The notice set the young wizards' restless hearts ablaze, like a huge rock suddenly crashing into a still lake.
It sent enormous ripples spreading outward. The entire Entrance Hall buzzed with discussion.
"Brilliant!" Harry said. "Our last lesson on Friday is Potions! Snape won't have time to poison us all!"
Huh? That was your first reaction to the notice? Just how terrified of Professor Snape were you, Harry?
"One more week. How do you think they'll choose each school's Champions?"
Ron fought his way out of the crowd, and they headed against the flow toward the Dining Hall.
"Hmm-maybe they'll make all the teams fight and choose whoever wins in the end?" Harry thought for a moment before tentatively proposing this "extremely fair" method.
Zhang Xiao's ears twitched. That sounded awfully familiar...
A Sect Grand Competition-the most common trope in cultivation novels, appearing even more often than auctions.
"Harry, that's impossible. It wouldn't work no matter how you looked at it," Hermione said earnestly. "Think about it. Some people have signed up for two teams."
Malfoy shook his head too. "Potter, there's nothing magical about your idea. I think they might use Divination."
The notice in the Entrance Hall had a noticeable effect on everyone living in the castle.
Over the following week, there seemed to be only one topic of conversation in the castle: the Super Tournament.
Rumors and speculation spread faster than a virus. Something one young wizard said could travel around the entire school in less than a day.
Who would become Hogwarts' Champions, for instance, what events the tournament would involve, how the students from Beauxbatons and Durmstrang differed from them, and how the people from the other schools would arrive.
And whether Quidditch would be one of the tournament events...
Zhang Xiao noticed that the