A different identity changed many things.
If Dumbledore were simply the headmaster of a school of magic, then the Triwizard Tournament would be nothing more than a simple inter-school exchange.
But now...
The old man was the acting Minister of Magic.
So, naturally, the Triwizard Tournament had become an important occasion for magical communities across Europe to exchange their knowledge and experience.
The people provided people, and the money provided money.
Speaking of which, the generous benefactor, Death Blossom, deserved a mention.
The wealthy Dark wizards had covered most of the expenses for this Triwizard Tournament.
Taking advantage of the momentum, the Wizard's Bank they had founded was also successfully getting off the ground, much to the Goblins' envy.
The weather was growing warmer, and the Triwizard Tournament was less than half a month away.
The young wizards were naturally excited; every day felt like a holiday. Even the feuds between the Four Houses had been forgotten for the time being.
"Come have a look! New merchandise!"
"Buy one! It's only one Sickle. Show your support for the 'strongest Champion,' Klein Grindelwald!"
The Weasley brothers had a real head for business. Although the school's two major organizations and the Mutual Aid Society had joined forces to make plenty of preparations, the brothers had still found a way to make a fortune, coming up with all sorts of new products.
The badges, models, and fireworks were so cleverly made that even students from Durmstrang and Beauxbatons couldn't help buying them.
Madame Maxime, the headmistress of Beauxbatons, had even sought the brothers out in person to order a large batch of props for cheering on the Champions.
The brothers, who had been struggling to find startup money, suddenly made a fortune. They no longer had to worry about how to get the