Both Gwent and Wizard Cards were set to begin on the same day.
Saturday, February 6.
The year and house competitions would be held first, followed by ranking matches to eliminate contestants, and finally, a points-based final for those who advanced.
In terms of registrations, nearly eighty percent of the students chose the more accessible Gwent.
Pure-blood young wizards had always been a minority.
Although the number of Muggle-born young wizards was roughly the same, half-blood young wizards were by far the largest group.
Compared with the pure-blood wizards of history, they preferred Hogwarts's famous alumni, adorable magical creatures, and officials who had made tremendous contributions to the Ministry of Magic.
Not only could they learn interesting historical knowledge, it was also a politically correct choice.
So, did Wizard Cards really only have twenty percent of the students signing up?
Unfortunately, there were not even a hundred.
Although the prize money was fifty thousand Gold Galleons—ten times that of Gwent—not a single student outside Slytherin had registered.
Not every one of them came from wealthy families. Having half of them participate was already giving plenty of face.
Friday, the final day of registration.
Fred and George led several Slytherin students into the Owl Court activity room with cheerful grins.
Thanks to their tireless "persuasion" efforts, these were the last students who had yet to sign up for the school tournament.
Most had naturally volunteered, while a small number had merely been less than "willing."
"Johnny, I guarantee that after you register, your textbooks will never mysteriously disappear again."
"Egert, as long as you write down your name, I'm sure you won't step on any more banana peels."
At the end of the day, Hogwarts was still a school. Receiving the Order of Merlin, Second Class was enough to let someone