The Sorting Ceremony went smoothly, and every house gained many new members.
Once it was over, delicious dishes appeared on the tables. Snape coldly said, "Eat," and the Opening Feast officially began.
"I'm telling you, according to a little bird, this year's Triwizard Tournament might be held at our school."
"Really?"
"Wait, what's the Triwizard Tournament?"
Most of the table talk centered on Klein's World Cup trophy and the upcoming Triwizard Tournament. As a traditional event between magic schools held once every five years, it had caught the interest of many young witches and wizards.
"Klein, you really don't want to compete?"
Over at the Slytherin table, Draco and the others were very curious about Klein's attitude.
In their eyes, if Klein entered, first place would practically be a foregone conclusion.
"First, I'm fourteen this year—or fifteen by the way wizards count age. A competition that's potentially dangerous will definitely have an age restriction, so people like you and me can forget about it.
"Second, our school has plenty of talent. It won't matter if I'm not there."
The Triwizard Tournament didn't sound interesting at all. It definitely couldn't compare to the Quidditch World Cup.
Besides, all the attention he'd been getting lately wasn't a good thing. Klein wanted to keep a low profile for a while.
"Ah, what a shame."
Hearing this, Draco and the others looked disappointed.
It seemed they could only hope Hogwarts' Champion would do their best and achieve a good result this year.
"Klein, Klein, over here!"
While they were eating, Pansy and Daphne came over with the new Slytherin students.
Snape glanced down from the dais, saw that they were students from his own house, and left them alone.
"Look, these are our Slytherins. Klein, what's with that look?"
As president of the Slytherin