Harry rubbed his chin as he watched Fleur Delacour's lovely derriere disappear under the Black Lake's surface. "I wonder why none of them thought of this," Harry said as he sighed. "Accio My Hostage," he said, seeing that nothing happened, however, he groaned.

"Mr. Potter, we are not a bunch of daft fools. We made sure you couldn't use the same charm to defeat both tasks," said Dumbledore.

"I bet you a hundred galleons that he figures out a way to beat the challenge with the Summoning Charm," Fred Weasley said to a wealthy spectator, while his brother George was doing the exact same thing with another one.

Harry hummed a merry tune. "Accio Whatever Is Holding My Hostage In Place," he commanded, once again being reduced to a frown when nothing happened.

"Fine then," Harry said, rolling his eyes, "if you wanna play it like that, I can play," he murmured to himself, "Accio Whatever Is Holding ALL Hostages In Place," he commanded.

A rather massive statue was pulled out of the lake, and all three hostages, Ron Weasley, Hermione Granger and the most adorable little girl Harry had ever seen, suddenly awoke.

"Da fuck wazzat?" Igor Karkaroff asked, clearly stupefied as how that was even possible.

Once again, the judges were forced to give Harry tens across the board, while the other champions got exceedingly low scores due to their utter inability to complete the task.

Fred and George were dancing about the two hundred galleons they'd just made.