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"Harry Potter" – Normal talking.

'Charles Xavier' – Talking with Telepathy

'Avada Kedavra' – Spells

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Chapter 12

Battles And Tournaments

Harry and his friends were inside their tent discussing the match when Sirius came in running, "Harry, everyone get ready. Quick."

"What's the matter Sirius?" Harry asked.

"There is a death Eater attack, the stadium has been burnt down and Anti Apparation and Portkey wards are up, we need to get out of here quickly." Sirius said in Hurry. Hermione gasped loudly and others were not also taking the news well.

Harry quickly took out a locket he was wearing and gave it to Sirius, "Everyone hold this, it is a one time emergency Portkey that can break through any ward. 'Potter's Home is in, 191 Greenwich London'. Now go!"

Sirius frowned, "What about you?"

"I'll come with Anubis but first I need to take care of these Death Eaters."

Before Sirius could protest Harry already vanished in the shadows with Anubis help. Sirius looked at the others, "We don't have time, come on touch the locket."

"Will Harry be all right?" Neville asked.

Sirius nodded, "I hope so, I have seen Harry duel Dumbledore and he can easily defeat me. Come on." Everyone touched the locket as Sirius shouted, "Activate!" They were whooped away from the tent through the Portkey that broke past the wards.

Harry arrived outside and looked around the whole scene. By the light of the few fires that were still burning, he could see people running away into the woods, fleeing something that was moving across the field toward them, something that was emitting odd flashes of light and noises like gunfire.

Loud jeering, roars of laughter, and drunken yells were drifting toward them; then came a burst of strong green light, which illuminated the scene. A crowd of wizards, tightly packed and moving together with wands pointing straight upward, was marching slowly across the field. Harry squinted at them… They didn't seem to have faces… Then he realized that their heads were hooded and their faces masked. High above them, floating along in midair, four struggling figures were being contorted into grotesque shapes. It was as though the masked wizards on the ground were puppeteers, and the people above them were marionettes operated by invisible strings that rose from the wands into the air.

Two of the figures were very small. More wizards were joining the marching group, laughing and pointing up at the floating bodies. Tents crumpled and fell as the marching crowd swelled. Once or twice Harry saw one of the marchers blast a tent out of his way with his wand. Several caught fire. The screaming grew louder.

The floating people were suddenly illuminated as they passed over a burning tent and Harry recognized one of them: Mr. Roberts, the campsite manager. The other three looked as though they might be his wife and children. One of the marchers below flipped Mrs. Roberts upside down with his wand; her nightdress fell down to reveal voluminous drawers and she struggled to cover herself up as the crowd below her screeched and hooted with glee.

Harry ran toward them with his wand in hand and started casting a flurry of Stunners and Bone Breakers, few of the masked men were able to shield themselves but others weren't lucky enough. Few of the masked man was about to use a torture Curse on Mr Roberts and his families, Anubis quickly took Harry in front of the Roberts family and Harry conjured a Granite Shield to defend from the multiple shouts of 'Crucio!'. Harry looked towards the Roberts family, "Get out of here, quick." They weren't needed to be told twice and ran away, a few masked men tried to fire curses at them but Harry defended their back.

There was a deathly silence bar the screaming around as the group of masked man stared at Harry and Harry stared back, "So, you are Death Eaters huh, how boring."

One of the masked man growled, "Harry Potter, looks like we have got a chance to avenge our master.

Harry grinned, "Your dear Voldyshorts couldn't defeat me, what makes you think that you can?"

That made them angry and they started firing curses at Harry, most curses were dark in nature with a few Unforgivables in the mix. Harry went on to work, he first started with defence by shielding against what he could and dodging the Unforgivables. Anubis was hiding in Harry's shadows and teleporting Harry around to help him dodge all the dangerous curses, it went on for a minute but finally the group stopped casting as they could see that they were not even able to touch Harry. One of the men shouted, "Why don't you back Potter, or are you too coward?"

Harry grinned, "If that is what you wish." About 9 more Harry's appeared and surrounded the group, then started the annihilation. The 10 Harry's started casting offensive spells in a flurry, Harry used a few dark curses combined with Transfiguration and the flock of masked men started dropping one by one. Harry would have ended them then and there but suddenly a larger group of Death Eaters came to their aid, the Death eaters tried to overpower Harry by their numbers and quickly destroyed the nine Clone Harry's but Harry wasn't going down. Anubis was randomly teleporting him around and Harry started casting much more lethal spells, he could hear many Death Eaters crying out loud as their body part was cut out by one of Harry's cutting Curses but Harry didn't stop to notice it.

The Aurors arrived at the scene and stared at the surrounding in shock, a 14 year old boy was battling a large number of Death Eaters and winning. Harry shouted without looking at the Auror's, "Are you going to just stand there or help me out here!" That seem to do the work as the Auror's joined forces with Harry. The Death Eater knew that they were not going to win so they started activating their emergency Portkeys and started disappearing, Harry could have stopped them with his powers but he didn't since Auror's were around him. Harry spotted a blonde man in the mask with a wand that was very similar to Lucius Malfoy reaching for his Portkey, a quick scan told harry that it was Lucius Malfoy indeed. Harry grinned and casted a strong dark Cutting Curse that hit Lucius left shoulder and cut off his arm just as his Portkey activated and he disappeared, Harry grinned knowing that Lucius Malfoy won't be having a left hand any time soon.

Unfortunately, all the unconscious or killed Death Eaters also disappeared through the emergency Portkeys and there was no one for the Aurors to apprehend. Suddenly there was a loud cry, 'Morsmordre!' A green light shot up into the sky and took form of a Skull with a snake, the dark symbol of Voldemort. Harry and the Aurors ran toward the scene but whoever it was had already fled.

An aristocratic looking woman came forward, "Mr Potter I am Amelia Bones, care to tell us what happened?"

Harry shrugged, "I saw a group of Death Eaters attacking the campsite manager Mr Roberts and his families so I decided to help, I was about to take care of that small group of Death Eaters but then the big one came. I was fighting them when you arrived and you were very late, let me tell you that."

Amelia nodded, "I know Mr Potter but we had to make sure that others were safe."

A young woman with unusually pink hair came beside Amelia, "That was bloody brilliant, I didn't know you could battle like that."

Harry smiled, "Thanks but do I know you, I seem to remember you from somewhere?"

"Oh, I was in my final year when you joined Hogwarts. I am Tonks by the way." Tonks replied.

"Are you Nymphadora Tonks, daughter of Andromeda Tonks, Sirius cousin."

Nymphadora hair changed to bright red and she glared at Harry, "I am leaving you for this time Potter, don't call me Nymphadora again."

Amelia interrupted, "Auror Tonks, would you mind taking Mr Potter back to his home."

"That won't be needed Miss Bones." Harry said as Anubis made himself visible startling a few nearby Aurors, "I'll see you later Miss Bones, Tonks it was nice meeting you." With that Harry disappeared in a swirl of shadows.

"Cool." Tonks said looking at the place where Harry was a few moments ago. Amelia eyed Tonks but Tonks shrugged in reply, "What? You can't disagree, that looked awesome."

Another dark skinned auror named Shackebolt spoke, "Madam Bones, didn't you get the feeling that you were talking with Dumbledore."

Amelia nodded, "If what I heard from my Niece is true then Harry Potter is an apprentice of Nicolas Flamel and Dumbledore."

Tonks added, "That would explain his skill, not even I can battle so many Death Eater at once and I am an Auror."

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Harry arrived in his house and found Sirius and his friends waiting for him, Dumbledore was also there. Just as Harry appeared Sirius jumped on his feet, "Harry, you ok?"

"I am completely fine Sirius; you don't have to worry about anything."

Sirius nodded, "Good."

Hermione shouted, "What gave you the ideas of fighting the Death Eaters Harry? Are you crazy or what?"

Harry shrugged, "Well, I have been called worse. But seriously speaking, I battled about 30 to 40 Death Eaters and barring a couple of them nobody was skilled."

Dumbledore spoke, "That's the thing about Death Eaters Harry, they have the advantage of numbers not skills. They are able to cause terror with their sheer numbers, what happened there?"

"Well I fought them and defeated a whole lot of them but then the Auror's arrived and the Death Eater's activated their Portkey, they were able to escape but I gave a parting shot to one Lucius Malfoy." Harry grinned, "I am pretty sure that dear Lucy won't be having a left hand for the foreseeable future."

Sirius laughed, "That's my boy."

Harry smiled and looked at his friends, "You should contact your home, they must be worried about you."

Daphne nodded, "Does your fireplace work?"

"Yes in both ways." Harry replied and then turned to Dumbledore, "There's one another thing, one of the Death Eaters left the dark symbol in the sky."

Dumbledore frowned, "That's not good, not good at all. I'll investigate the matter as soon as possible. I have given your Hogwart's letter to Sirius Harry, we'll talk more in Hogwarts." Harry nodded and Dumbledore stood up, "Goodbye everyone." With that Dumbledore left.

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Harry was back in Hogwarts, waiting for the first year students to come and the sorting ceremony to begin. The Weasley twins sat down across Harry, "Hey Harry."

"We heard you fought with 100 Death Eaters."

"Alone."

"On The Quidditch World Cup Night."

"You defeated the Death Eaters."

"Saved a few Damsel in Distress."

Harry snorted, "Hey Fred, George, I did fight Death Eaters but not 100 of them, the Prophet is doing what it does best, exaggerating things. All the articles concerning me was written by Rita Skeeter, you know how she is."

Fred nodded, "Yeah, she's a nasty bitch."

George then asked, "So, are you getting your OWL's this year?"

Harry smiled, "No, I gave the OWL's privately and I'll be joining you in sixth year for half year and then Seventh year. This year will be my last year at Hogwarts."

Angelina who was listening to the conversation spoke up, "It's not fair Harry, you joined Hogwarts after us and you'll finish before us."

Harry smiled, "What can I say, I am special."

Harry looked up at the staff table. There seemed to be rather more empty seats there than usual. Hagrid, of course, was still fighting his way across the lake with the first years; Professor McGonagall was presumably supervising the drying of the entrance hall floor, but there was another empty chair too, and Harry couldn't think who else was missing.

"Where's the new Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher?" said Hermione, who was also looking up at the teachers.

"What happened to Lupin?" Harry asked.

"Professor Lupin Harry, and he left. He was Werewolf and few Slytherin's found out about it and they created bad rumours about him, he had to leave because of complaints from some parents."

Harry nodded, Sirius had told him that Remus was a Werewolf and that's why he never contacted Harry but Harry wasn't happy with that explanation, he wasn't planning to forgive Remus any time soon. Harry scanned the table more carefully. Tiny little Professor Flitwick, the Charms teacher, was sitting on a large pile of cushions beside Professor Sprout, the Herbology teacher, whose hat was askew over her flyaway grey hair. She was talking to Professor Sinistra of the Astronomy department. On Professor Sinistra's other side was the sallow-faced, hook-nosed, greasy-haired Potions master, Snape - Harry's least favourite person at Hogwarts. Harry's loathing of Snape was matched only by Snape's hatred of him.

On Snape's other side was an empty seat, which Harry guessed was Professor McGonagall's. Next to it, and in the very centre of the table, sat Professor Dumbledore, the headmaster, his sweeping silver hair and beard shining in the candlelight, his magnificent deep green robes embroidered with many stars and moons. The tips of Dumbledore's long, thin fingers were together and he was resting his chin upon them, staring up at the ceiling through his half-moon spectacles as though lost in thought. Harry glanced up at the ceiling too. It was enchanted to look like the sky outside, and he had never seen it look this stormy. Black and purple clouds were swirling across it, and as another thunderclap sounded outside, a fork of lightning flashed across it.

"Oh hurry up," Ron Weasley moaned loudly, "I could eat a hippogriff."

The words were no sooner out of his mouth than the doors of the Great Hall opened and silence fell. Professor McGonagall was leading a long line of first years up to the top of the Hall. They appeared to have swum across the lake rather than sailed, all of them were shivering with a combination of cold and nerves as they filed along the staff table and came to a halt in a line facing the rest of the school.

Professor McGonagall now placed a three-legged stool on the ground before the first years and, on top of it, an extremely old, dirty patched wizard's hat. The first years stared at it. So did everyone else. For a moment, there was silence. Then a long tear near the brim opened wide like a mouth, and the hat broke into song:

A thousand years or more ago,

When I was newly sewn,

There lived four wizards of renown,

Whose names are still well known:

Bold Gryffindor, from wild moor,

Fair Ravenclaw, from glen,

Sweet Hufflepuff, from valley broad,

Shrewd Slytherin, from fin.

They shared a wish, a hope, a dream,

They hatched a daring plan

To educate young sorcerers

Thus Hogwarts School began.

Now each of these four founders

Formed their own house, for each

Did value different virtues

In the ones they had to teach.

By Gryffindor, the bravest were

Prized far beyond the rest;

For Ravenclaw, the cleverest

Would always be the best;

For Hufflepuff, hard workers were

Most worthy of admission;

And power-hungry Slytherin

Loved those of great ambition.

While still alive they did divide

Their favorites from the throng,

Yet how to pick the worthy ones

When they were dead and gone?

'Twas Gryffindor who found the way,

He whipped me off his head

The founders put some brains in me

So I could choose instead!

Now slip me snug about your ears,

I've never yet been wrong,

I'll have a look inside your mind

And tell where you belong!

The Great Hall rang with applause as the Sorting Hat finished.

"That's not the song it sang when it Sorted us," said Harry, clapping along with everyone else.

"Sings a different one every year," said Neville. "It's got to be a pretty boring life, hasn't it, being a hat? I suppose it spends all year making up the next one."

Professor McGonagall was now unrolling a large scroll of parchment. "When I call out your name, you will put on the hat and sit on the stool," she told the first years. "When the hat announces your House, you will go and sit at the appropriate table. 'Ackerley, Stewart!" And thus the sorting ceremony began.

After the sorting was over the welcoming feast started, and it was grand just like Harry remembered. After everyone finished the Desserts arrived and Harry didn't waste a moment to fill his plates with Trecale Tart, his favourite. When the puddings too had been demolished, and the last crumbs had faded off the plates, leaving them sparkling clean, Albus Dumbledore got to his feet again. The buzz of chatter filling the Hall ceased almost at once, so that only the howling wind and pounding rain could be heard.

"So!" said Dumbledore, smiling around at them all. "Now that we are all fed and watered. I must once more ask for your attention, while I give out a few notices."

"Mr. Filch, the caretaker, has asked me to tell you that the list of objects forbidden inside the castle has this year been extended to include Screaming Yo-yos, Fanged Frisbees, and Ever Bashing Boomerangs. The full list comprises some four hundred and thirty-seven items, I believe, and can be viewed in Mr. Filch's office, if anybody would like to check it."

The corners of Dumbledore's mouth twitched. He continued, "As ever, I would like to remind you all that the forest on the grounds is out-of-bounds to students, as is the village of Hogsmeade to all below third year.

"It is also my painful duty to inform you that the Inter-House Quidditch Cup will not take place this year."

"What?" Harry gasped, this can't happen, he was in his last year of Hogwarts and won't be able to play Quidditch. He looked around at Fred and George, his fellow members of the Quidditch team. They were mouthing soundlessly at Dumbledore, apparently too appalled to speak. Dumbledore went on, "This is due to an event that will be starting in October, and continuing throughout the school year, taking up much of the teachers' time and energy - but I am sure you will all enjoy it immensely. I have great pleasure in announcing that this year at Hogwarts -"

But at that moment, there was a deafening rumble of thunder and the doors of the Great Hall banged open.

A man stood in the doorway, leaning upon a long staff, shrouded in a black traveling cloak. Every head in the Great Hall swivelled toward the stranger, suddenly brightly illuminated by a fork of lightning that flashed across the ceiling. He lowered his hood, shook out a long mane of grizzled, dark grey hair, then began to walk up toward the teachers' table. A dull clunk echoed through the Hall on his every other step. He reached the end of the top table, turned right, and limped heavily toward Dumbledore. Another flash of lightning crossed the ceiling. Hermione gasped.

The lightning had thrown the man's face into sharp relief, and it was a face unlike any Harry had ever seen. It looked as though it had been carved out of weathered wood by someone who had only the vaguest idea of what human faces are supposed to look like, and was none too skilled with a chisel. Every inch of skin seemed to be scarred. The mouth looked like a diagonal gash, and a large chunk of the nose was missing. But it was the man's eyes that made him frightening. One of them was small, dark, and beady. The other was large, round as a coin, and a vivid, electric blue. The blue eye was moving ceaselessly, without blinking, and was rolling up, down, and from side to side, quite independently of the normal eye - and then it rolled right over, pointing into the back of the man's head, so that all they could see was whiteness.

The stranger reached Dumbledore. He stretched out a hand that was as badly scarred as his face, and Dumbhedore shook it, muttering words Harry couldn't hear. He seemed to be making some inquiry of the stranger, who shook his head unsmilingly and replied in an undertone. Dumbledore nodded and gestured the man to the empty seat on his right-hand side.

The stranger sat down, shook his mane of dark gray hair out of his face, pulled a plate of sausages toward him, raised it to what was left of his nose, and sniffed it. He then took a small knife out of his pocket, speared a sausage on the end of it, and began to eat. His normal eye was fixed upon the sausages, but the blue eye was still darting restlessly around in its socket, taking in the Hall and the students.

"May I introduce our new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher?" said Dumbledore brightly into the silence. "Professor Moody."

It was usual for new staff members to be greeted with applause, but none of the staff or students chapped except Dumbledore and Hagrid, who both put their hands together and applauded, but the sound echoed dismally into the silence, and they stopped fairly quickly. Everyone else seemed too transfixed by Moody's bizarre appearance to do more than stare at him.

"So, he is Mad Eye Moody." Harry said looking at the old man with eye patch.

"You know about him?" asked Hermione.

"Not really, no. I just know that he is one of the best Auror and half of the Azkaban is filled due to him." Harry answered back.

Dumbledore cleared his throat.

"As I was saying," he said, smiling at the sea of students before him, all of whom were still gazing transfixed at Mad-Eye Moody, "we are to have the honor of hosting a very exciting event over the coming months, an event that has not been held for over a century. It is my very great pleasure to inform you that the Triwizard Tournament will be taking place at Hogwarts this year."

"You're JOKING!" said Fred Weasley loudly.

The tension that had filled the Hall ever since Moody's arrival suddenly broke. Nearly everyone laughed, and Dumbledore chuckled appreciatively.

"I am not joking, Mr. Weasley," he said, "though now that you mention it, I did hear an excellent one over the summer about a troll, a hag, and a leprechaun who all go into a bar."

Professor McGonagall cleared her throat loudly.

"Er - but maybe this is not the time… no…" said Dumbledore, "where was I? Ah yes, the Triwizard Tournament… well, some of you will not know what this tournament involves, so I hope those who do know will forgive me for giving a short explanation, and allow their attention to wander freely.

"The Triwizard Tournament was first established some seven hundred years ago as a friendly competition between the three largest European schools of wizardry: Hogwarts, Beauxbatons, and Durmstrang. A champion was selected to represent each school, and the three champions competed in three magical tasks. The schools took it in turns to host the tournament once every five years, and it was generally agreed to be a most excellent way of establishing ties between young witches and wizards of different nationalities - until, that is, the death toll mounted so high that the tournament was discontinued."

"Death toll?" Hermione whispered, looking alarmed. But her anxiety did not seem to be shared by the majority of students in the Hall; many of them were whispering excitedly to one another, and Harry himself was far more interested in hearing about the tournament than in worrying about deaths that had happened hundreds of years ago.

"There have been several attempts over the centuries to reinstate the tournament," Dumbledore continued, "none of which has been very successful. However, our own departments of International Magical Cooperation and Magical Games and Sports have decided the time is ripe for another attempt. We have worked hard over the summer to ensure that this time, no champion will find himself or herself in mortal danger.

"The heads of Beauxbatons and Durmstrang will be arriving with their short-listed contenders in October, and the selection of the three champions will take place at Halloween. An impartial judge will decide which students are most worthy to compete for the Triwizard Cup, the glory of their school, and a thousand Galleons personal prize money."

"I'm going for it!" Fred Weasley hissed down the table, his face lit with enthusiasm at the prospect of such glory and riches. He was not the only person who seemed to be visualizing himself as the Hogwarts champion. At every House table, Harry could see people either gazing raptly at Dumbledore, or else whispering fervently to their neighbours. But then Dumbledore spoke again, and the Hall quieted once more.

"Eager though I know all of you will be to bring the Triwizard Cup to Hogwarts," he said, "the heads of the participating schools, along with the Ministry of Magic, have agreed to impose an age restriction on contenders this year. Only students who are of age - that is to say, seventeen years or older - will be allowed to put forward their names for consideration. This" — Dumbledore raised his voice slightly, for several people had made noises of outrage at these words, and the Weasley twins were suddenly looking furious - "is a measure we feel is necessary, given that the tournament tasks will still be difficult and dangerous, whatever precautions we take, and it is highly unlikely that students below sixth and seventh year will be able to cope with them. I will personally be ensuring that no underage student hoodwinks our impartial judge into making them Hogwarts champion." His light blue eyes twinkled as they flickered over Fred's and George's mutinous faces.

"I therefore beg you not to waste your time submitting yourself if you are under seventeen. The delegations from Beauxbatons and Durmstrang will be arriving in October and remaining with us for the greater part of this year. I know that you will all extend every courtesy to our foreign guests while they are with us, and will give your whole-hearted support to the Hogwarts champion when he or she is selected. And now, it is late, and I know how important it is to you all to be alert and rested as you enter your lessons tomorrow morning. Bedtime! Chop chop!"

Dumbledore sat down again and turned to talk to Mad-Eye Moody. There was a great scraping and banging as all the students got to their feet and swarmed toward the double doors into the entrance hall.

Harry smiled, "Looks like this year is going to be very interesting."

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The classes went on like usual with Harry having no trouble in any classes, Snape still hated him so that wasn't new but all in all it was looking good. Harry quickly found himself much ahead of all sixth years so in the middle of October Harry went ahead by a year and joined the seventh year classes. Mad Eye Moody was an unusual teacher but he at least taught something unlike Quirrell or Lockhart. In light of the recent Death Eater attack in Quidditch World Cup. Dumbledore gave Moody permission to tell all fourth year and above about Unforgivables. Moody used the three curses in the class and put every student under 'Imperio' in order to build up resistance against the curse, when Moody tried to use the curse on Harry it didn't do a thing. "Potter, how are you resisting it?"

The Imperio curse worked by effecting the victim's mind but Harry's mind was untouchable, "I am a master of Mind Arts Professor." Moody nodded in understanding and from there started discussing Occlumency and Legilimency.

Finally, a couple of days before Halloween the students from Beauxbatons and Durmstrang arrived. The Beauxbatons party was all female with their headmaster Madam Maxim who was so tall that even Hagrid would have trouble talking with her, one girl in particular had a particular effect on most Hogwart's population as she was a Quarter Veela. The Durmstrang arrived next leaded by their headmaster Karkaroff who was a former Death Eater that was allowed to roam free after he revealed names of many Death Eaters. But the biggest surprise was one Durmstrang student, Victor Krum.

At the Welcoming Feast, Ludo Bagman and Percy Weasley were sitting on the head table with the Professors as Ministry representatives. After the Welcoming feast was over and the golden plates were wiped clean, Dumbledore stood up. A pleasant sort of tension seemed to fill the Hall now. Harry felt a slight thrill of excitement, wondering what was coming. Several seats down from them, Fred and George were leaning forward, staring at Dumbledore with great concentration.

"The moment has come," said Dumbledore, smiling around at the sea of upturned faces. "The Triwizard Tournament is about to start. The casket, if you please, Mr. Filch."

Filch, who had been lurking unnoticed in a far corner of the Hall, now approached Dumbledore carrying a great wooden chest encrusted with jewels. It looked extremely old. A murmur of excited interest rose from the watching students.

"The instructions for the tasks the champions will face this year have already been examined by Mr. Weasley and Mr. Bagman," said Dumbledore as Filch placed the chest carefully on the table before him, "and they have made the necessary arrangements for each challenge. There will be three tasks, spaced throughout the school year, and they will test the champions in many different ways… their magical prowess - their daring - their powers of deduction - and, of course, their ability to cope with danger."

At this last word, the Hall was filled with a silence so absolute that nobody seemed to be breathing.

"As you know, three champions compete in the tournament," Dumbledore went on calmly, "one from each of the participating schools. They will be marked on how well they perform each of the Tournament tasks and the champion with the highest total after task three will win the Triwizard Cup. The champions will be chosen by an impartial selector: The Goblet of Fire."

Dumbledore now took out his wand and tapped three times upon the top of the casket. The lid creaked slowly open. Dumbledore reached inside it and pulled out a large, roughly hewn wooden cup. It would have been entirely unremarkable had it not been full to the brim with dancing blue white flames. Dumbledore closed the casket and placed the goblet carefully on top of it, where it would be clearly visible to everyone in the Hall.

"Anybody wishing to submit themselves as champion must write their name and school clearly upon a slip of parchment and drop it into the goblet," said Dumbledore. "Aspiring champions have twenty-four hours in which to put their names forward. Tomorrow night, Halloween, the goblet will return the names of the three it has judged most worthy to represent their schools. The goblet will be placed in the entrance hall tonight, where it will be freely accessible to all those wishing to compete.

"To ensure that no underage student yields to temptation," said Dumbledore, "I will be drawing an Age Line around the Goblet of Fire once it has been placed in the entrance hall. Nobody under the age of seventeen will be able to cross this line.

"Finally, I wish to impress upon any of you wishing to compete that this tournament is not to be entered into lightly. Once a champion has been selected by the Goblet of Fire, he or she is obliged to see the tournament through to the end. The placing of your name in the goblet constitutes a binding, magical contract. There can be no change of heart once you have become a champion. Please be very sure, therefore, that you are wholeheartedly prepared to play before you drop your name into the goblet. Now, I think it is time for bed. Good night to you all."

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The Students from Beauxbatons and Durmstrang students arrived on Friday and the Harry went to the Flamel Manor on the next day as it was a Weekend. Harry had already completed his Alchemy apprenticeship under Master Flamel but Nicolas had still a lot more to teach than just Alchemy and Harry had no problems in learning. Harry decided to skip the class on Halloween and just like every year he had no plans of attending the Halloween feast, even when it was the day for choosing Triwizard Champions. Unfortunately, Fate had other plans for one Harry Potter.

The Halloween feast seemed to take much longer than usual. Perhaps because it was their second feast in two days. At long last, the golden plates returned to their original spotless state; there was a sharp upswing in the level of noise within the Hall, which died away almost instantly as Dumbledore got to his feet. On either side of him, Professor Karkaroff and Madame Maxime looked as tense and expectant as anyone. Ludo Bagman was beaming and winking at various students while Percy was just sitting there like a monk.

"Well, the goblet is almost ready to make its decision," said Dumbledore. "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."

He took out his wand and gave a great sweeping wave with it; at once, all the candles except those inside the carved pumpkins were extinguished, plunging them into a state of semidarkness. The Goblet of Fire now shone more brightly than anything in the whole Hall, the sparkling bright, bluey-whiteness of the flames almost painful on the eyes. Everyone watched, waiting… A few people kept checking their watches…

The flames inside the goblet turned suddenly red again. Sparks began to fly from it. Next moment, a tongue of flame shot into the air, a charred piece of parchment fluttered out of it - the whole room gasped. Dumbledore caught the piece of parchment and held it at arm's length, so that he could read it by the light of the flames, which had turned back to blue-white. "The champion for Durmstrang," he read, in a strong, clear voice, "will be Viktor Krum." storm of applause and cheering swept the Hall.

"Bravo, Viktor!" boomed Karkaroff, so loudly that everyone could hear him, even over all the applause. "Knew you had it in you!"

The clapping and chatting died down. Now everyone's attention was focused again on the goblet, which, seconds later, turned red once more. A second piece of parchment shot out of it, propelled by the flames.

"The champion for Beauxbatons," said Dumbledore, "is Fleur Delacour!"

Silence fell again, but this time it was a silence so stiff with excitement you could almost taste it. The Hogwarts champion next…

And the Goblet of Fire turned red once more; sparks showered out of it; the tongue of flame shot high into the air, and from its tip Dumbledore pulled the third piece of parchment. "The Hogwarts champion," he called, "is Cedric Diggory!"

Every single Hufflepuff had jumped to his or her feet, screaming and stamping, as Cedric made his way past them, grinning broadly, and headed off toward the head table to stand beside the other two champions. Indeed, the applause for Cedric went on so long that it was some time before Dumbledore could make himself heard again.

"Excellent!" Dumbledore called happily as at last the tumult died down. "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 —"

But Dumbledore suddenly stopped speaking, and it was apparent to everybody what had distracted him. The fire in the goblet had just turned red again. Sparks were flying out of it. A long flame shot suddenly into the air, and borne upon it was another piece of parchment. Automatically, it seemed, Dumbledore reached out a long hand and seized the parchment. He held it out and stared at the name written upon it. There was a long pause, during which Dumbledore stared at the slip in his hands, and everyone in the room stared at Dumbledore. And then Dumbledore cleared his throat and read out - "Harry Potter."

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AN: - A reviewer named DanielHimura pointed out that I am rushing, and he is right. If I take too long to show all of Harry's classes and Hogwarts moments, then it will be a long harry Potter story with just him having mutant abilities. Even though I am an Engineer, I have no idea about MIT classes and its system so I can't write it. I want to finish Hogwarts and go to The X Men and MCU part, Voldemort is just an ant on the scale of things that will come in the future. Hope to see you all in the next chapter, until then Toodles.