"The Champion for Durmstrang," Dumbledore read loudly and clearly, "will be Viktor Krum!"
"The Champion for Beauxbatons," said Dumbledore, "is Fleur Delacour!"
"The Champion for Hogwarts," intones Dumbledore, is-" At this point, he stopped talking and stared at the paper. He was nudged slightly by McGonagall. "Tom Riddle, Junior?" Most of the students and staff were confused, as there was no student at Hogwarts with that name. Several, like the Weasley twins, had been made to polish the Special Award for Services to the School in the Trophy Room with that name on it. A select few, however, recognized the name. Harry Potter gasped. Ginny Weasley gave a small whimper. Ron paled so much that his freckles appeared black in contrast to his skin. Karkaroff... smirked? A quick murmur went through the hall after this confusing announcement.
Before long, however, the Goblet of Fire once more flared red, cutting off the mumbles in the Great Hall. On reflex, Dumbledore caught the slip of paper that flew out and numbly read: "Harry Potter." Harry immediately hit his head on the table.
"Mister Potter... Mister Potter!" Harry looked up at Professor McGonagall. "You need to go in the room, Harry," McGonagall said, not unkindly but apparently preoccupied with something else. As Harry went out of the Great Hall and into the Champions' Room, he felt all eyes upon him.
As Harry walked into the room, the French witch, Fleur Delacour, asked, "Do zey want us back in ze Hall? Where is ze 'Ogwarts Champion?"
Harry stood mutely, not knowing what to say.
Soon, Crouch, Dumbledore, Bagman, and Snape came through the door, talking animatedly. "Confundus? … no, impossible! … What should we do? … Yes, this is fine," At this point, Bagman addressed the room. Ladies and Gentlemen, may I present the Hogwarts Champion!
Meanwhile, in Little Hangleton, an eerie scream could be heard, seemingly coming from everywhere at once.