"Apart from the Quidditch World Cup?" Sherlock frowned. "And still at Hogwarts?"

The further back the plot, the more blurred the impression in Sherlock's mind.

However, this year, when Harry rose to the fourth grade, he knew very well that this was a turning point for the entire magic world.

It was after this year that the black devil, who had been out of power for more than ten years, made a comeback.

He didn't know what was going on in the middle, but such a change must have something to do with Hogwarts.

Kingsley saw that Sherlock's attention was successfully attracted, and he didn't mean to deliberately hang his appetite.

"This year, the three magic academies in Europe plan to re-host the Triwizard Tournament that has been stagnant for a hundred years. The Department of International Magical Cooperation and the Department of Magical Sports have already begun preparations for this matter. Although it has not yet been announced for a thorough confirmation, it is also pretty close."

Sherlock is no stranger to the Triwizard Tournament. Looking at the history of Hogwarts in previous years, let him know that this was actually a resident event between the three magic schools in Europe.

After all, the entire European continent is such a big place, and a total of three magic schools naturally have to be divided into one.

Sending the best students in your school to play a game is the most straightforward way to see who is stronger and who is weaker.

This is somewhat similar to the Zongmen Dabi in fantasy novels, but the background of the era has been switched to the Western magic world of the twentieth century.

But in the end, the social order in the magic world is not so cruel. To say that it is a civilized society with a sound moral and legal rule will make people laugh, but it cannot be said that the law of the jungle is the law of the jungle.

Wizards whose fighting strength is generally stronger than the average person have instead become Aurors who are year-round and have families that are extravagant. The wizards with poor strength can live a safe and small life without fear of dying inexplicably one day.

The presence of a dark force like Voldemort is very rare.

There are only two people who have searched the entire history of magic. The first one also wants to make the magic world better, but it is only in conflict with most people in terms of philosophy.

In such a magical society with peace and stability as the main theme, the content of the Triwizard Tournament is too dangerous, and almost every time the competition is held, the students participating in the competition will die.

Those who died were all the best students in the entire magic school that year. Such a painful price was unacceptable to the three principals and the Ministry of Magic of several countries a hundred years ago, and finally chose to completely shut down the game.

Up to now, almost few people still remember this game, why is it restarting for no reason?

Regarding this, Kingsley, who has been rooted in the Ministry of Magic for more than ten years, has heard some inside stories.

"It is said that this restart of the Triwizard Tournament was led by Minister of Magic Fudge."

He opened his mouth softly, only said this sentence, and everything was silent.

Cornelius Fudge, the Minister of Magic who has been living in Dumbledore's shadow since taking office, has never let go of his own authority in the wizarding world.

In the first few years of his tenure, he was still obedient and obedient, and he followed Dumbledore's lead. Basically, whenever the Ministry of Magic had any major decision, he would come to Hogwarts to consult Dumbledore.

Until he gradually discovered that the old man hiding in the towering castle tower, eating cockroaches and drinking lemonade, really had no interest in controlling the government affairs of the magic world.

Fudge also grew bolder.

He wanted to suppress Dumbledore's prestige in the wizarding world, and at the same time increase his own prestige, in order to prolong his time in this position.

It is undoubtedly a dazzling political achievement to successfully hold a grand event that has not been held in a hundred years.

And if something goes wrong in this event, or if Hogwarts, which is highly expected by the British magic people, does not win the championship, then he can also take the blame for Dumbledore.

Anyway, the students were taught by Dumbledore, and the competition was also held on Dumbledore's site.

Fudge will take the good name, and Dumbledore will take the blame.

No matter how daring or timid those who engage in politics are, their hearts are the same.

This is also the reason why Dumbledore was still reluctant to enter the Ministry of Magic and take the position of Minister, even if everyone expected it.

"Ha, if our Minister can put all his thoughts on studying these flies and gougou into business, then it is estimated that his reputation has already spread throughout the magic world."

Sherlock sneered.

Fudge was so careful in front of Dumbledore that he understood that it was like Harry's erratic eyes saying that he had no night walks at night.

It's just that the two people care about different things and realms. Fudge wants fame and power, and Dumbledore ignores what he has in mind.

Kingsley knew about things in the political arena, but he didn't want to take it to heart. He shook his head.

"No matter what the reason, the re-hosting of the Triwizard Tournament is a big event after all."

Throwing the bamboo stick in his hand into the trash can not far away, Sherlock stood up and patted the dust that didn't exist on his body.

"After chatting and chatting, I went to these tiring places. Forget it, I won't bother you anymore. You continue to stroll around Diagon Alley. There are still people waiting for me at the Leaky Cauldron Bar. If I don't go there, she's afraid. Hurry up."

Kingsley also stood up with a sigh.

"You try to be careful at Hogwarts this year, too."

Sherlock shrugged and spread his hands.

"What am I worried about? The Triwizard Tournament is a competition for students, so what should I care about as a professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts."

Kingsley's face was sinking.

"After Moody's retirement, Dumbledore approached him privately and wanted him to stay at Hogwarts for the next year. I don't know why, but something was wrong."

Sherlock tapped him on the shoulder.

"Don't worry, I will pay attention."

The two separated in Diagon Alley~lightnovelpub.net~ Kingsley also lost his interest in shopping, and used Apparition to leave.

Sherlock went straight to the Leaky Cauldron Bar, and as soon as he entered the door, he saw the girl sitting quietly at the wooden table, staring silently at the teacup in front of him.

He sat in front of Shilk and saw that there was nothing around her, so he couldn't help asking suspiciously.

"What about what you bought?"

"Let the clerk send it home directly with Owl Express."

When she was talking, she was still staring at the teacup on the table, answering Sherlock's words as if she was unconsciously muttering to herself.

Sherlock noticed her strangeness, and looked at the contents of the teacup, but saw nothing but a layer of tea residues spread on the bottom.

"What do you see?"

Shirk whispered softly.

"Snake...a venomous snake shedding its skin and reborn."