As Headmaster and Minister of Magic, he still had plenty of things to do.
For example,
setting up the final trial of the Triwizard Tournament, which would take place in a few months.
"How about a maze? I think a maze would be pretty good."
Madame Maxime suggested during the council meeting.
She waved her fan-sized hands, sketching out the scene in her imagination.
"Contestants would make their way through a maze of tall, thick trees and hazy fog.
"The Champions would begin competing at dusk. Aside from the Triwizard Cup at the center, they wouldn't have anything to guide them."
Dumbledore and Karkaroff thought it over.
It didn't sound too bad.
"Then how should we build this maze?"
Karkaroff, with his little goatee, couldn't help glancing at Madame Maxime.
Their schools were competing for second place. They had to be careful. What if the other side left clues in the maze that could be used to cheat? Wouldn't that be asking for trouble?
"I have a few ideas about that."
Dumbledore stroked his beard and suddenly smiled.
"First, we need to build a huge maze. Of course, we'll need all sorts of obstacles, too. Otherwise, a maze would be the only trial, and that would be far too monotonous.
"We can't bring in things like Ghost-Faced Spiders or tree wasps again, but we could certainly put in some dire wolves or Lion Ants."
Hiss~
That old geezer was one crafty bastard!
Karkaroff and Madame Maxime couldn't help looking at each other. They saw the same deep concern in each other's eyes.
Your school's Klein isn't afraid of those challenges, but our school's Fleur (Krum) is a normal person!
"What, you don't approve?"
Putting aside the unpleasant events—the unexpected death of Voldemort and Gellert's interference—the Triwizard Tournament was quite interesting.