Commercializing the Tournament
Dumbledore paused for a moment.
Because, when he mentioned team competitions.
The Great Hall, which had just quieted down, began to stir slightly again.
They then realized that they were also part of the Triwizard Tournament.
The students who were sad or somewhat frustrated because they didn't become Champion also showed a few smiles.
Moreover, the First Task of the team competition will be held this month.
So everyone looked at Dumbledore with even more intense gaze.
"You all should already know the content of the First Task in the team competition."
It's the War Magic you've been learning over the past month.
It will take place on October 24th of this month.
Each of you is a participant in this competition.
As for the individual competition that you are most concerned about...
"You all already know when it started," Dumbledore said, winking.
"The First Task is to test the Champion's courage and magical skills, so we are not going to tell Champion what it is."
"The courage to face the unknown is an important quality of a wizard... extremely important..."
At that moment, the same words echoed in that room.
However, it was Arthur Weasley who said this.
It all started when Harry entered that room.
Harry went through the door and out of the Great Hall, finding himself in a small room with portraits of wizards hanging on the walls on both sides.
In the fireplace opposite him, the fire was burning brightly.
When he went in, all the faces in the portraits turned to look at him.
He saw a wrinkled witch dart out of her own picture frame and into the one next to it, which depicted a male witch with a walrus beard.
The wrinkled witch began to whisper in his ear.
Viktor Krum, Hufflepuff Ilvas and Phoebe Delacour were all gathered around the fire.
Against the backdrop of the flames, the three figures made a particularly strong impression.
Krum leaned against the fireplace mantle, hunched over, deep in thought, keeping a slight distance from the other two.
Hufflepuff Ilvas stood there with his hands behind his back, his eyes fixed on the fire. He was also quite far from the other two.
Phoebe Delacour conjured a chaise lounge made of intertwined vines, and placed her exquisite body on it, her captivatingly beautiful eyes closed, feigning sleep.
As Harry walked in, Krum quickly turned around and hurried toward Harry.
Then came a bear hug, "I knew it was you, Harry."
"Thanks."
Hufflepuff Ilvas remained in that pose.
He had an expression that seemed to say, "Even if the sky were to fall, I wouldn't be bothered."
Phoebe Delacour opened her eyes.
She extended her long, slender, fair fingers and gently tapped the recliner.
The vines that made up the lounge chair began to wither one by one and disappeared into the air.
She slid off the nearly vanished chaise lounge with an elegant, almost dancing grace, and stood up gracefully.
She turned her head and tossed her long, cascading silver hair.
"Time's up," Hufflepuff Ilvas suddenly said out of the blue.
The fire in front of him suddenly turned green, and a figure spun out from it, landing steadily on the carpet.
The man wiped his black top hat and then quickly put it back on.
He looked directly at Harry and said, "I knew it was you!"
Harry, who was catching up with Krum, looked up in surprise. "What brings you here?"
The man seemed not to have understood Harry's question. After laughing, he replied, "Originally, it should have been the Department of International Magical Cooperation and the Department of Magical Games and Sports who came."
But you know, the predecessors to these two positions were Barty Crouch Ludo Bagman.
They both ended up in Azkaban.
Ludo has been released from prison because his crime was relatively minor.
But the reputation wasn't good either. So Madam Bones decided to have me represent the Ministry of Magic. After all, you know..."
Only then did the person realize that there were other people present. "You should know as well, I am a member of the Order of the Phoenix."
It was featured in the Daily Prophet during the summer holidays. It's also quite famous in other countries.
"You can just say it directly, what did your Ministry of Magic send you here for?" Phoebe Delacour said impatiently, tossing her hair.
Mr. Weasley nervously turned his black top hat. "Oh, I almost forgot to introduce myself."
My name is Arthur Weasley, Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement at the Ministry of Magic.
As you all know, the Three-No- Triwizard Tournament were proposed by Durmstrang and organized by our Britain Ministry of Magic.
This competition, well, your individual competition, will be recorded by the Department of Magical Games and Sports and broadcast nationwide.
You probably know what video recording is, right? It's an invention of Muggle that can record your matches.
The broadcast was done through a television set—which was also invented by Muggle.
Many magical item vendors now sell them. Among them, the ones modified by Skywalker Alchemy Workshop are the best.
In short, everything about you will be seen by audiences across the country.
Of the profits from this show, 20% will be split equally among your four magic schools.
50% belong to the Skywalker Alchemy Workshop.
20% belong to the Ministry of Magic.
The remaining 10% is divided as follows: three floors belong to the Department of International Magical Cooperation, and seven floors belong to the Department of Magical Games and Sports.
Harry quickly interrupted, "Is this something to talk about? I mean, does this concern us?"
Mr. Weasley gave Harry a grateful look and wiped away his cold sweat. "That's definitely not what I was telling you."
I'm so busy I'm completely confused.
As for what applies to you, the winner among you will receive a reward of 1000 Galleons!
Mr. Weasley thought he was going to give everyone a shock.
He paused deliberately. But none of the four were surprised by this.
The prize money, which is equivalent to about 200,000 RMB, did not move them at all.
Phoebe's family was already wealthy. Harry was too.
As Quidditch Krum star, this amount of money is only one-tenth of what he earns for his lowest endorsement.
As for Ilvas, being a descendant of the Founders of Castelobruxo, he was not lacking in Galleons.
Mr. Weasley could only give an awkward smile and add, "The Skywalker Alchemy Workshop will also compile statistics on the content of the competition."
If the viewership ratings meet our target, we will also produce and sell merchandise related to you.
10% of the profits will belong entirely to you personally.
Don't worry, all of this is under a signed Magical Contract. The contract was established the moment the Triwizard Tournament sent out your notes.
"So, our performance in this competition will, well, as you put it, be broadcast live."
The focus of this match is not on winning.
It's not about whether you're out of character or not.
"Whether or not it can win the audience's favor." As Quidditch World Star, Krum immediately grasped the key point.
"Oh, doesn't the winner get 1,000 Galleons?" Mr. Weasley asked.
However, Krum didn't care.
He knew that the 10% dividend was the key.
The entire Britain Wizarding World is such a huge market.
Not to mention, the market may also include the countries of the other three magic schools, including Durmstrang.