The champions were confused on what the professor's were speaking of. A sacrament? A guide? Since when? So many questions they did not think they were ever going to get any answers too. Until one of them finally spoke up, "Excuse me, but can anyone please explain to the people in the tournament what is happening?", said Cedric with a very confused expression.
The professors turned to them as if just remembering that they were in there, even though they had been in the room the entire time, then looked at one another trying to see who can explain what was actually happening. What felt like hours but was only 5 minutes Barty finally started to explain, " When the tournament first began the champions always had help from magical beings called the Trusted Sacraments, they are the most powerful beings in the magical realm. But in the very last tournament all three of our champions were injured because the beings did not warn them."
Before he can continue explaining he was interrupted by a snort from Mad-Eye, "That wasn't there fault and you know it. Even all powerful beings can be mistaken." Barty gave Mad-Eye the dirtiest glare for interrupting him and making him look like a fool. With his face red as a tomato pointed his finger toward Moody, "That is besides the point Alastor!", he turned around to look at the champions, "Look children, we didn't know if the Sacraments would be able to return if and when we brought back the tournament. If we did, then we would not have even thought of returning it."
Dumbledore sighs," I believe that has been enough excitement for one day, children I believe that some of your peers wish to see you. Also good luck to you all, your guardians will be waiting for you first thing tomorrow morning." With that said everyone left the treasure room with more questions than answers.
Come nightfall in the darkest tower lies Professor Dumbledore's office and with it the presence of Professor Mcgonagall and Dumbledore.
"This can't go on Albus. First the dark mark, now this?" Dumbledore sat behind his desk with his hands folded on his desk. Turn his towards Mcgonagall and said; " Well what do you suggest I do than Minerva?" She looked at his as if was as dumb as a hippogriff.
" Put a end to it! Don't let Potter compete." His face looked like a sour lemon when he said, "You heard Barty the rules are clear."She wanted to slap the white out of his beard for saying that simple line.
"The devil with Barty and his rules," looked at him with biggest frown, "and since when do you accommodate them…" Also in the room were Professor Snape and Professor Moody. "Master I too find this difficult to believe this a mere coincidence, if we are to truly discover the meaning of these events perhaps we should for the time being let them unfold." said Snape.
Minerva looked flabbergasted as if not believe what she is hearing coming from her fellow co-workers mouths. "Do nothing?! Offer him up as bait!? Potter is just a boy not a piece of meat!" She was furious as a Peruvian Vipertooth, the only venomous dragon from the eastern and northeastern of Peru, how dare they use a mere 14 year old boy for their own advantages. See the steam coming out of Minerva's ears Dumbledore says,
" I agree with Severus, Alastor, keep an eye on Harry will you?" Mad-Eye nods his head at him and says,
"I can do that."
"Don't let him know though, he must be anxious enough as it is...knowing what lies ahead. Then again," He looks to all the professors faces with worry in his tone, "we all are."
"You are all dismissed we can worry more tomorrow."
Once the room was cleared Dumbledore looked at one of the darkest corners in his office, "I was wondering when I would be able to talk to you. You can come out now my dear." From the darkness stepped out red, shaggy hair pulled back to reveal a round, worried face. Bright hazel eyes, set a-symmetrically within their sockets, watch eagerly over towards Dumbledore. Freckles spread alluringly across her whole face and leaves a gracious memory of her unfortunate destiny. A true hero amongst the guardians. She stands ordinary among others, despite her big 's something irregular about her, perhaps it's her suffering or perhaps it's simply her friendly demeanor. But nonetheless, Dumbledore has never seen a creature like this before; confident, powerful, and an air of leadership. The young woman took a confident step toward the Headmaster and looked him over to see how he knew she was there.
"Professor Dumbledore I presume," she chuckles, "I remember your mother and father when they were just children here at Hogwarts, they didn't know it yet but I saw there love blossom before my eyes."
His eyes had more of a shine when she mentioned his parents, his smile was even more genuine than ever before. "My dear, will you tell me more about my parents when the time comes?" She smiled and chuckled at the sametime,
"Yes, perhaps in due time I will. But that's not why I was called here; every tournament only has three champions...why is there four?" In the most powerful tone he has ever heard, besides his own, he did not for the first time in his life have an answer. Instead of lying to this wonder being he said,
" I do not know myself. We can not look into it for it was the final word with the Minister of Magic. Before we get more into it can you please tell me your name and your champions."
She took a seat, folded her hands in her lap and took a hard look at the professor said, " My name is Daphne Barnett and my warrior's name is Harry Potter grandson of Fleamont and Euphemia Potter."