Triwizard Tournament Persuasive Speech
“Mad-Eye Moody? Half the cells in Azkaban are filled thanks to him,” Ron informed the rest at the table.
“As I was saying. It is my very great pleasure to inform you that the Triwizard Tournament will be taking place at Hogwarts this year,” smiled Dumbledore.
“You are joking!” said Fred loudly.
“Is that better than Quidditch?” wondered Penelope.
“The Three schools participants are Hogwarts, Beauxbatons, and Durmstrang, they will arrive in October. A champion is selected to represent each school, which will be at Halloween, an impartial judge will decide which students are most worthy to compete for the Triwizard Cup, the glory of their school, and a thousand Galleons personal prize money. The three champions will compete in three magical tasks. …show more content…
“I’m going for it!” Fred hissed down the table, many other students had the same idea.
“Only students who are of age, seventeen years or older will be allowed to put forward their names for consideration,” said Dumbledore, the twins were suddenly looking furious. “Is a measure we feel is necessary, given that the tournament tasks will still be difficult and dangerous. Bedtime!”
Gryffindor students walked up the Grand Staircase to the common room. “They can’t do that! We are seventeen in April, why can’t we have a shot?” said George.
“I reckon a couple of drops of Aging Potion might do it, George…” said Fred.
“Dumbledore knows you’re not of age, though,” Ron reminded them.
“George! People have died in these tournaments, you will not be entering,” said Penelope worrying.
“But that was years ago, wasn’t it? Anyway, where’s the fun without a bit of risk? Hey, Ron, what if we find out how to get ’round Dumbledore? Fancy entering?” replied Fred instead.
“I can’t believe you are willing trying to get yourself kill,” Penelope didn’t want to let this go. “If it is about getting gold for the joke shop, then I can simply give you from my vault.”
George gasped, “I am not taking any gold from
you.”
“Why not?” Penelope wondered.
“It is simply out of the question. We will talk about this tomorrow,” George hugged Penelope. “Go to sleep,” he walked to the boys dormitory.
Penelope that night dreamed about Harry being the Hogwarts champion.
“As I was saying. It is my very great pleasure to inform you that the Triwizard Tournament will be taking place at Hogwarts this year,” smiled Dumbledore.
“You are joking!” said Fred loudly.
“Is that better than Quidditch?” wondered Penelope.
“The Three schools participants are Hogwarts, Beauxbatons, and Durmstrang, they will arrive in October. A champion is selected to represent each school, which will be at Halloween, an impartial judge will decide which students are most worthy to compete for the Triwizard Cup, the glory of their school, and a thousand Galleons personal prize money. The three champions will compete in three magical tasks. …show more content…
“I’m going for it!” Fred hissed down the table, many other students had the same idea.
“Only students who are of age, seventeen years or older will be allowed to put forward their names for consideration,” said Dumbledore, the twins were suddenly looking furious. “Is a measure we feel is necessary, given that the tournament tasks will still be difficult and dangerous. Bedtime!”
Gryffindor students walked up the Grand Staircase to the common room. “They can’t do that! We are seventeen in April, why can’t we have a shot?” said George.
“I reckon a couple of drops of Aging Potion might do it, George…” said Fred.
“Dumbledore knows you’re not of age, though,” Ron reminded them.
“George! People have died in these tournaments, you will not be entering,” said Penelope worrying.
“But that was years ago, wasn’t it? Anyway, where’s the fun without a bit of risk? Hey, Ron, what if we find out how to get ’round Dumbledore? Fancy entering?” replied Fred instead.
“I can’t believe you are willing trying to get yourself kill,” Penelope didn’t want to let this go. “If it is about getting gold for the joke shop, then I can simply give you from my vault.”
George gasped, “I am not taking any gold from
you.”
“Why not?” Penelope wondered.
“It is simply out of the question. We will talk about this tomorrow,” George hugged Penelope. “Go to sleep,” he walked to the boys dormitory.
Penelope that night dreamed about Harry being the Hogwarts champion.