Chapter thirty-six
Only one can go in
Leslie p.o.v
"Yes!" I cheered as another classmate threw his name in. Did I know him? Of course not. But they had half and hour until dinner. Then a champion would be selected.
"Did you do it Leslie?" Lexi asked, having only put her name in hours ago. I shook my head
"Lae can't and it would be unfair of me to even ask," I told her. She nodded.
"I wonder who they'll pick," Lexi mused. I shrugged.
"Dunno, aren't you glad that you don't look like a second year like you would've if Dumbledore didn't make you age like them?" I asked pointing to a few stray humans. Lexi nodded.
"Actually, when I look 15, I freeze. Forever," said. I nodded. I too was frozen with a physical maturity of 15.
"At least you won't be alone. Your stuck with me for all eternity," I smirked. She smiled and sat down beside me, wrapping her arms around me.
"I can think of worse people. Now come on, we need to see the winner." We went to the great hall, bringing our own dinner (blood pops) with us. While we were done in like twenty minutes, the rest took ages. Finally the food disappeared and Dumbledore stood.
"Now for the moment you've all been waiting for. The Champions!" Dumbledore paused as the goblet turned red and coughed up a piece of parchment.
"The Beauxbatons champion is Lillian Johansen!" he announced. A tall dark haired sixth year stood with a smile and shook Dumbledore's hand, before going into the next room. Once again the goblet lit up and coughed up a name.
"The Drumstrang champion…is Nico Karkaroff!" he yelled. Nico stood up and copied Lillian's actions. Why did Hogwarts have to be last? Finally the cup lit up and gave one last name.
"And the Hogwarts champion…"