<div class="floatleft">(https://media.discordapp.net/attachments/528345016561565696/535870398927994890/615c0ac59ba639795ce753e7412e674e.png)</div><div class="floatright">(https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/dumbledoresarmyroleplay/images/6/64/Main_Page_Ministry_of_Magic_Crest.png/revision/latest?cb=20181224054921)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>NAME:</strong> Hermoine Granger-Weasley<br/><strong>OCCUPATION:</strong> Minister of Magic<br/><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong> Muggle Born<br/><strong>WAND:</strong> 10¾" | Vine | Dragon Heartstring<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong> Same as picture with black Mary Jane's<br/><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> Thursday, 31st October, 2019 | Late Evening<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Hogwarts | Great Hall<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Addressing those gathered around the Goblet of Fire<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Everyone</td></tr></tbody></table><br/><hr/><br/>“Attention!”<br/><br/>Mrs. Granger-Weasley spoke in a normal tone of voice, yet it echoed all around the Great Hall. Her wand was pointed straight against the side of her neck, where she held it up. The spell amplified her crisp, smart voice, so that no microphone was needed. Her dulcet tone carried throughout the space, ringing in the halls, as if to call attention to those who were not present.<br/><br/>“Those of you who are gathered, I presume, wish to enter your names into the Goblet of Fire.” Hermoine smiled at the collective, then glanced beside her at her husband, Ronald. He beamed back at her with his naturally crooked grin, the fiery locks of his hair amplified in torch light. Hermoine straightened as she stood, her free hand raising to reference the massive goblet.<br/><div class="floatright">(https://thumbs.gfycat.com/IllinformedThirdGhostshrimp-small.gif)</div><br/>The blue flames were already roaring from inside the goblet, an age line circling the perimeter of it. “You all know about the age line enchantment, but there is another enchantment in place. This will prevent history from repeating itself.” Hermoine didn’t need to specify who she was referencing. It would be clear to any who had studied a recent history of magic.<br/><br/>“No one will be allowed to submit another person’s name into the goblet. You are to only submit your own name. No one can make up a nonexistent magical school, you are to only submit your school’s name. Please write your name, followed by your school, on a slip of parchment paper and set it into the blue flames.” Hermoine looked around at those collected, her eyes shimmering.<br/><br/>“Best of luck to you all.” With that, she lowered her wand and stepped to the side, where Ronald swept his hand against hers and led her to the staff table at the head of the room. She smiled at the professors and took her seat beside Headmaster Phixyll, to observe the students for the next couple of hours.<br/><br/>To think, the next champion was among them at that very moment.