I like the entrances from the movie so I will be using that to introduce the new schools.
It was mid-October when the students saw a carriage fly through the sky, pulled by several white pegai. They laughed as Hagrid dove out of the way before the carriage could hit him. At the waterfront, a large ship appeared from under the water, a large coat of arms on its main sail.
At dinner that night, Dumbledore took his place at the podium. "I believe you have all seen our guests arrive this afternoon. They are the other schools who will be competing against us in the Triwizard Tournament. Please join me in welcoming the lovely ladies of the Beauxbatons Academy of Magic, and their headmistress, Madame Maxime."
The doors to the Great Hall opened, allowing a group of young women, all dressed up in matching blue dresses and hats. The girls walked synchronously to the front, stopping at random to greet those around them. As they walked, several boys could be seen checking out their backsides, whistling quietly to one another.
Seamus nudged Ron as Madame Maxime walked by. The woman was very tall, well over six feet. She wore an extravagant coat with a fur collar. "Blimey, that's one big woman."
Ron nodded in agreement.
Dumbledore met Madame Maxime at the front of the room and kissed her hand in greeting. Once they were situated, he returned to his podium to announce the next group. "And now, I present our friends from the north, Durmstrang Academy and their high master Igor Karkaroff."
Two rows of young men marched in, beating their staffs on the ground. The men ran forward, doing back flips and other tricks. Karkaroff walked in with another young man, dressed up in fur.
"Bloody hell" Ron whispered, "That's Victor Krum"
The group watched as the two calmly made their way forward. The two headmasters greeted each other with a strong hug, "Dumbledore!" He called heartily.
"How are you my dear friend?" Dumbledore asked.
"Fine to be here in dear old Hogwarts" Karkaroff replied.
Once the new arrivals were situated, dinner was served. There were several new dishes to accommodate the new students. While they were eating, several Ministry personnel carried a large gold tower to the front of the room. Harry could see Barty Crouch standing next to it, talking quietly with Dumbledore.
Once everyone was finished eating, Dumbledore stood next to the golden casket. The room immediately filled with a tense silence as Dumbledore looked around. "The time has come to start the tournament." He said. "But first, let me introduce Mr. Bartemius Crouch, Head of the Department of International Magical Cooperation." There was scattered applause as Mr. Crouch came forward.
"After due consideration, the Ministry has concluded, that for their own safety no student under the age of 17 shall be permitted to participate in the tournament."
This was met by very loud protest.
"SILENCE!" Dumbledore bellowed. The hall quieted immediately. Dumbledore nodded to Crouch.
"There will be three tasks the champions will face throughout the year. They will test the champions in many different ways. As you know, there will be three champions, one from each school. The champion will be chosen by an impartial selector: the Goblet of Fire" He pointed his wand at the golden casket. The golden walls dissolved to reveal a large stone goblet with blue flames rising out of it.
"Anyone wishing to submit themselves to the tournament need only write their name upon a piece of parchment and throw it in the flame before this hour on Thursday night. On that night, the goblet will return the names of the three it has judged most worthy to represent their schools." Crouch explained.
"To ensure that no underage student tries to submit their name," Dumbledore said, "I will be drawing an Age Line around the Goblet of Fire."
"One other thing," Crouch said, "Once a person has been chosen as a champion, there is no going back. The placing of your name in the goblet constitutes a binding, magical contract. As from this moment, the Triwizard Tournament has begun."
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The rest of the week passed with little action. Harry called his family to see what they were up to and told them of the tournament. He also told Sirius and Remus, who were excited but hoped nothing bad would happen.
"I hope a Gryffindor is our champion. I heard Angelina put her name in." Ron said.
"We'll see. It could be anyone." Hermione said.
At that moment, Fred and George burst into the hall where the cup was sitting. "We did it!" George cheered.
"Fresh off the pot!" Fred added, holding up two vials filled with a strange liquid.
"What's that?" Harry asked.
"This" George held up his vial, "Is an ageing potion."
"This, is going to help us get across that Age Line" Fred said.
"Why are you trying this?" Ron asked.
"For eternal glory of course" Fred said. "Think of it!"
"Better you than me" Harry replied.
Hermione snorted, "It's not going to work."
"Oh?" Fred and George asked, they sat on either side of her, "And why's that Granger?"
"Because Dumbledore drew that Age Line and a genius like Dumbledore couldn't possibly be fooled by a dodge as pathetically dimwitted as an aging potion."
"But that's why it's so brilliant"
"Because it's so pathetically dimwitted."
They laughed and stood on a nearby bench. "Ready Gred?"
"Ready Forge"
They shook their vials and swallowed its contents. They let it sink in for a few seconds before jumping into the circle. When nothing happened, everyone cheered.
The twins high-fived and got out the parchment to put into the fire. When nothing happened after that, there was another round of applause. Unfortunately, the goblet reacted and fire shot outwards, sending the twins across the hall. When they sat up, their bright red hair was replaced with silver.
"You said this would work!" Geroge shouted.
"You said this would work!" Fred shot back. The two pounced on each other, rolling around on the floor exchanging punches as the crowd egged them on.
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When Thursday came, the dining hall was filled with nervous and excited chatter. When dinner finished, Dumbledore got to his feet. "When the champions' names are called, I would ask them to please go to the next room." Dumbledore instructed. "Now, without further ado," With a sweeping motion, all of the candles dimmed, plunging everyone in semidarkness. "The champion selection." Everyone turned to the goblet and waited.
"Any minute now" Dean whispered.
The flames inside the goblet turned from blue to bright pink, a tongue of flame shot into the air, a charred piece of parchment fluttered out of it. Dumbledore caught the parchment and called out, "The champion of Durmstrang, Victor Krum!"
The sons of Durmstrang cheered, pushing their champion forward. He moved to the front of the hall and entered the side room.
The goblet turned pink again, spitting the second piece of parchment out. "The champion for Beauxbatons is Fleur Delacour!"
Again people clapped as she smiled and walked into the side room. The third piece of parchment left the goblet for Dumbledore to call. "The Hogwarts champion is, Cedric Diggory!"
Every Hufflepuff jumped to their feet, screaming and stamping, as Cedric made his way to the side room, grinning broadly. The only one who seemed disappointed was Ron, who wanted someone from Gryffindor to win.
"Excellent, we now have our three champions. But in the end, only one will go down in history. Only one will win the Triwizard cup." He turned to where Mr. Crouch was holding a large, blue and silver cup. "I hope that the rest of you students will give our champions every bit of support you can muster. By cheering your champion on, you will contribute in a very real – "
But Dumbledore was interrupted by the goblet's flames turning pink. Sparks flew in every direction as another tongue of fire shot out, leaving a small piece of parchment fluttering towards the ground. Dumbledore caught it and froze, "Harry Potter"