Barty Crouch, Jr. crept alongside the hedges of the maze.
He struggling to transfer the Triwizard Cup into his left hand.
Retrieving his wand from his pocket, he pointed it at the glinting silver of the cup.
"Portus," he muttered, looking around behind him as to insure no one was watching.
While it would seem strange to anyone passing by, he repeated the action, and only then did he stow his wand away.
He rounded the corner, and standing there was none other than Albus Dumbledore, his beard billowing in the wind.
"Hello there, Alastor. I see you have brought the cup. I'll take it from here," he said, and hoisted the trophy out of Crouch's hands.
Barty turned and ran back to the beginning of the maze.
Potter, Krum, Delacour, and Diggory were standing there. A whistle sounded, and Potter and Diggory raced into the maze.
Author's Note: I've decided to go with a new format this time: shorter, more frequent chapters. Tell me your thoughts on this please. This story will be shorter than my typical ones but it will still be a good read! Also, if you want to read the other story that I discontinued (about the werewolf) you can check out slytherinforthewin.