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Chapter 232: Galleons Galore
Chapter 232: Galleons Galore
The Wizarding Card Club had announced that they would be hosting their first-ever wizarding card game tournament. However, this news failed to create much of a stir within Hogwarts. After all, it was merely an internal club activity.
When the announcement appeared on the notice boards of each house, the students of Hogwarts were initially intrigued, but that was the extent of it. Many were curious about the tournament, but only a handful signed up to participate. Most were still on the fence, and the announcement about Hogsmeade at the end of November naturally drew more attention.
"I wonder how many people have signed up for the wizarding card tournament?" George curiously peered over at the sign-up sheet Lee Jordan was holding. He was eager to know how many would be interested in this game.
"So far, only four people have signed up from Gryffindor," Lee Jordan said helplessly as he turned to Albert. "What if we can't even get sixteen people?"
"It's not a big deal. It's just a club tournament," Albert said, not too concerned about the turnout.
While he was optimistic about the potential of wizarding cards, he understood that they were still in their infancy. Albert had already prepared himself for the worst-case scenario, knowing that even if there were only three participants, they could still have a first, second, and third place. As for himself and his roommates, they had decided not to join the tournament to ensure everyone else could play without worries.
"What if no one signs up at all?" Fred suddenly asked.
"We have the four of us," Albert pointed out, smiling as he reassured them. "And if that's the case, I'll even set up a consolation prize."
"Then George will definitely be the one to get it," Lee Jordan teased, as George was the least skilled at wizarding cards among the four of them.
Perhaps he had been too concerned about the outcome?
The game was meant to bring joy, after all.
Maybe Albert shouldn't expect this first tournament to be a grand affair. Some things were worth taking slow and steady steps towards success.
"By the way, are we still going next door at the end of the month?" Fred asked as he finished organizing his wizarding cards and looked up at Albert.
"Yes, of course. I have an appointment with Mr. Dagworth, and I should be able to learn how to brew that potion from him. However, it seems more difficult than I anticipated," Albert replied.
"If you succeed, make sure to save some for me to try. Perhaps it'll make my brain more flexible," Fred said.
"You've finally admitted that you're a dunce," Albert retorted.
Fred shot back with a peculiar expression, "Are you implying that Albert is also a dunce?"
"If it really works, we won't have to bother with those annoying theories and laborious homework assignments anymore," Lee Jordan agreed, sharing Fred's interest in the Brain Elixir. Who wouldn't want to become smarter?
"That's only if we can successfully brew it, and even then, the effects probably won't be as good as you imagine," Albert said, leaving Fred speechless.
Noticing someone approaching their table, Fred stopped discussing the matter further and gave Albert a nudge with his foot.
"Bloody hell, who kicked me?" Lee Jordan glared at Fred and George.
Fred feigned ignorance with his expression.
Albert noticed that someone had sat down opposite them—it was Truman, the head of Hufflepuff.
"What's up?" Albert asked, sensing Truman's glum expression and knowing it wasn't good news.
"The wizarding card tournament doesn't seem very appealing. So far, only one person has signed up," Truman said glumly.
"Only one? Just you?" Albert asked, his expression mirroring Truman's.
"Yes, just me," Truman nodded, feeling even more disheartened. It had been several days, and he hadn't expected that no one would approach him to sign up.
"We have four from our house, so that makes five in total," Lee Jordan counted on his fingers, "We should be able to get eight participants."
"You need to have some confidence and patience," Albert said to Truman, his words carrying a deeper meaning. "We've presented the opportunity, and if they don't want to participate, that's their loss. They'll definitely be envious of the champion's prize, though."
"What do you plan to give as the prize?" Truman asked, curious despite his initial low expectations. He knew Albert would likely prepare something, but he wasn't expecting anything grand.
"I haven't decided yet, but it could be Galleons or something else," Albert replied.
In fact, Albert hadn't initially planned to use Galleons as the prize, but a new task that had recently appeared on his mission panel had changed his mind.
Minor Tournament:
You are planning a wizarding card game tournament to promote wizarding cards. Invite at least 32 participants and attract over 100 spectators to witness the excitement of the tournament.
Rewards: 5000 experience points, 1 skill point, learn the Transfiguration Spell, reputation +300, obtain the title: Founder of Wizarding Cards.
The rewards for this task were incredible, but the lack of participants could be a problem.
However, Albert wasn't worried about that. After all, money talks, and he was sure that once word got out about a prize of ten Galleons for the champion, there would be plenty of interested participants.
"Are you planning to put up your own money?" Truman asked, giving Albert a strange look.
"If I use Galleons as the reward, then we might need to charge an entry fee," Albert considered. "I'm not going to be a pushover, and it'll be troublesome if too many people sign up. You've seen the tournament rules, right?"
"Entry fee?" Fred and the others lit up at the mention of Galleons, but Truman frowned.
"If there's an entry fee, even fewer people might sign up," he pointed out.
"Well, it's a way to select the more serious participants. And if the champion's prize is ten Galleons..." Albert trailed off, leaving the sentence hanging.
"Ten Galleons?" Truman was stunned. The sheer wealth implied by such a prize was overwhelming.
Ten Galleons was a huge attraction, as many students might not even have a single Galleon in their pockets.
"Are you sure you want to make it that big?" Truman asked, concerned about whether Albert could afford such a prize. If he couldn't, the tournament would become a laughingstock.
"It's not finalized yet. We'll see. You can spread the word that the champion's prize for the wizarding card tournament might be ten Galleons," Albert suggested.
"Wow, I bet a lot of people will be interested in that. I'll let you know if I have good news," Truman said, giving Albert a thumbs-up. Although he didn't understand why Albert was willing to offer such a substantial reward, he admired his boldness. Truman knew that Albert must have his reasons, and he didn't strike him as someone who would easily be taken advantage of.
"Albert, are you sure it's a good idea to spend so much money?" Fred and the others looked at Albert with worried faces. Ten Galleons was no small sum to them! "Don't worry, it's just once a year. But we do need to step up our efforts and try to improve the wizarding cards. We can start selling them next semester," Albert said.
Indeed, once the wizarding cards gained popularity, the real money would be in the sales.
However, the quality of the first batch of wizarding cards couldn't be too shoddy—that would be a real challenge and wouldn't be accomplished overnight.
(End of Chapter)
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