The age limit had been lowered from seventeen to thirteen. On the face of it, there was very good reason for the change. Su Er couldn't help rubbing his chin.
Normally, the Triwizard Tournament was held once every four years. If this year's first- and second-years couldn't take part, they would have a chance not to miss this grand event when the next Triwizard Tournament began.
It seemed reasonable, but if it was too reasonable, there had to be a problem.
Why would Durmstrang's headmaster make such a suggestion?
Oh, right...
That headmaster seemed to have another identity...
Su Er felt he had grasped a little of the truth...
"Hey, Su Er, how do you think that 'judge' will choose the Champions?" Justin nudged Su Er with his elbow.
"Huh?" Su Er was pulled out of his thoughts and blinked. "I don't know, but I'd guess it's some sort of magical alchemical item. Headmaster Dumbledore just said this judge is absolutely impartial."
"I think it'll be a very fair wizard, like some old wizard from the International Confederation of Wizards," Morn said. "Maybe we'll get to see an exciting duel between young wizards. Winner takes all!"
"Maybe." Su Er shrugged. Anyway, I've already hinted at how the Champions will be chosen.
While the students whispered among themselves, Dumbledore had finished his final remarks on the dais. The gist was that their guests had come from far away, and as the host, Hogwarts should welcome them with warmth and friendliness.
Sure, no problem, as long as that Dormammu from Durmstrang-no, Krum-doesn't get any ideas about my wife.
"Shall we go back to the dormitory?"
When Dumbledore finished his speech and turned to chat with Mad-Eye Moody, scraping and clattering rang out all around the Great Hall. The young wizards rose and