Later, around a table at Hog's Head, Hermione was finishing to explain her plan to the people she was meeting. She decided not to go into details. Dumbledore's serious face turned to Edmund.

"Are you sure you're up to this?" He asked.

Edmund nodded with a closed face.

"Hermione can't do it, it would be too obvious. So I will. All I need now is a school to represent. And if it pleases Aslan, I will make it alright."

"Well, there, we have the school!" Hermione exclaimed. "Let's bring in your brother and sisters, and Caspian. You will represent the Narnia school of magic, which is, let's say, in Spain."

"Spain?"

"Yes. If I remember well, the Telmarins were originally a group of Spanish pirates. It makes perfect sense!"

"All who are for?" Dumbledore asked.

All hands rose around the table.

"So be it." Dumbledore concluded. "The three wizards tournament will be the four wizards tournament this year."

When they left the pub, Edmund noticed how troubled Hermione seemed to be.

"Are you okay?" He asked.

The young woman had a nervous laugh.

"I should be asking you that!" she said.

He shrugged.

"You're gonna risk your life, Edmund." She continued. "People died during this tournament."

"Well then I'll try my best not to die before the end of the year."

"For that, you're gonna need practice. So we'll start right now. You're quite good with magic, you have good instincts. With a bit of practice, you can be amazing. But before we can do anything, you need a good wand. Come."

They went back inside the pub, and she walked to Abelforth.

"Mr Dumbledore?" She asked shyly.

The man swiftly turned to her.

"Mr Dumbledore is my crazy brother you've just been talking to. But how do you know who I am?"

"We've met in the past. Well, my past, your future. Beside, you have the same eyes."

Abelforth let out an indistinct mumble. Edmund thought it must have been one of his character traits.

"What do you want?" Abelforth finally asked.

"We have to go to Diagon Alley. Can we use your fireplace?"

"Does he know how to use it?" He asked, nodding to Edmund.

"No, sir."

"Come here, kid."

Edmund hence approached the fireplace.

"Take a handful of ashes in this pot."

Edmund did as he was told.

"Now, get inside the fire."

"Sorry, what?"

"Don't worry, Ed." Hermione said. "Those are magical flames. You won't get hurt."

Edmund hence took a deep breath, and entered the fireplace.

"Now, drop the ashes on the flames and say "Diagon Alley"."

"Safe travel!" Abelforth said.

"Diagon Alley!" Edmund said as he opened his hand.