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***speach*** The goblet of Fire :

Chapter 1 – The cup's decision

"Well, the goblet is almost ready to make its decision," said Dumbledore.

"I estimate that it requires one more minute. Now, when the champions' names are called, I would ask them please to come up to the top of the Hall, walk along the staff table, and go through into the next chamber" — he indicated the door behind the staff table — "where they will be receiving their first instructions."

He took out his wand and gave a great sweeping wave with it; at once, all the candles except those inside the carved pumpkins were extinguished, plunging them into a state of semidarkness. The Goblet of Fire now shone more brightly than anything in the whole Hall, the sparkling bright, bluey-whiteness of the flames almost painful on the eyes. Everyone watched, waiting. . . . A few people kept checking their watches. . . . "Any second," Lee Jordan whispered, two seats away from Harry. The flames inside the goblet turned suddenly red again. Sparks began to fly from it. Next moment, a tongue of flame shot into the air, a charred piece of parchment fluttered out of it — the whole room gasped. Dumbledore caught the piece of parchment and held it at arm's length, so that he could read it by the light of the flames, which had turned back to blue-white. "The champion for Durmstrang," he read, in a strong, clear voice, "will be Viktor Krum." "No surprises there!" yelled Ron as a storm of applause and cheering swept the Hall. Harry saw Viktor Krum rise from the Slytherin table and slouch up toward Dumbledore; he turned right, walked along the staff table, and disappeared through the door into the next chamber. "Bravo, Viktor!" boomed Karkaroff, so loudly that everyone could hear him, even over all the applause. "Knew you had it in you! The clapping and chatting died down. Now everyone's attention was focused again on the goblet, which, seconds later, turned red once more. A second piece of parchment shot out of it, propelled by the flames. "The champion for Beaux batons," said Dumbledore, "is Fleur Delacour!" "It's her, Ron!" Harry shouted as the girl who so resembled a veela got gracefully to her feet, shook back her sheet of silvery blonde hair, and swept up between the Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff tables. "Oh look, they're all disappointed," Hermione said over the noise, nodding toward the remainder of the Beaux batons party. "Disappointed" was a bit of an understatement, Harry thought. Two of the girls who had not been selected had dissolved into tears and were sobbing with their heads on their arms. When Fleur Delacour too had vanished into the side chamber, silence fell again, but this time it was a silence so stiff with excitement you could almost taste it. The Hogwarts champion next . . . And the Goblet of Fire turned red once more; sparks showered out of it; the tongue of flame shot high into the air, and from its tip Dumbledore pulled the third piece of parchment. "The Hogwarts champion," he called, "is Cedric Diggory!" "No!" said Ron loudly, but nobody heard him except Harry; the uproar from the next table was too great. Every single Hufflepuff had jumped to his or her feet, screaming and stamping, as Cedric made his way past them, grinning broadly, and headed off toward the chamber behind the teachers' table. Indeed, the applause for Cedric went on so long that it was some time before Dumbledore could make himself heard again. "Excellent!" Dumbledore called happily as at last the tumult died down. "Well, we now have our three champions. I am sure I can count upon all of you, including the remaining students from Beauxbatons and Durmstrang, to give your champions every ounce of support you can muster. By cheering your champion on, you will contribute in a very real —" But Dumbledore suddenly stopped speaking, and it was apparent to everybody what had distracted him.

The fire in the goblet had just turned red again. But this time all the torches in the hall flaired up with it.

A loud voice could be heard from everyone in the hall.

"Hear Ye Hear Ye, we are not amused! Unlike my brother the hat also being formed from the founders from Hogwarts with help from the founders from Beaux batons, Durmstrang, Talons School of Witchcraft, Cardowl School of Magic, and The Marcello School of Opportunity .We the Goblet of Fire will not be deceived by a simple confundus Charm or accept anybody trying to use us against our will. In the hopes of gaining favor from another."

At that moment every door and window slammed shut in the great hall.

"Alastor Moody or better your real name Barty Crouch Jr. come forward" everybody looked towards Moody, He tried to draw his wand but it flew out of his hand in a large arc in the air and landed in the goblet of fire. A dark yellow burst of energy left the Goblet and struck moody. Then, before everyone's very eyes, the face of the man on the floor began to change. The scars were disappearing, the skin was becoming smooth; the mangled nose became whole and started to shrink. The long mane of grizzled gray hair was withdrawing into the scalp and turning the color of straw. Suddenly, with a loud clunk, the wooden leg fell away as a normal leg regrew in its place; next moment, the magical eyeball had popped out of the man's face as a real eye replaced it; it rolled away across the floor and continued to swivel in every direction. Dumbledore saw a man lying before him, pale-skinned, slightly freckled, with a mop of fair hair. He aimed his wand exclaiming "Barty crouch Jr, and then stupefy, leaving crouch stunned on the floor. The students started to scream and shout as the teachers tried to calm them down the goblet in a loud voice cried "SILENCE—"and as everybody started to calm down the goblet called out "HARRY JAMES POTTER COME BEFORE ME!". Harry sat there, aware that every head in the Great Hall had turned to look at him. He was stunned. He felt numb. He was surely dreaming. He had not heard correctly. The goblet called out again "HARRY JAMES POTTER COME BEFORE ME!". Harry turned to Ron and Hermione; beyond them, he saw the long Gryffindor table all watching him, openmouthed. "Go on," Hermione whispered, giving Harry a slight push. Harry got to his feet, trod on the hem of his robes, and stumbled slightly. He set off up the gap between the Gryffindor and Hufflepuff tables. It felt like an immensely long walk; the top table didn't seem to be getting any nearer at all, and he could feel hundreds and hundreds of eyes upon him, as though each were a searchlight. After what seemed like an hour, he was right in front of The goblet of Fire, feeling the stares of all the teachers upon him. "Harry James Potter do you of your own free will wish to contend in this tournament?"

"No" answered Harry softly. "but why are you asking?" "Your Name was placed in me with a Confundus Charm, that was supposed to add you from Cardowl School of Magic. To where That school has been closed for 97 years. As to where you were the only one from that school and that the other schools had over 25 other candidates we knew something was wrong. Also that you are under the contestant age I had to ask you personally, I ask again so nobody can state otherwise - do you Harry James Potter want to participate in the tournament?" "No, I do not" stated Harry louder "Then let it be said again, The champion for Durmstrang will be Viktor Krum,The champion for Beauxbatons is Fleur Delacour! The Hogwarts champion is Cedric Diggory! Let the games begin!

A/N the start of my story is a copy from goblet of fire from pg.268 - 270 ... i do not want to set claim. I was just using this part to set my story. everything after except story frame is from me.