Chapter 8
The Five Champions
Norway
The next day, Norway went down to breakfast earlier than most, as he had woken up early because of Emilia hopping on top of his stomach and weighing it down, before making a ruckus for food. Norway, Anthony, Michael and Terry had groaned before waking up, feeding the cat before coming down to feed themselves. They met Romania and the Golden Trio as soon as they came down for breakfast.
"Has anyone put in their names yet?" Ron was asking a random third-year who was sitting around.
"All of the Drumstrang lot," she replied, "None from Hogwarts yet."
"All the Drumsrang? Jeez," Terry commented.
"Bet some of them put in last night after we'd all gone to bed, and hi guys," Harry said, adding the last part in quickly, "I would've done if it had been me … wouldn't have wanted everyone watching. What if the Goblet just gobbed you right back out again?"
"That'll be embrassing, all right," Romania agreed, before the Weasley twins and Lee Jordan came in, laughing as if they've just on the Tournament.
"Done it," Fred said in a triumphantly, "Just taken it."
"What?" Ron asked, raising his eyebrow.
"The Ageing Potion, dungbrains," Fred replied as if he was speaking to a bunch of toddlers.
"One drop each," George said, "We only need to be a few months older."
"We're going to split the thousand Galleons between the three of us if one of us wins," Lee added, grinning.
"Are you positive about this?" Romania asked, "It might not work, and something might backfire on you."
"I agree with Vlad," Hermione said, "I am sure Dumbledore thought of this."
"And he is a great wizard," Norway said, "His age line is strong."
The pranksters ignored the three trying to reason with them, and ran up to the age line.
"Ready?" Fred asked his friend and twin, "C'mon, then – I'll go first."
He hopped in, unharmed. George cheered and followed in, only to be blasted back out of the circle with a loud sizzle. The twins both grew long, white beards in seconds. The whole hall busted into laughter.
"I did warn you," Dumbledore said from behind as he entered, making the whole hall turn to his direction, "I suggest you both go up to Madam Pomfrey. She is already tending to Miss Fawcett, of Ravenclaw, and Mr Summers, of Hufflepuff, both of whom decided to age themselves up a little, too. Though I must say, neither of their beards is anything like as fine as yours."
The twins ran off to the Hospital Wing with their friend, who looked like he needed the wing himself, as he couldn't stop laughing.
Romania looked around the hall, and observed the many Halloween decorations, before seating himself near Seamus and Dean, who was discussing the people who put their names in the cup.
"There's a rumour going 'round, Warrington got up early and put his name in," Dean said, "That big bloke from Slytherin who looks like a sloth."
Harry shook his head in disgust, "We can't have a Slytherin champion!"
"I am afraid he did enter- but I doubt the Goblet would choose him," England, who had just arrived, said, sitting on the seat nearby but on the Slytherin table.
"When did you get here?" Ron exclaimed.
"Just now," England said, "I woke up early today. I was doing some reading in the common room, and I saw Warrington sneak out. He seemed confident that he'll be picked. You should've seen the big grin on his face."
"What a load of rubbish," Ron said, making a face.
"And all the Hufflepuffs are talking about Diggory," Seamus spoke, "But I wouldn't have thought he'd have wanted to risk his good looks."
"He'd be better than the Slytherins, though, no offense Arthur," Hermione quickly added, then Angelina came in, people cheered for her as she crossed the line and entered her name.
"You're kidding!" Ron exclaimed, his eyes wide- almost as wide and big like Dobby's- no, actually, that'd be impossible.
"You're 17?" England said, his bushy eyebrows frowning.
"'Course she is. Can't see a long white beard, can you?" Ron said.
"I had my birthday last week," Angelina smiled happily.
"Well, I'm glad someone from Gryffindor's entering," Hermione told her, "I really hope you get picked, Angelina!'
"Thanks, Hermione," Angelina smiled at her brightly.
"Yeah, better you than Pretty-Boy Diggory," Seamus said, and some Hufflepuffs passing by scowled at him.
"Don't insult other people," Norway said, "I am sure Diggory is not all bad. Besides- why do you hate him? He looks like a good person," the same Hufflepuffs who just scowled at Seamus brightly smiled at Norway.
"What're we going to do today, then?" Ron asked, changing the subject.
"We haven't been down to visit Hagrid yet," Harry said.
"OK," Ron said, "Just as long as he doesn't ask us to donate a few fingers to the Skrewts."
"I've just realised – I haven't asked Hagrid to join S.P.E.W. yet!' Hermione exclaimed, "Wait for me, will you, while I nip upstairs and get the badges? Oh, yes, I forgot to mention. Lukas, Arthur, I'll get you two badges as well… wait for me!" she then ran off at top speed to the Gryffindor common room.
"What's she like?" Ron said, exasperated, as Hermione ran up the marble staircase in a hurry.
"Hey, Ron," Harry suddenly spoke, "She's your friend …"
"Wonder what the unchosen ones will do," Ron wondered.
"They'll spectate the tournament," Norway answered.
"How do you know?" Ron asked.
"Read it somewhere," Norway simply stated, "And it is quite obvious. Of course they'll let us watch an every once-in-a-while big tournament."
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"'Bout time!' Hagrid flung open the door, "Thought you lot'd forgotten where I live!"
"We've been really busy, Hag–" Hermione started, but stopped as she laid eyes on Hagrid, "Erm – where are the Skrewts?" she asked, deciding not to comment on his looks right now. He was… ahem, dressed in a hairy brown suit, with a yellow and orange checkered tie that definitely did not fit the suit. Norway could evidence of him trying to tame his puffy hair with grease. Thus, his hair was spilt into two bunches. Perhaps he had tried a ponytail, only to find that he had too much hair or it.
"Out by the pumpkin patch," Hagrid said, proud and happy, "They're gettin' massive, mus' be nearly three foot long now. On'y trouble is, they've started killin' each other."
"Carnivorous, I see," Romania said, rubbing the spot he got sucked at before unconsciously.
"Yeah," Hagrid sadly said, "'S'OK, though, I've got 'em in separate boxes now. Still got abou' twenty."
"Well, that's lucky," Ron sarcastically said, but Hagrid didn't catch the sarcasm that dripped off his voice. Hagrid invited them inside, and they spoke about the Tournament with tea. And rock cakes. But those rock cakes were worse than England's scones. And that said a LOT.
"You wait," the half-giant grinned, "You jus' wait. Yer going ter see some stuff yeh've never seen before. Firs' task … ah, but I'm not supposed ter say."
"Go on, Hagrid!" Harry, Ron and Hermione urged on. Harid shook his head with a smile.
"I don' want ter spoil it fer yeh," Hagrid said, "But it's gonna be spectacular, I'll tell yeh that. Them champions're going ter have their work cut out. Never thought I'd live ter see the Triwizard Tournament played again!"
They had lunch with him, and light rain had started to fall by mid-afternoon. Hagrid refused to join SPEW when Hermione showed him her badges – so did Arthur and Norway. She was very angry.
"It'd be doin' 'em an unkindness, Hermione," he said gravely, "It's in their nature ter look after humans, that's what they like, see? Yeh'd be makin' 'em unhappy ter take away their work, an' insultin' 'em if yeh tried ter pay 'em."
"But Harry set Dobby free, and he was over the moon about it!" Hermione argued, "And we heard he's asking for wages now!"
"Yeah, well, yeh get weirdos in every breed. I'm not sayin' there isn't the odd elf who'd take freedom, but yeh'll never persuade most of 'em ter do it – no, nothin' doin', Hermione."
Hermione angrily stuffed her badges back into her robes.
"He is right, you know," England told Hermione with a sigh, "What he said precisely sums up my reasons for not joining."
"How do you know what elves think?" Hermione huffed, "You're not one of them. You don't know what they feel, or think."
"Neither do you," England said, and Hermione could not rebut to that. Hermione's mouth opened and closed without letting out a sound a couple of times before she said:
"But I know what's best."
"Do you?" England raised one of his eyebrows, and sipped his tea.
"Don't fight," Romania interrupted, stopping the conversation.
"It's going to be hard changing the perspective of millions of other wizards and witches, Hermione," Norway said, "Even the just people in this school. Have you not seen their reaction to this?"
Hermione huffed, a part of her knowing that Lukas was right. Changing the wizarding world on her own would be hard- but she had to try. Norway also knew that house-elf rights may be important… but Hermione was disturbing other students whilst trying. Including the house elves themselves.
(Norway ended up joining a week or so later along with England, Romania, Neville, Terry, Michael and Anthony, just to stop Hermione from bothering them about it.)
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They seated themselves in their houses in the Hall, and the two other schools came in as well. The Halloween Feast was great. Romania had missed it last time because well, because England didn't show up and they had to go find him in a bathroom with blood everywhere, because London was bombed.
Romania loved the cake topped with a sugar bat. It was delicious and also provided a funny situation. Negru eyed the sugar bat before screeching at it, thinking it was a real bat. Romania got his knife and crushed the sugar bat. Negru screeched before flying into Romania's face. Many students laughed at the sight.
"Well, the Goblet is almost ready to make its decision," Dumbledore announced, and the hall fell silent, "I estimate that it requires one more minute. Now, when the champions' names are called, I would ask them please to come up to the top of the Hall, walk along the staff table, and go through into the next chamber, where they will be receiving their first instructions."
The flames turned red, and a parchment popped out, which Dumbledore caught.
"The champion for Durmstrang," he read, "Will be Viktor Krum."
"No surprises there!" Norway could hear Ron yelling loudly from the Gryffindor table, clapping while stood up, as did the rest of the hall. Krum rose from the Slytherin table, and went into the chamber as instructed.
"The champion for Beauxbatons," Dumbledore said, after the Goblet let out the second parchment, "Is Fleur Delacour!"
"Getting emotional, I see," Terry said over the noise, looking at the other students of Beauxbatons. Two were in tears. Norway nodded at him.
"I expect they are very disappointed," Michael said over the noise as well, before the goblet spewed out the third and last name (*cough* *cough* NOT *cough*).
"The Hogwarts champion," he called, "Is Cedric Diggory!"
All Hufflepuff cheered and clapped, standing up. The rest of the houses were dumbfounded. Not Brave Gryffindor, Clever Ravenclaw… or even just Ambitious Slytherin? But just a kind, loyal Hufflepuff?
(No offense to the Hufflepuffs out there. I am a Hufflepuff myself and I get SUPER annoyed at people who say Hufflepuff is useless, and the 'House of the leftovers.' We're kind and loyal, that is the most important part. There has not been a single dark wizard from Hufflepuff. Also, Hufflepuffs can be brave, clever and ambitious too. HUFFLEPUFF PROUD)
Norway clapped for the boy, as he smiled brightly, and headed for the chambers.
"Excellent!" Dumbledore spoke in a rather happy voice, "Well, we now have our three champions. I am sure I can count upon all of you, including the remaining students from Beauxbatons and Durmstrang, to give your champions every ounce of support you can muster. By cheering your champion on, you will contribute in a very real –"
Dumbledore suddenly stopped speaking, and it was apparent to everybody what had distracted him. The Gobelt's fire had turned red once again, and two parchments flew out of it. Dumbledore caught voice, showing skill. He started into one of the parchment deeply knitting his eyebrows, before moving his eyes to the other, this one got him by surprise.
The whole Hall was starting at him, eager for him to speak.
"Harry Potter," Dumbledore read out, then paused before reading out again: "…And Arthur Kirkland."
Norway saw England faint on the spot from the corner of his eye. There was no applause of any kind. The only sound heard was England's body slamming on the floor with a 'thud.'
"Harry Potter! Arthur Kirkland- ah, you passed out," Dumbledore said, "Harry! Up here, if you please! With Mr Kirkland, if you please."
Norway saw Hermione giving Harry a slight push.
Harry stood up, and went over to where England was passed out. Norway ran up to him, and helped Harry with picking up England. Romania joined them.
"Iisus, what is he made of, tea?" Romania muttered under his breath when hoisting England up. (Iisus: Romanian for Jesus, according to google, I am going to try using more Romanian and Norwegan. Sorry if you're one of those offended when someone swears with Jesus.)
"Well … through the door," Dumbledore said when they reached him with England hung over Norway and Romania's shoulders.
'How can this happen?' Norway thought, as they entered the chamber.
"What is it?" Fluer asked, "Do zey want us back in ze Hall? Why did zey even send four of you- why is one of you passed out?"
"Extraordinary!" Bagman muttered as he entered the room, "Absolutely extraordinary! Gentlemen … lady. May I introduce – incredible though it may seem – the fourth and fifth Triwizard champion?" Bagman held Harry and England's arm (who was still passed out, so he was like a rag-doll as his arm was held up and shaken).
"Oh, vairy funny joke, Meester Bagman," Fluer tossed her hair, regarding it as a joke. Norway was certain England won't like her at all, as she resembles a certain French Frog he despised.
"Joke?" Bagman said, "No, no, not at all! Harry, and Arthur's name just came out of the Goblet of Fire!"
Krum's thick eyebrows contracted slightly (though his eyebrows weren't as thick as England's). Cedric was still looking politely bewildered at the news.
"But evidently zair 'as been a mistake," Fluer frowned, "'E cannot compete. 'E is too young."
"Well … it is amazing," Bagman rubbed his smooth chin, smiling at the fourth-years, "But, as you know, the age restriction was only imposed this year as an extra safety measure. And as his name's come out of the Goblet … I mean, I don't think there can be any ducking out at this stage … it's down in the rules, you're obliged … Harry and Arthur will just have to do the best he –"
Then the door banged open, and the headmasters, along with some Hogwarts professors, marched into the chambers.
"Madame Maxime!" Fleur shouted out to her headmaster, "Zey are saying zat zis little boy is to compete also!" Lukas was getting annoyed of this girl.
"What is ze meaning of zis, Dumbly-dorr?" the giant woman asked.
"I'd rather like to know that myself, Dumbledore," Karkaroff said, "Three Hogwarts champions? I don't remember anyone telling me the host school is allowed not one or even two- but three champions – or have I not read the rules carefully enough?" the last bit of his sentence was decorated with a nasty laugh that Romania did not like.
"C'est impossible," Madame Maxime said, "'Ogwarts cannot 'ave not even two- zree champions. It is most unjust."
"We were under the impression that your Age Line would keep out younger contestants, Dumbledore," Karkaroff said, clearly annoyed, frustrated and mad at this whole situation, "Otherwise, we would, of course, have brought along a wider selection of candidates from our own schools."
"It's no one's fault but the students', Karkaroff," Snape softly spoke, "Don't go blaming Dumbledore for Potter's determination to break rules. He has been crossing lines ever since he arrived here –"
"Thank you, Severus," Dumbledore firmly said, shutting the Potions Professor up.
"Did you put your name into the Goblet of Fire, Harry?" Dumbledore asked calmly.
(You know, in the book it says he asked calmly, but have you seen the movie? It's not calm at all. There's meme about it. Here's a great video: https: (slash slash) .com(slash)watch(question mark)v=IdoD2147Fik. Or just search 'Dumbledore said calmly on youtube)
"No," Harry said.
"Did you ask an older student to put it into the Goblet of Fire for you?" Dumbledore asked.
"No," Harry said.
"Ah, but of course 'e is lying!" Maxime cried.
"He could not have crossed the Age Line," McGonagall sharply told her, "I am sure we are all agreed on that –"
"Dumbly-dorr must 'ave made a mistake wiz ze line," said Madame Maxime, shrugging.
"It is possible, of course," Dumbledore politely spoke.
"Dumbledore, you know perfectly well you did not make a mistake!" said Professor McGonagall angrily. 'Really, what nonsense! Harry could not have crossed the line himself, and as Professor Dumbledore believes that he did not persuade an older student to –"
"AHHHHH!" England woke up, cutting the professor up, "Where am I? I had the most horrible dream- my name popped out of the fire… why is everyone staring at me? Ah yes, I did wake up screaming…"
"I am afraid it wasn't a dream, Mr Kirkland," Dumbledore said. Romania and Norway stopped England from smashing his head on the wall.
"England, calm down," Romania told him in the nations' language.
"It's pretty hard to do that considering the situation we're in," England said.
"Not like this isn't your usual self," Norway commented, "Last time you were stressed to the edges, you pulled out Excalibur again and destroyed your office. Your boss was really mad."
"Don't bring that up again. That was only once, and I was a little bit drunk," England said.
"But it was fun," Norway said, "I remember now, don't you still owe me for stopping France from blackmailing you for that?"
"Just saying, you weren't a 'little' bit drunk. It was the fourth of July and you had drunk up a whole bar again-" Romania said, only to be cut off.
"ENGLISH, please!" Maxime shouted, "'Ow do I know zat you're not planning somezing? Bagman, Crouch, surely you're not going to let zem compete,"
"We must follow the rules, and the rules state clearly that those people whose names come out of the Goblet of Fire are bound to compete in the Tournament," Crouch said.
"Well, Barty knows the rulebook back to front," Bagman spoke, beaming.
"I insist upon resubmitting the names of the rest of my students," Karkaroff said not smiling anymore, "You will set up the Goblet of Fire once more, and we will continue adding names until each school has three champions. It's only fair, Dumbledore."
"But Karkaroff, it doesn't work like that," Bagman told the angry professor, "The Goblet of Fire's just gone out – it won't re-ignite until the start of the next Tournament –"
"– in which Durmstrang will most certainly not be competing!" Karkaroff exploded, "After all our meetings and negotiations and compromises, I little expected something of this nature to occur! I have half a mind to leave now!"
"Empty threat, Karkaroff," growled a voice from near the door, "You can't leave your champion now. He's got to compete. They've all got to compete. Binding magical contract, like Dumbledore said. Convenient, eh?" It was Moody who had spoken.
"Convenient?" Karkaroff said, "I'm afraid I don't understand you, Moody."
"Don't you?" Moody said, "It's very simple, Karkaroff. Someone put Potter's name in that Goblet knowing he'd have to compete if it came out."
"Evidently, someone 'oo wished to give 'Ogwarts three bites at ze apple!" Maxime shouted.
"I quite agree, Madame Maxime," Karkaroff agreed, "I shall be lodging complaints with the Ministry of Magic and the International Confederation of Wizards –"
"OH, BLOODY HELL, just everyone shut up!" England suddenly exclaimed, "Headmaster, teacher or not, I am going to say what I want to. I am NOT competing in this stupid life-threatening tournament, and I am not even sure why you're fussing over all this. 'Follow the rules' all right, sure, is there even a penalty if you don't follow it? I am pretty sure every one of you was planning to cheat in some way anyway. Even if Harry and I did have to compete, then just don't count our bloody scores to Hogwarts! All I can think of right now is that someone wants us to die- I can think of plenty who would want Harry dead. And me, I guess."
(I actually don't know if there is a penalty or not. I read this part over and over again but I didn't see anything about a penalty if you don't do the tournament. If you do know, please tell me.)
"Silence, Mr Kirkland! Have your respect!" McGonagall exclaimed.
"I am a Slytherin after all, Professor, I thought this was what Slytherins had a reputation for. I can name a couple of students who treat Slytherins badly just because of that stereotype," England said, "And, I shall say what I think of this."
"I have to say I agree with the boy," Moody growled before any other could scold England.
"Moody, old man … what a thing to say!" Bagman said.
"We all know Professor Moody considers the morning wasted if he hasn't discovered six plots to murder him before lunchtime," Karkaroff loudly spoke, making Norway really wish Sweden was here so Sweden would tell if he was still dark or not, "Apparently he is now teaching his students to fear assassination, too. An odd quality in a Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher, Dumbledore, but no doubt you had your reasons."
(Karkaroff is from Northern Europe. Could be Norway, but let's just say Sweden)
"Imagining things, am I?" Moody growled, "Seeing things, eh? It was a skilled witch or wizard who put the boy's name in that Goblet …"
"Ah, what evidence is zere of zat?" Maxime shouted.
"Because they hoodwinked a very powerful magical object!" Moody shouted, "It would have needed an exceptionally strong Confundus Charm to bamboozle that Goblet into forgetting that only three schools compete in the Tournament … I'm guessing they submitted Potter's and Kirkland's name under a fourth and fifth school, to make sure he was the only one in his category …"
"You seem to have given this a great deal of thought, Moody," Karkaroff coldly said, "And a very ingenious theory it is – though, of course, I heard you recently got it into your head that one of your birthday presents contained a cunningly disguised basilisk egg, and smashed it to pieces before realising it was a carriage clock. So you'll understand if we don't take you entirely seriously …"
"There are those who'll turn innocent occasions to their advantage," Moody retorted, "It's my job to think the way Dark wizards do, Karkaroff – as you ought to remember …"
"Alastor!" Dumbledore warningly shouted. Moody fell silent, though still surveying Karkaroff with satisfaction – Karkaroff's face was burning. It was red like Spain's tomato, a boiling tomato, boiling with anger.
"How this situation arose, we do not know," Dumbledore said gravely, "It seems to me, however, that we have no hoice but to accept it. Cedric, Harry and Arthur have all been chosen to compete in the Tournament. This, therefore, they will do …'
"Ah, but Dumbly-dorr –" ('Why Dumbly-dorr? Not even close to Dumbledore. France can pronounce Dumbledore fine, why not this woman?' Norway thought.)
"My dear Madame Maxime, if you have an alternative, I would be delighted to hear it,"
Dumbledore said. No-one spoke.
"Well, shall we crack on, then?" Bagman said, "Got to give our champions their instructions, haven't we? Barty, want to do the honours?"
"Yes," Crouch said, "Instructions. Yes … the first task …"
"The first task is designed to test your daring," he told the champions, "So we are not going to be telling you what it is. Courage in the face of the unknown is an important quality in a wizard … very important …
"The first task will take place on November the twenty-fourth, in front of the other students and the panel of judges.
"The champions are not permitted to ask for or accept help of any kind from their teachers to complete the tasks in the Tournament. The champions will face the first challenge armed only with their wands. They will receive information about the second task when the first is over. Owing to the demanding and time-consuming nature of the Tournament, the champions are exempted from end-of-year tests. I think that's all, is it, Albus?"
"I think so," Dumbledore said, "Are you sure you wouldn't like to stay at Hogwarts tonight, Barty?"
"No, Dumbledore, I must get back to the Ministry," Crouch said, "It is a very busy, very difficult time at the moment … I've left young Weatherby in charge … very enthusiastic … a little over-enthusiastic, if truth be told …"
Norway recalled Ron telling him that Crouch called his brother, Percy Weasley (who now worked for Crouch), 'Weatherby' for some reason.
"You'll come and have a drink before you go, at least?" Dumbledore asked.
"Come on, Barty, I'm staying!" Bagman brightly said, "It's all happening at Hogwarts now, you know, much more exciting here than at the office!"
"I think not, Ludo," Crouch said.
"Professor Karkaroff – Madame Maxime – a nightcap?" Dumbledore said. Then the Headmaster all left with their champions.
"Harry, Cedric, I suggest you go up to bed- while I speak with Mr Kirkland, Lupei and Bondevik alone," Dumbledore said, "I am sure Gryffindor and Hufflepuff are waiting to celebrate with you, and it would be a shame to deprive them of this excellent excuse to make a great deal of mess and noise," he also eyed the professor to leave. They did.
Harry glanced at Cedric, who nodded, and they left together.
When they all left, Dumbledore faced the nations.
"Your name came out as England," Dumbledore spoke, "With the addition of '/Arthur Kirkalnd/ Abion / The United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland.' You do have lots of names, England."
"What?" the nations exclaimed.
"Someone knows of us," Norway muttered.
"Knows you, and wants something out of you," Dumbledore said, "Not death, I suppose, they probably know whoever did this you can't die…"
"…He- or she's after our immortality," Romania concluded. Dumbledore nodded.
"I suppose he or she targeted England for being the country he or she is from, as whoever did this is most likely to be English. Or, he or she only knows that Arthur Kirkland is for surely England," Dumbledore said, "Be careful, nations, you have the eyes of somebody who prays for your long life is after you."
The Nations nodded, before departing the chamber.
"What should we do?" Romania said, "England, I think you might need Excalibur again. Either because of the tournament or because this evil most probably Death Eater attacks you."
"I think a fourth-year wielding an ancient magical sword from the myths from Merlin's era isn't the best idea," England said.
"Be careful, England, who knows what the Slytherins will do when you go back to your dorm," Norway said.
"It's either they throw a party or a Slytherin getting in, or interrogating you on how you got in," Romania said, "...Or celebrating sarcastically, I suppose."
"Hopefully not anything too annoying," England said, before leaving for the Slytherin Dorms.
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There was a review on how someone half expected France to come as Beauxbaton's headmaster.
I must make this clear again: all nations has cut (almost) all connections with the wizarding world. Some like the Kirkland Bros has a single wizard like Dumbledore informing them about important events, and perhaps new spells, but none had directly connected to the wizarding world minus that one wizard until England, Norway and Romania came to Hogwarts. They have cut connections for centuries. No exact date because I probably will mess it up.
Anyway.
My holidays has begun... but why do I have a ton of things to do? I am going to keep on writing fanfiction, though (I mean, duh), as a form of English writing practice.
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