The Triwizard Tournament
Chapter four
Number four, all right (gigaddy gigaddy)
Little Family Guy humor there.
Hope you like this chapter, it's a long one.
Here is the first question,
Since Haylee can sing, should Draco sing too?
I have a plan for the story if you all think he should because in my world he can.
Just message or review your answer.
I hope some of you agree with me.
As everyone disembarked from the train, there was a group students that were pointing at the sky.
What is so great about the sky?
I turned my head so I could see it too. There was an enormous flying carriage coming towards the castle.
What on earth?
Then a third year pointed toward the Black Lake, and low and behold a ship was coming out from its dark depths.
"What's going on?" I asked Hermione.
"I don't know," She answered." Let's get on a carriage before they leave without us."
I nodded and followed.
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"Now that we're all settled in and sorted, I'd like to make in announcement," Dumbledore started." This castle will not only be yours this year, but home to a few quests as well. You see Hogwarts has been chosen to host a legendary even. The Triwizard Tournament. Now, for those of you who do not know, the Triwizard Tournament brings together three schools for a series of magical contests in which one student is selected to compete. But let me be clear, if chosen you stand alone. These tasks are not for the faint-hearted, but more of that later. Now let me introduce you to the lovely ladies of the Beaubuxtons Academy of Magic and their Headmistress, Madame Maxine."
The doors opened and they waltzed inside. They seemed to catch all of the guy's attention. Well, most of them at least.
Boys are so stupid
"Bloody hell." Ron said when they ran by.
"Perv." I muttered as Ginny and Hermione laughed.
Once they were finished they sat amongst the Hufflepuffs and Dumbledore got up again.
"And now our friends from the north, please welcome the proud sons of Dumstrang and their High Master, Igor Karkoroff."
Once again the doors open and they came inside too. They however, sat with the Slytherins at the other side of the hall.
"Hogwarts, let's entertain our friends in the best way we can. All stand." Dumbledore ordered.
Great we had to sing our song. I swear it's the stupidest song ever written.
"Hogwarts, Hogwarts, Hoggy Warty Hogwarts, teach us something please….."
Come on what kind of lyrics are those? Whoever thought of them must have been drunk off their ass.
Looking around the room I could see everyone getting into it. How could you get into this song? Averting my head to the right, I could see that not everyone was feeling the song. Crabbe was which was kinda creepy, Goyle too, but Draco and Blaise, not so much.
When the song came to an end, I was so happy. I am deciding right now, that I will never, under any circumstances, sing that god awful song again. Not even for a million dollars.
Everyone sat down and dug into the feast. The house elves really out did themselves today. I'm impressed.
"So, who wants to enter?" I asked when we got to desert.
"Maybe," Ron answered." I'm not sure."
"You better be sure for this kind of tournament." Hermione told him.
"Agreed." I added.
'Your attention, please," Dumbledore's voice boomed through out the hall." Eternal Glory. That's what awaits the student who wins the Triwizard Tournament, but to do so that student must survive three tasks. Three incredibly, dangerous tasks. For this reason the Ministry has made a new rule. To explain all this, I would like to introduce Mister Bartomus Crouch."
Right behind the Professors, the wooden door opened, and an odd looking man stepped inside. There was a crack of lightning above us, and it rained. Hard.
"Dude, calm down," I heard Blaise mutter to Draco.
"How can I, that's the bastard who put my cousin into Azkaban for no fucking reason." Draco hissed.
"I know, just calm down, or you'll give yourself away." Blaise agreed.
What does that mean? You'll give yourself away. I'll have to ask him later.
"That's Mad-Eye Moody." Ron announced.
"Alestor Moody, the Aoura?" Hermione asked.(AN: I can't spell that word. Unless it's right right now.)
"Aoura?" Asked Dean.
"Dark Wizard catcher," Ron answered." Half of Azkaban is full because of him."
He began looking around the room, as if he was trying to find someone.
Stalker
I don't know, but something about him didn't seem right. Like he had somekind of dark aura around him or something.
The weird man pointed his wand at the ceiling and it went back to normal. Dumbledore walked over to him and gave him a friendly hug. OK, so they know each other. Mr. Crouch walked up to the front of the room and said.
"After due consideration, the Ministry has come to the conclusion that no one under the age of seventeen can put their name into the Goblet of Fire."
There was an out break of angry hollers at Crouch, but Dumbledore straighten things out in jiffy. Dumbledore stood beside the goblet, a bright blue light arose.
"The Goblet of Fire, anyone who wishes to enter the tournament just writes your name on a piece of parchment before this time on Thursday night. Do not do so lightly, if chosen there's no turning back. As of this moment, the Triwaizard Tournament has begun."
"Guess you're not entering now, Ron." I said
"Guess not." He sighed.
What's up with Draco and Blaise?
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