The sun was nearly down, and it would soon be time to go. They therefore waited to be sure, and when they saw Durmstrang's pupils leaving their ship and Beaubaton's leaving their coach, they crossed the park and entered the hall. The Narnians where quite impressed by what they could see of Hogwarts, like the moving paintings. Soon enough, Mr. Filch came to invite the Durmstrang boys to enter the great hall. The faces were closed and focused. The tension was slowly rising among the Narnians, and reached its peak when, a few minutes later, Filch came back to invite the girls of Beaubaton. Glozelle offered Hermione his arm, and the others took position in front of them. When Filch came for them, the young gryffindor created a silver, gas-like sphere around them, and they entered the great hall. As they had practised, she then cast a non verbal spell, causing a flash of light, and a first Narnian left the sphere. She did the same thing for the four other Narnians, then for Ed, then for Caspian, and for the four of Cair Paravel. Before leaving the sphere with Glozelle, she applied a shape-shifting spell on herself, like she had done at the quidditch worldcup. When she finally left it, the sphere disappeared. The young woman took position, according to the choreography they had agreed on, and in unison, they put their wand to their chest, and shouted:

"FOR ASLAN!"

Hermione heard the muggle-born whispering. She sent a quick look to her younger version, and hardly held a smile when she saw the gobsmacked look on her face. Glozelle went on to salute the directors, and Dumbledore invited him to join the teachers table. The Narnians settled for Gryffindor's table, and the diner could finally start. Peter had settled in front of Harry, Ron and young Hermione, next to Caspian and Susan. The two wizards filled in their plate without letting their eyes off of the Gentle queen. The young Hermione, as for her, ended up asking the question that was burning her lips.

"Are you proper Narnians? From Narnia?"

"High King Peter, the Magnificent." The young king replied, shaking her hand. "I don't know if I qualify as a "proper" Narnian, though. I'm technically from Finchley."

"Prince Caspian, the tenth." Caspian said, kissing her hand. "Proper Narnian, for your service. And what would be your name?"

"H... Hermione Granger." she replied, impressed.

Peter nearly choked with the wine he was drinking.

"Oh, dear! Are you okay?" She asked.

Caspian gave him a huge tap in the back, laughing.

"Pardon my friend, Miss. This wine might be too strong for him."

This earned him a murderous look from Peter, and young Hermione frowned. Meanwhile, a few sits away on the table, Ginny couldn't keep her eyes off of Ed.

"Your face seems familiar." She said.

Ed, of course, knew who he was talking to. But he couldn't let her know as long as someone could hear him.

"Have I seen you before?" She insisted.

"Maybe in a dream?" he carefully replied.

"A secret dream?"

"Every dream is a secret dream."

She nodded. She understood. They all kept on with their meals, until Dumbledore interrupted it by jingling his glass with his fork.

"Eternal glory..." he started. "This is what awaits the one who wins the three-wizards tournament!"

A whisper grew in the room among Hogwarts pupils. The old wizard waited for silence to come back, and then continued.

"Of course, as I'm sure you understood, for the first time this year, the tournament will take place between four contestants, as a delegation from Narnia's school of magic has honoured us with their presence."

Glozelle gave a light nod.

"Whoever wishes to try his luck will have to submit his name and his school name on a piece of paper to our impartial judge, the goblet of fire. However, putting down your name is not a decision to take lightly. Being chosen by the goblet of fire is a magical bound, and there is no going back. Knowing how difficult and dangerous the tasks of this competition will be, the minister of magical sports, in agreement with the minister of magic, and their respective counterparts, have decided to forbid submission to all wizards under the age of 17."

This time, an uproar rose from the tables. Dumbledore demanded silence.

"Any candidate must submit their name to the goblet before Halloween night."

He ended his talk by more mundane topics, and then it was time to go to bed. The Narnians, having nowhere to sleep, were invited to share Gryffindor's dormitory.