Hosting a worldwide tournament could bring in how much profit? Anton had no idea.
He was simply too lazy to care.
He'd left everything to the Ministry of Magic and the school. Neville and Percy were also handling some things that seemed like they absolutely had to get involved in.
But perhaps because of that, every faction—from Minister for Magic Cornelius Fudge and Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry headmaster Albus Dumbledore to the Pure-blood families behind his Cabin companions—had poured far too many resources into the tournament.
Without all that support, the Top 100 Tournament could never have made such a splash.
Anton hadn't come away empty-handed, either.
His beloved professor, Tom Riddle, had died unexpectedly and so hadn't become one of the tournament judges, but he'd already promised Anton plenty of sponsorship.
How could Anton possibly refuse...
Gwahahaha...
Anton had unceremoniously asked Bella for all sorts of resources: not only large quantities of Potions ingredients and Galleons, but even several House-elves.
All those spoils were now stored in Anton's private warehouse in the Sanctuary Tower in New York.
Oh, after the House-elves signed contract magic with Anton, he'd tossed them to Dobby to serve as his subordinates.
Dobby was clearly a kindhearted Elf. Rather than enslaving his new subordinates, he treated them as companions.
And so.
On the second day of the Christmas holidays, everyone made their way to Azkaban Island, where the opening ceremony would be held.
Anton had chosen that day to minimize the impact on the daily lives of competitors who were eliminated.
More than ten thousand young wizards had signed up, but Anton estimated that at least nine out of ten would fail at the very first hurdle.
That way, it wouldn't interfere with their studies or jobs after the holidays.
Yes, jobs.
Percy,