renevia who wouldn't care less about the Tournament. There is something more important that she needs to focus on this year.

“There have been several attempts over the centuries to reinstate the tournament,” Dumbledore continued, “none of which has been very successful. However, our own departments of International Magical Cooperation and Magical Games and Sports have decided the time is ripe for another attempt. We have worked hard over the summer to ensure that this time, no champion will find himself or herself in mortal danger. "

“The heads of Beauxbatons and Durmstrang will be arriving with their short-listed contenders in October, and the selection of the three champions will take place on Halloween. An impartial
the judge will decide which students are most worthy to compete for the Triwizard Cup, the glory of their school, and a thousand Galleons personal prize money.”

“I’m going for it!” Fred Weasley hissed down the table, his face lit with enthusiasm at the prospect of such glory and riches. He was not the only person who seemed to be visualizing himself as the Hogwarts champion.

Renevia looked at Fred, who was two people away from her, and guiltily said, "uh—I don't mean to spoil your dream—Fred."

As soon as she said that, not only Fred but others who sat near to her,shifted their attention to Renevia.

"What do you mean by that, love?" Asked Fred with genuine curiosity, without minding the nickname that he just blurted which caused several heads turn to him this time including his twin who silently glaring.

Renevia nudged her head to Professor Dumbledore who spoke again.

“Eager though I know all of you will be to bring the Triwizard Cup to Hogwarts,” he said, “the heads of the participating schools, along with the Ministry of Magic, have agreed to impose an age restriction on contenders this year. Only students who are of age — that is to say, seventeen years or older — will be allowed to put forward their names for consideration. This” — A slightly raised tone in his speech, and Renevia saw the twins looking outraged as well as several people who just now imagined their glory upon hearing the tournament.

  “is a measure we feel is necessary, given that the tournament tasks will still be difficult and dangerous, whatever precautions we take, and it is highly unlikely that students below sixth and seventh year will be able to cope with them. I will personally be ensuring that no underage student hoodwinks our impartial judge into making them Hogwarts champions.”

Renevia mentally sneered. It can be prevented if he doesn't open a death gate for Harry by inviting a death eater to Hogwarts.

“I therefore beg you not to waste
your time submitting yourself if you are under seventeen."

“The delegations from Beauxbatons and Durmstrang will be arriving in October and remaining with us for the greater part of this year. I know that you will all extend every courtesy to our foreign guests while they are with us, and will give your whole-hearted support to the Hogwarts champion when he or she is selected. And now, it is late, and I know how important it is to you all to be alert and rested as you enter your lessons tomorrow morning. Bedtime!
Chop chop!”

Dumbledore sat down again and turned to talk to 'Mad-Eye Moody'. There was a great scraping and banging as all the students got to their feet and swarmed toward the double doors into the entrance hall.

“They can’t do that!” said George Weasley, who had not joined the crowd moving toward the door, but was standing up and glaring at Dumbledore. “We’re seventeen in April, why can’t we have a shot?”

“They’re not stopping me from entering,” said Fred stubbornly, also scowling at the top table. “The champions ll get to do all sorts of stuff you’d never be allowed to do normally. And a thousand Galleons prize money!”

“Yeah,” said Ron, a faraway look on his face. “Yeah, a thousand Galleons . . .”

"You better drop the idea ,boys, especially you two,Freddie and Georgie," she warned in a motherly tone. "Now, excuse me, " —then she got up  to leave the Great Hall without minding what the Twins might have said.

"Hey ,where are you going?—" asked Ron who eventually got up from his seat, followed by his brothers and Harry and Hermione.

"Somewhere inside this castle" she answered without looking back.