Professor Dumbledore had to wave his hand to quiet the students' chatter before adding:
"I know you're all eager to fight for the honor of Hogwarts."
"Honestly, if I were your age, I'd be eager to take part in this competition too."
"Especially with a full thousand Galleons in prize money for the champion."
As he spoke, Professor Dumbledore wore a nostalgic expression. The students below obligingly gave a friendly laugh.
"What's more, there are always young wizards with extraordinary talent, whose abilities far exceed what you'd expect for their age."
"So the six magical schools and the Ministries of Magic of various countries have held repeated discussions and established some additional rules."
"Any underage student who passes certain additional assessments and signs a magical agreement may also take part in the selection."
"I can assure you that I personally designed those assessments, and they are extremely difficult."
"These measures are absolutely necessary," Professor Dumbledore said earnestly.
"After all, the Triwizard Tournament had an appallingly high death rate in previous years. Even the best seventh-year students stood a considerable chance of being injured or permanently disabled."
"So I must personally ensure that only students who meet the requirements can enter."
"That's everything I wanted to tell you." Professor Dumbledore brought his after-dinner speech to a close.
"In short, the delegations from the other five schools will arrive at Halloween in October and spend most of the term with us."
"I hope you'll all make a good impression during that time and not bring shame upon Hogwarts."
With that, Professor Dumbledore clapped his hands.
"That's all I have to say. Now, please return to your dormitories and enjoy the warmth of your beds!"
The students rose and headed out of the Entrance Hall.
Harley whispered something to Hermione, then deftly slipped