We are sitting at the lake. Ginny groans loudly. "I hate the eighteenth century goblin rebellion." She exclaims loudly. "Three inches!"

"Was that with Ragnuk the first?" Potter asks puzzled. He sits covered by a few bushes. A bit farther Hermione and Greg sit together holding hands. Hermione is reading and Greg is lazily hanging against the tree with his eyes closed.

I roll my eyes. "No, he was the king of the goblins in the eleventh century. He made the sword of Gryffindor."

"We could play quidditch, if I did not have to finish this," Ginny offers innocently.

"Interesting," I say. "Maybe I like seeing you enjoy the delight of the goblin rebellions.." I dig in after a few second. Only because I want to play quidditch. I lean towards her so I can look at her parchment so far. It is blank. I squint my eyes at the paper as if I can't read what she has written and need to be closer to it. I lean against her shoulder. "Well, you haven't come very far without my help, have you?" I teasingly say.

"Oh shut up," she says.

"Albert Boot, first, was minister of magic. In 1747 Urg the Unclean started the goblin rebellion. You know: the usual. Goblins were angry for being treated as second order citizens, not being allowed wands and still angry about Gryffindor's sword being passed on without further payment to its maker or owner. They rioted against discrimination and prejudice and have closed Gringrotts for a hundred and fifty days, after which in 1752 Boot retired and Basil Flack took office. He lasted two months while the goblins sided with the werewolves. Then Hespeatus Gore took over and was more successful. However not before in 1762 Vargot was killed. I think those were the most important things. And just mention blood and gory battles as much as you can, then you've got the idea."

She is hastily scribbling her paper.

"Why do you know all that stuff?" Potter asks surprised.

"I read books, Potter," I say.

"Be nice," Ginny says. "Let us just find some brooms?"

On our way to the broom shed, we walk past Hagrid who takes Potter aside roughly for a few seconds. We get to play two rounds of quidditch: all playing as seeker. One time Ginny wins and one time Potter.

The next day I am talking to Hermione and Greg, Pansy and Cassius, when Potter abruptly storms in. "Dragons- that is the first task."

Cassius looks flabbergasted. "I-, Why are you telling me?"

"Everyone knows," Potter says impatiently. "We have to retrieve something from them."

He looks a bit akwardly at us and then walks away. Hermione stands up. "I should go help in." Greg follows her.

"He is not serious, is he?" Pansy asks with a shrill voice.

Cassius looks a bit pale. "I think so, but I will be fine. I entered myself didn't I?"

Later that day we are sitting in the middle of heaps of spell books along with Cassius, Pansy, Vince and Theo. Most spells that are effective against dragons are very advanced. I feel bad. Maybe I should not have dared him to enter the tournament. "You know," Pansy huffs. "It would be so much easier if dragons did not breathe fire, I mean whatever you have to retrieve you could just accio, so you probably don't have to be flattened."

"Maybe we could prank it? To distract it," I propose. "Instead of taking it out. Those spells are easier and since they do not have to harm the dragons it would not need to be super strong?"

"Prank it?" Pansy says a bit hesitantly.

"Like a bat-boogey hex, you mean?" Ginny offers as she walks past, chattering happily with Astoria.

Pansy huffs. "I do not want my boyfriend toasted! It will sprout off fire into every direction."

"Maybe we could make its teeth grow so it can no longer sprout of fire with desaugeo?"

Pansy shrieks: "And give it sharp teeth to snap him in two like a twig."

Okay maybe not the best idea. "You could conjure birds so it does not target you with avis? Or use a cracker jinx?"

"Dragons are smart creatures. It won't be fooled by something like that," Pansy huffs. She is getting impatient as she visibly grows more nervous. "He is not fighting a damn troll."

"Or maybe..