Chapter 60
Early in the morning, a livid Ronald Weasley was working outside, degnoming the garden with his bare hands, all the while grumbling about how unfair it was that he was being punished. The moment after he was brought home by the deputy headmistress, the woman explained to his mother that he was being suspended from school, among a few others. His mother argued about what he could have done to deserve such a punishment. Finally, the woman explained why he was being punished, and after twenty minutes, Septima left the house, though not before hearing Molly scolding her son at the top of her lungs. While Septima was walking away, she cast an ear buzzing charm to protect her ears from the overweight housewife screeching.
Needless to say, Molly was less than pleased with her son, and Ron was certain that he nearly lost his hearing. Two hours of scolding later, Dumbledore came by, and Molly practically demanded that he overturn her son's punishment, but he denied her. Saying that, he had little choice in the matter as Potter and the rest of the students wanted him removed from his post as headmaster. Dumbledore stayed behind for an hour talking with his mother before leaving once he closed the door behind him. Molly continued yelling at her son, and when she was done, she sent him to his room. Later that day, when his father came home, he was told why their youngest son was home.
When Ron came down, his parents told him that he would be grounded for the duration of the summer and given several chores to complete. All his possessions were taken away. Ron no longer had his quidditch magazines, no chess set, no nothing. The only thing for him to do was chores and help his mother out whenever she needed to. Throwing another gnome away, he silently cursed Harry Potter with every fiber of his being as he was convinced that Potter was the bane of his existence. To him, it wasn't fair. All he and Hermione did was steal from Snape and go into snakes' common room. It still pissed him off that he was being punished because it wasn't like any of those Slytherins were important. They were all dark wizards and witches in training.
At Hogwarts, classes were going on, with many of the students tired and wishing for their professors to let them out. For the most part, classes passed by dreadfully slow in their opinions as they wondered when they would finally end. Finally, when the last bell rang for the day, most of the students raced out of their classrooms—all except for Harry, who was on the quidditch pitch with Nakao.
For the past four hours, they have been locked in a furious duel. They were incensed after the Magus council received word that one of their own was being forced into the Tri-wizard tournament. Quickly dispatching the boy's dueling instructor and assigning him to make sure the boy was prepared. As such, Nakao intensified Harry's training and was certainly putting the boy through his paces. To say that Harry was exhausted and sore would be an understatement as he had to push through his teacher's spells. His entire body was littered with cuts, bruises, and he was bleeding in multiple places.
Nakao was extremely impressed with how far the child had come as he had to try and defeat him. Already, he was using at least 45-50% of his real power. Most people would have surrendered from the intense duel, but not Potter as the child was determined to see it through to the end. He remembered the boy's grandfather, for he was a high-ranking member of their order and extremely powerful. There was no question that Harry was a lot more like his grandfather than his father. While James was skilled in combat, his level of magic was not on the same level as Charlus's. Truth to tell, when Nakao heard how the man's son was chosen to become a Magus, he thought that to be a mistake. While James did have potential, he hardly trained enough.
Harry, on the other hand, had more power and skill than his father did. He certainly had the ambition and resolve of a warrior. Blocking the boy's fire comet spell, Nakao had to take a step back and put more power into his shield. That was no regular fire comet as it was a more powerful version of it. Deciding to end things, he used a fiery red and purple energy orb spell and sent it at the boy.
Seeing the attack coming, Harry conjured the shield he created and sent it back faster and more powerful than before. Then followed it up with the mage blast. All the while ignoring the pain of his depleted body as he was heavily panting, attempting to catch his breath, then and he could barely move anymore. Nakao was momentarily shocked at what the boy did but quickly composed himself and dodged his attacks.
A smile then appeared on his face. "This child has a lot of untapped power," he mentally said to himself. "Let's see if Potter has what it takes to make it through this attack." Then he waved his wand in a new pattern channeling 80% of his magic. Next, he fired a red-orange energy ball that looked like a miniaturized version of the sun. Finally, the spell rocketed towards the exhausted boy.
Harry was at his limit as every muscle in his body ached. He could barely move as his legs felt like they were made of jelly. Then, just as when he thought that he was done for, his eyes and entire body glowed green, and he released a massive war cry, and the magic within him came rushing out, consuming him and the energy orb. The next minute a massive explosion occurred, creating a lot of smoke and a large crater in the ground. Nakao waved his wand to vanish the smoke only to be greeted by a startling surprise.
The entire quidditch pitch was mostly destroyed, and in front of him was a massive crater with a heavily panting Hadrian Potter, who was now completely topless with his pants torn, revealing all the wounds he got during their session. Just as the boy was about to take a step forward, he collapsed on the ground. Nakao was so shocked that he found it hard to even move forward. What he saw was indescribable as Potter released a large burst of magic that obliterated his attack. Snapping back into reality, he raced forward to check on the lad who the gods were looking over.
"What was that?" trying to wrap his mind around what had just happened. "Is he alive?"
Byakko gave a scathing glare and looked moments away from attacking the man. Suzaku, however, intervened. "Thank Merlin, he's still alive," releasing a breath before resuming. "As to what happened, I don't know! However, I do have a theory. Your last attack would have likely killed him had it made contact," glaring at the mortal.
"I can only summarize that Hadrian's magic wrapped itself around his person to protect him, though he will need some medical attention." He then looked at his longtime friend. "I never would have guessed that the boy was capable of such magic. Sure, I know he's powerful, but I've never seen anyone else release that amount of magic before."
"We can discuss this later," Byakko's only concern at the moment was the boy lying face down. "Right now, our concern is Hadrian."
Nakao "let me help," throwing the boy over his shoulder, and grabbed one of the Vermillion bird's tail feathers as it hopped on the tiger's head. The next thing he knew, they were flamed away.
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Daphne and Emily were locked in a duel to see who was better in the room of requirement. Daphne was incredibly surprised by how skilled and powerful the younger girl was, and she dueled Kawada. Luckily, they were being supervised by both Arcturus and Severus, who were evaluating their progress. The latter silently admitted how far his snake came from her first year. Harry did a good job training her. He would need to speak with Cyrus about the matter later.
"Alright, that's enough," Severus clapped his hands together, bringing the duel to a stop. "I must say the two of you are growing in your power. However, there is still room for improvement. Your attacks may have been lethal, but they lacked the proper intent, which would normally do you well if you're dueling someone for sport or games. But in a life-or-death situation, you will surely lose as your opponents will be able to see through your attacks and exploit them. There is also the fact that you're letting your magic leak out with every attack. You need to learn to keep them in your bodies. That way, you will be able to maximize them more effectively."
He would have continued, but the arrival of the two gods, along with Nakao holding an unconscious Harry, appeared in the room. His face quickly became unreadable, yet his black eyes were set ablaze as he made his way to the man. "Care to tell me why Hadrian is in such a state," it wasn't a question as Nakao put the boy on the couch.
"Later," Suzaku replied. "Right now, this one needs some medical attention." The room reacted to his wish and produced a healing chamber.
Severus waved his hand over Harry's body, levitating him to the chamber. Opening the door, he gently placed him inside, adding the bubblehead charm and the potion before closing the door. He watched as the potion started to rise until it filled up. Not a second later, he was accompanied by Emily and Daphne, who were shocked to stillness at seeing the state Harry was in.
Meanwhile, Arcturus was malevolently glaring at his nephew's dueling teacher and looked moments away from attacking him. "What the fuck did you do?"
Nakao spent the next fifteen minutes explaining the duel he and Harry had. Finally, he explained the last part, and the occupants of the room were positively shell-shocked at hearing what Harry did. "Honestly, I don't know what happened, but it's clear that Potter has a lot of untapped magic at his disposal. I also know that calling him a boy would be a grave insult as he has the will of a demon. Potter is so much like his grandfather! I will have to speak with the council about this."
"Just get out of here," Arcturus snarled. Nakao took a portkey out from his pocket, and the next moment he popped away. "Damn bastard," gritting through his teeth before whirling around to the others. "How long do you think he'll be in there?"
Byakko gave a low roar "hard to say. The amount of magic he used plus his injuries. I say he's lucky to still be in one piece."
Daphne was silently wondering how intense Harry's training session was, but judging by the state he was currently in. She could only assume that it was like fighting a war. While she understood why he needed to push himself, that didn't mean she had to like it. If Daphne had to make an accurate guess, Harry's power far exceeded the Aurors in the Ministry. When compared to the dueling levels of others. He was probably a master by their standards. She only hoped that it would be enough for him to take both Dumbledore and Voldemort down for good. The voice of Lord Black pulled her out of her thoughts.
"Let me know when he's fully healed and wakes up," Arcturus grunted. "There's something I need to discuss with Hadrian."
"Don't worry, we'll let you know," Emily replied. Arcturus gave her a nod before stepping into the fireplace and flooing home. She then asked Severus, "how long do you think it'll be before he regains consciousness?"
"Who knows I'm not a healer, but given Harry's resilient nature and reluctance to stay down. I can only summarize that he'll be out of it for the rest of the day," he coolly stated. "If you ladies excuse me, I need to speak with Alex and Jack" sweeping out of the room with his robe s bellowing for effect, he exited through the door.
As the girls sat on the couch, Iroh materialized out of Daphne's shadow and rested his head on her lap. Daphne unconsciously scratched behind her familiar's ear. "Um, Byakko, Suzaku, can I ask you guys something?"
The two gods gave her a nod.
"What do you think Harry's chances are for the first task?"
Byakko and Suzaku looked at each other like they were sharing a silent conversation. Then, after a few minutes, Byakko responded. "I think Harry has a good chance of winning," he honestly said. "Given the way he's been working, he should be fine."
Daphne let out a breath then turned her attention to the vat. When the color changed, the potion started reducing. Rising from her seat, she opened the door to catch him. Taking her wand out, she waved it to make him levitate. "I'll take him to his room," when no one voiced an objection, she levitated Harry's unconscious form up the stairs to his room. Opening the door, she carefully maneuvered him to the four-poster bed, where she carefully placed him on top of the blanket. Returning her wand to its holster, she went back downstairs to resume her seat on the couch.
Emily and Daphne spent the rest of their time wondering what Harry's plan was for the first task. He didn't tell them anything about what he was doing. The task was only five days away.
When it became time for dinner, they met the others in the great hall, where they sat at the Hufflepuff table. Emily called a house elf and requested that he bring her brother and the other something to eat as she figured they might be hungry. Unfortunately, halfway through dinner Professor Moody approached them as they were eating.
"Ms. Stevenson, where is your brother at?" he asked in a gruff voice.
Emily made sure to choose her words carefully. "Harry is currently resting, professor; today's training session took a lot out of him."
Moody narrowed his eye at her "very well! Next time you see Potter, tell him that I want to talk to him in my classroom," he said before leaving the great hall.
"Why do you think he wants to talk to Harry?" Nicole asked. "I mean, ever since it was announced that he was a champion, he hasn't been attending classes."
"Nicole's right," Tracey chimed in. "He's almost always near the black lake, the library, or the quidditch pitch." She made sure not to mention the room of requirement or the chamber of secrets.
Emily shrugged her shoulders. "I don't know. It might have something to do with either the first task or the destruction of the quidditch pitch."
"Harry's the one who'd been destroying the quidditch pitch," Cedric exclaimed.
"Technically, it's him and his dueling instructor," she corrected.
"Damn," he said, aghast as he could only imagine what spells they've been using. "I swear the few times I've gone over there; the pitch always looks like the aftermath of a warzone." The sixth-year badger couldn't believe that it was Harry who was tearing the pitch up.
Blaise started laughing "that's Harry, alright." The attention was now on him as the others were waiting for him to continue. "It would probably be better if Hogwarts had dueling stadium so Madam Hooch and the other professors wouldn't have to keep fixing it."
Adrian was the next to speak. "I pity anyone foolish enough to try and cross Harry."
"You and me both," Aaron commented, shuddering at the thought of dueling him. "You guys should also know that Malfoy and Flint created some badges that said support Cedric Diggory the real Hogwarts champion."
"What's the matter with that," Lilith enquired with a confused expression.
Aaron continued, "the badges are also charmed to say, 'Potter stinks!'
"What," some of them exclaimed.
"He's not wrong. Some of the members of Hufflepuff are also wearing the badges, even when I told them not to," Cedric jabbed a thumb to the left. At the end of the table was a group of badgers who were wearing the buttons.
Emily groaned. "I swear those idiots are pathetic."
"You'll get no argument from me," Daphne was equally as angry as her. "Slytherin is supposed to be ambitious and cunning, not babies who go running to their daddies the moment something doesn't go their way. Pathetic cowards!"
She was silently wondering what she could do to them.
Back in the room of requirement, Harry woke up with a headache. It only took a minute for him to realize that he was in his room. "Motherfucker," he muttered before going to a drawer and pulling out a white V-neck. Then, quickly putting it on, he went downstairs to find Byakko and Suzaku eating by the fire. "Hey, guys, how's it going?"
"Morning sleeping beauty," Suzaku trilled in relief at seeing the boy awake. "How are you feeling?"
"I feel like I've been run over by the Hogwarts express multiple times," he groaned, taking a seat on the couch, massaging his temples. "What happened to me? The last thing I remember was that I was dueling with Nakao. Damn, my head hurts." Almost instantly, a headache potion appeared on the table before him. Grabbing the vial, he downed the contents.
Byakko trotted over "what is the last thing you remember?" Hopping on the couch next to him.
Harry started to recall the duel. "I remember that we were in the final stage of the duel that I deflected his attack back at him. My entire body felt like it was made of jelly, and when he used a red-orange energy orb, I thought I was a goner. The nothing!"
"I'm not at all surprised you don't remember," Byakko began. "The meat bag's attack would have finished any normal person off."
"Then how am I still alive?"
"Your magic saved you," Suzaku flew over to the arm of the couch. "What were your thought and feelings as the spell neared you?"
Bits and pieces were coming back to his mind. "The only thing I had on my mind at the time was that I wanted to survive and protect the people that were close to me. Then I suddenly felt a rush of adrenaline after that nothing. After that, I just blacked out."
"That tends to happen when your magic kicks in." Seeing the confused look on Harry's face, he explained further. "You see that adrenaline you felt was your spirit telling you to move forward. Remember that a person's spirit and will are the strongest source of magic, and you are only beginning to discover the true extent of your powers. What happened on the pitch was a clear example of how much magic you still haven't tapped yet."
Byakko soon took over "what Suzaku is trying to say is that your powers will one day make you the strongest wizard to have ever lived. I believe your magic is trying to tell you that it is ready for the next level. However, I suggest you eat something as you ought to be hungry."
Nodding his head, Harry found a plate of food on the table and dug in. After finishing the last of his dinner, he placed a call to his uncle Arcturus. When the face of his uncle appeared, the two began talking about the first task. The aged man said that his latest device was working like a charm and that it'd been tested on a multitude of different creatures. He then sent Darwin to deliver it to Harry, which the elf happily did bring a box with him. Harry accepted the box and opened it. A smile appeared on his face as he pulled out a black cube. The cube wasn't small, nor was it big. It was just right. Thanking his uncle, he cut the communications off and sat back down while looking over his latest creation. The runes and enchantments built into it will undoubtedly come in handy during the first task.
Later that evening, his friends came in to see if he was awake, only to find him talking with Byakko. They each took a seat on the couch, or the room provided them their own. Harry told them his plan for the first task and showed them what he'd been working on. Blaise tried to ask what the cube did, but Harry only smiled and told him it would be a surprise. Try as they might, but he was adamant about them waiting till the tournament. Seeing they weren't going to get any information out of him, Emily decided to change the conversation.
"You should know that Malfoy and Flint created buttons," she began and told him what they said before morphing into something else. "How do you want to handle them?"
Harry groaned and pinched the bridges of his nose "it appears that Flint has reduced himself to behaving like a child. Poor dumbass has no clue what he's in for," contemplating his thoughts. A smirk then appeared on his face. "I think I have an idea of how I'm going to deal with Cousin Draco," his smirk morphed into an evil grin.
The others just looked at one another, wondering what it was that he had in store for the idiots.
Daphne decided to change the conversation "during dinner today. Professor Moody came by wondering where you were," she explained.
"What did he want?"
She shrugged her shoulders. "I don't know. But he said he wanted to talk to you tomorrow," Daphne replied with a grin. "It might have something to do with the first task."
"Probably," wondering if he should meet the man. Over the past few weeks, he'd been getting some bad vibes from the man. His magical aura was laced with pure darkness, and he occasionally licked his lips. "I'll see what he wants."
Emily saw the look of uneasiness on his face and instantly knew that he had misgivings about something. "You'll be okay, right," giving a warm smile even though she was concerned. As much as she would like to push the issue about what he was thinking, she chose not to. For she knew that he wouldn't be concerned about something if it weren't important.
"Of course, Shizuku," affectionately rubbing her head.
They spent the rest of the night in the room of requirement before returning to their common rooms. Harry asked Emily to stay back for a while. He told her his plan for the first task. After that, he called some of the house elves and requested that they feed the creatures once they got here.
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The next day was quite entertaining as Draco and Flint tried to make Harry look bad with their buttons, but it backfired as the former was turned into a ferret after he tried to attack Harry when his back was turned and was made to bounce. Flint received a few punches to the face, a kick to the groin, and had the left side of his face brushed against a tree, leaving some deep cuts on the side of his face. Unfortunately, though, all good things ended when Professors McGonagall and Vector came bustling over. The stern transfiguration professor whipped her wand out and gave it a gentle wave turning the ferret back into a highly embarrassed Draco. She forcefully explained to the grizzled man that Professors were not supposed to use transfiguration on a student and report it to their head of houses. On the good side, since Professor Vector was acting Headmistress, she could discipline the students from Slytherin.
Together Flint and Malfoy had lost three hundred points and were given detentions for the next two months. The people who were wearing the buttons they made immediately earned a month of detention and lost their houses thirty points each. Parkinson tried to defend her boyfriend but didn't get far as she was struck by lightning and punched a few times in the stomach, courtesy of Harry. The raven-haired boy narrowed his eyes and placed his foot on her head, making the pug-faced girl scream in pain.
"Tell me bitch anything funny about this," applying more pressure to her head. With the increase of pressure, the more Pansy screamed in pain, and tears started coming down her eyes.
"Mr. Potter, please stop harming Ms. Parkinson," McGonagall ordered. "I understand you're angry at them, but this is not the way." She fully understood his anger, for if she were younger, she'd be equally as angry and want some payback. "Let her go," putting more force in her voice.
Harry flared his nostril before removing his foot from her head. Pansy tried to get back up but ended up getting knocked out due to a swift kick in the face that not only broke her nose but a few teeth. Then, he grabbed Draco by the throat and slammed him against the tree in a swift motion.
"Mr. Potter, what are you doing?" Professor Vector asked in a surprised voice.
"I got this, so back off," not taking his eyes off his cousin. "Now, Draco, you're going to listen to me. Up till now, I have tolerated your childish behavior and antics, but that ends now. Here's what's going to happen you're going to keep your head down, leave me and the others alone for the rest of the school year. You're going to grow up and act your age. Because if you don't, then you will regret it for your very short life. Are we clear?" the fire in his eyes showed that he meant it. Draco nodded his head, completely scared. "Just so you know, your mother will be hearing about this matter. I also have a message for that whore of yours," gesturing to the unconscious Pansy Parkinson.
"Tell her that if she doesn't stop annoying or attacking me, then her entire family will become extinct, and I will make her watch. I will not hesitate, nor will I show any mercy. They will all die in front of her. That's a promise." Draco pissed and shit himself as he was positively terrified. He fervently nodded his head. "Now go," letting him slide down the tree.
Draco and his friends ran as fast as they could to try and getaway. Two others left to take Parkinson to the hospital wing. Even the troll seventh-year beat a hasty retreat.
Moody soon burst out laughing. "Damn, Potter, you are vicious. I can see why Lord Black and his sister like you so much. You don't take shite from anyone."
Ignoring what the former Auror said, Harry looked at him from the corner of his eye. "What did you need to see me about," wanting to get back to his project. Hopefully, the meeting will go by quickly.
"Follow me," Alastor licked his lips and escorted Potter to his office.
It didn't take long for them to arrive at the office though Harry was prepared for anything; something was off about the man. His magical aura was completely different and reeked of evil. Entering the room, they took their seats. Alastor waved his wand to close the door and took a seat. He then began explaining the first task on how he would have to face some of the most dangerous creatures. Harry, of course, already knew what to expect but remained quiet. "You will need to play to your strengths, Potter."
"Don't worry, Professor, I already know how to deal with the first task," was all he said before leaving.
As days passed, Harry did everything to avoid the old man whenever he got near him. It would always send a shiver down his spine. Pretty soon, the 24th of November came and told the champions to report to the tent near the quidditch pitch. Headmaster Yoshi arrived the day before as he was there representing Hadrian as a member of Mahoutokoro. The Japanese headmaster was in a sour mood when he heard what his student would be up against. However, he kept his composure and sat with the other headmaster/headmistress.
In the tent, the four champions were reviewing their plans for the first task. Cedric was moaning about how the judges destroyed the pitch. Viktor was in the corner looking equally upset that the field was destroyed but focused on his strategy. Fleur was nervously pacing around as she was contemplating what to do. Harry sat on a bedspread in deep meditation. If he was going to be in this tournament, he would show the people of Magical Britain and other magical settlements who he was. There was no way that he was going to die.
An hour later, Rita Skeeter came into the tent wearing that horrible perfume of her with her cameraman behind her. The bug-eyed woman noticed Harry was in deep meditation and came over. "Oh, Harry dear, I was hoping to get a quick word from you about the first task. What are your thoughts about it?" she asked in a sickeningly sweet voice.
Opening his eyes, he regarded the woman with disdain. "What the fuck you doing here bitch? This tent is reserved for champions, not for filthy cunts who only writes lies."
Rita cringed at what the boy called her. "I was hoping to get a word from you about the task. It can't be easy for a person of your stature to be in the tournament." She attempted to keep her voice pleasant.
Harry stood up "yeah, I got a word for you," he said, looking down at her. "You have about ten seconds to get out of here before you lose your hands."
He attempted to move away from her, but the camera guy grabbed the sleeve of his shirt. "Mr. Potter, you will stay and give an interview to miss. Skeeter or," he didn't get to finish as he received a punch in the face breaking his nose. Harry took the film out of the camera and set the footage on fire, destroying it.
"Just so we're crystal clear, I do not take orders from anybody and will not be giving this ugly trollop an interview," narrowing his eyes at the man. "Also, if you grab me like that again, I will introduce you to new forms of pain." Harry then set Rita's notebook and quill on fire.
Cedric then stepped in "miss. Skeeter, if you value your job and or life, then you'd leave now."
"Da. You are not welcome here," Viktor said with force in his voice. "Now you can leave peacefully, or we throw you out. The choice is yours."
Rita didn't like the fact of being dismissed by anyone and stood her ground. "I will not leave as I have a job to do."
Viktor caught Harry's eye, giving him the same look brandishing his wand. He blasted the annoying bitch out the tent, where she landed in front of the judges who were coming in. Harry soon took his wand out, cast his Patronus, and sent it to Mrs. Schwarber, telling her to go after Cuffe because Skeeter was harassing him and the others. Quickly he conjured another one, this time sending it to Lord Black explaining the situation. Fear quickly washed over Rita's camera guy, and he attempted to leave but got a kick in the groin from Cedric and was banished out of the room by Viktor.
"What is going on in here," Crouch demanded, stepping in the tent with the other judges and his assistant Percy.
Harry crossed his arms around his chest "that filthy bug-eyed bitch Skeeter and her cameraman got a much-deserved arse whooping. Now, how about you stop wasting our time so that we can get this show on the road," he said in a bored tone.
The judges, except for Yoshi, looked at him with shocked expressions on their faces. Crouch then regained himself. "I would first like to begin by saying that the Tri-wizard tournament is being streamed all over the world via crystals so everyone can watch. The first task has two parts. Weatherby the bag, please," looking at Percy, who cringed that his boss still didn't get his name right. Pushing his frustration down, he handed him the bag. "This bag holds a collection of magical creatures collected from around the world. Please keep in mind that these are miniature versions of the creatures you will have to face. Each of them has a number to determine which order you will enter the stadium. Without further ado, let's begin with Ms. Delacour."
Fleur cautiously reached into the bag until she grabbed her animal. She pulled her hand out to reveal a Graphorn and a number 3.
"A Class- XXXX creature, good luck," Barty said before holding the bag to Viktor.
He pulled out a chimera, and his number was 2.
Then it was Cedric's turn; he pulled out a wampus cat with the number 4 on it.
Finally, it was Harry's turn who mentally groaned and started cursing in several different languages as he knew what the only creature had left in the bag. Reaching inside the bag, he pulled out a manticore with the number 1. "Motherfucker," mumbling to himself, which didn't go unnoticed by the judges who saw the look of displeasure on his face.
Crouch visibly and silently prayed that Potter survived as he didn't want to endure anything from Lord Black. He was already as white as a bedsheet. Clearing his throat, "these creatures are protecting a chest filled with different monetary values. Your objectives are to retrieve them the best way you can."
He took a step away from the Potter boy. The boy may have been an inch or two taller than him, but the power in his eyes made him shiver. "Mr. Potter, at the sound of the cannon, you will enter the stadium. We begin in twenty minutes," said he and the others left the tent.
Yoshi mouthed 'good luck to him before following the others.
"Good luck Harry," Cedric said as he conjured a chair for himself. Harry gave him a curt nod.
Up in the stands, Emily and the others were sitting next to her parents, Sirius, Amelia, and Cassiopeia. Everyone seemed on edge as the first part of the task was about to start. Emily was silently praying that Harry's plan would work; the only thing keeping her from attacking Crouch and Bagman was the fact that her parents were present. Turning her head, she saw Sirius biting his nails, looking almost as nervous as her. Another good thing was that Arcturus was in the stands with the judges waiting for things to begin.
Cassiopeia saw the nervous look on Sirius's face "stay calm, relax."
Sirius jumped in his seat and looked at her. "How am I supposed to relax when Harry is going to be facing some of the most dangerous creatures in the magical world? This is madness. Furthermore, how can you sit there all calm aren't you worried about him?"
Cassie grinned at her nephew "it's because I have faith in him," she pointedly stated. "Remember that boy is the most tenacious and ruthless person I have ever met in my life. He will not go down without a fight." Then, she quickly turned her attention to Emily. "Do you have what he requested?"
Emily pulled out her brother's watch. "Everything is set."
Meanwhile, Daphne looked equally as nervous as she silently wished Harry got a class- XXXX creature instead of a class- XXXX. Tracey saw how nervous she was and placed a comforting arm around her. Don't worry. Harry will be fine. There's no way the judges would allow anyone to die in this tournament. Right? Right?" she looked around at the others.
Before Daphne could respond, Bagman's magically amplified voice was heard explaining the first task. After twenty minutes of explanation, the sound of the cannon let everyone know that the tournament had begun.
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Upon hearing the sound of the cannon, Harry took a breath and walked toward the entrance of the stadium. Stopping just before setting foot inside, he saw that the pitch looked more like a coliseum. The students and professors sat high up in the stands looking down at the rocky terrain. Using his elemental sight, he saw that several wards were around covering the stadium. Mentally smirking, he figured that Professor Babbling had something to do with it. Looking forward, he saw two manticores on the field, looking both dangerous and hungry as they circled the treasure chest as if it was their child.
"Ladies and Gentlemen representing the school of Mahoutokoro in Magical Japan is Hadrian Potter," the crowd applauded as they saw Potter near the entrance. "Let's see if Mr. Potter has what it takes to retrieve his chest as getting past a manticore, let alone two of them, will not be easy. Moreover, it would seem as if he drew the wrong creature. Anyway, things should be amusing, don't you think?"
Through his monologuing, Bagman felt a rush of cold move down his spine. Looking over his shoulder, he saw that Lord Black was livid and was only seconds from cursing him into the next century. He was silently hoping that the boy survived as his life was on the line. Then, turning his attention back to the field, he saw that Potter was only surveying the area.
"Mr. Potter, you may begin."
Harry brandished his wand and gave it a wave. "Accio my watch," he mentally said. His watch immediately left his sister's hand, and he put it on his wrist. Jumping forward, he walked forward without any traces of fear. Unfortunately, so did the manticores, who looked moments away from attacking him. Finally, the one on the right spoke.
"Two legger, you are pretty bold stepping into this tournament," raising its stinger-like tail. "Though I commend your bravery. If you wish to proceed, then you will have to get past the two of us, and that won't happen without a fight."
"Please listen to me," Harry began. "I know the two of you were brought here against your will. Believe me. I know what it's like to be forced to do something against your wills. The absolute last thing I want to do is cause you and your companion any harm. That is why I ask that you let me pass."
"You have a lot of spirit, boy," the same manticore said, smelling the boy. "I can see that you have a lot of power coming from you. You are very different from the two leggers who brought us here."
"Show some respect," the other manticore came forward. "Open your eyes, fool. This is he, our protector. It is a true honor to be in the presence of the Protector of magic."
The manticore called Shaze was startled at what his companion said and immediately bowed his head. "My lord, please forgive me; I meant no disrespect," turning to his left. "Huriazmand, it is him. The bearer of the gods."
Harry didn't see this coming, quickly composing himself. "Huriazmand, Shaze, there is no need for formalities. Are the two of you perhaps hungry?" the two nodded their heads. "Then allow me waving his wand "Accio two bison steaks," from the school's kitchen, two bison steaks came rushing toward him. He waved his wand a few more times, making them bigger and adding an aroma that made them more appealing.
The manticores were looking at the enlarged steaks with hunger clearly in their eyes. Harry raised a hand "hold on, you two," reaching into his watch, he pulled out the same black cube he'd been working on. "I promise that this will cause neither of you any harm," throwing the cube to them. Everyone watched as the cube became bigger and engulfed both the manticores before shrinking into a two-handed cube. The two didn't feel any pain and soon began eating their meats.
Harry, in the meantime, strolled over to the chest; waving his wand, he levitated it in the air and began walking back to the tent with the cube that housed the two manticores. Most of the people in the stands were gaping likes fishes out of water. Then, up in the judge's stand, Barty stood up and added the sonorous charm to his voice. "Ladies and gentlemen, did you see that Mr. Potter not only retrieved his chest in a short amount of time, he also didn't suffer any injuries. My word, that boy is smart. And what was that black cube? Whatever that device is, it will greatly benefit the people who are supposed to subdue the most dangerous creatures."
"Judges give your scores." Crouch shot out a ribbon that transformed into a 10. Bagman: 10. Yoshi: 10. Septima: 10. Maxine: 10. Igor: 6. "Ladies and gentlemen, Mr. Potter has scored 56 points." The crowd soon jeered and clapped at what Harry scored. The loudest came from Sirius, who was clapping so hard that his hands were red. The second loudest came from Emily and Daphne, though the former had tears of joy threatening to come out of her eyes.
In the champions' tent, the others saw Harry walking in completely unscathed. with his chest and a cube with the manticores inside. They couldn't even utter a word as he sat down in a chair and opened the chest with the unlocking charm. Lifting the lid, he saw two large bags and a note. He reached in and quickly read the note. "These bastards have fucked me over. I face two manticores, and all I get is 2,500 thousand galleons," he exclaimed.
His outburst brought them back to reality, with Cedric being the first to speak. "How the hell do you not have a scratch," exclaimed while looking him over.
Harry lifted his head and smiled at them. "Simple. I had a strategy that worked better than expected. Say hello to Shaze and Huriazmand," indicating to the manticores in the cube.
The three seventeen-year-olds stared in amazement at the two manticores sitting in the cube. They, too, were completely unharmed and looked moments away from falling asleep.
"What is this contraption?" Viktor asked with his eyes still wide.
"Just a little something I created for the task," he answered. "I'll explain how it works after the first task is done."
The moment he finished talking, the cannon went out, and Bagman called Viktor Krum to come out. One by one, they all went to face their creatures and recover their treasure chests. Though they didn't come back unscathed, Viktor received a few burns that destroyed part of his uniform from the chimera and was awarded 53 points. Fleur received 51 points as she had trouble getting past the Graphorn. Say what you want about them, but they can be dangerous and very brutal when angered. Luckily for her, the Graphorn she faced was a male, as females were by far the most dangerous. Part of Fleur's outfit was torn, and she got a few scratches on her body. Finally, it was Cedric's turn. The sixth-year badger thought he was going to have it easy against a wampus cat but found it to be the opposite as the creature was not only hungry but very pissed. Given the way it looked at Cedric, people instantly knew it was hungry.
Even though Cedric came back, he had a lot of claw cuts on his body and looked moments away from passing out. Harry quickly caught and helped him to an open bed for Madam Pomfrey to heal him. The judges gave him a score of 50. Thirty minutes later, after being healed and looking in their chests to see what they got. The three were completely baffled at what their prizes were. Cedric got 1,500. Viktor was given 2,200. Fleur's chest held 2,000. Like Harry, they were equally as mad as they'd just risked their lives only to receive a small amount of money. The silver-blonde Beauxbaton girl cursed in rapid French about how unfair this tournament was. A couple of minutes later, the delegates came in to see the champions' angry expressions.
"Mr. Potter, what was that device you used," Bagman demanded. "The rules stipulate that you're not allowed to bring any outside weapons or devices."
"Shut your gob, you piece of shite," Harry coolly said. "In case you weren't paying attention, I summoned my watch from the stands. While the rules forbid me from bringing anything other than a wand onto the field. They say nothing against summoning anything from the stands," he explained. Translation: I didn't break any rules."
Ludo was about to speak, but Barty cut him off. "Mr. Potter is correct," he said in a firm voice. "If he did cheat, then the Goblet of fire would have acted and either taken his magic away or killed him. However, seeing as he is still alive, the fire has judged his actions to be fair. That said, there is one thing I'd like to know. What was that device you used against the manticores? I've never seen anything like it before." Giving Harry an imperius look.
Releasing a breath, "the device is called: Palladium box," he said. "I designed it to help those who accidentally run into class-XXXX or XXXXX creatures. The cube also allows the creatures to be transported back to their natural habitats, and it doesn't cause them any harm. Before any of you get any ideas, it's already been patented. Any attempt to steal or copy my design will be punished." Turning his head, "headmaster Yoshi can I have you deliver my chest to Lord Black? I don't trust Bagman to try and steal it."
Ludo glared murderously at Potter. "Don't worry, I'll take it to Lord Black," flicking his wand out, he closed and locked the chest. "Crouch the bag."
Barty brought forth the second bag, explaining what was inside. One by one, they pulled out a dragon and a number. This time it was Cedric's turn to go first. His dragon was the Swedish-Short Snout. Going back onto the field, he transfigured a large rock into a dog, hoping it would distract the dragon enough so he could retrieve the golden egg. It almost worked, but the dragon turned its attention back to him as he was coming back and burned his face while also sending him crashing into a rock with its tail. Thinking quickly, Cedric transfigured two rocks into anacondas and raced back into the tent while the dragon dealt with the snakes. Poppy saw the condition he was in and helped him to a bed. Not only did he get burned, but several of his bones were destroyed, and one of his lungs was punctured. He ended up with a score of 49, bringing his total to 99.
Next was Fleur, who had to face a common Welsh green dragon. She went with a different approach as she attempted to enchant her dragon to fall asleep. While it had the desired effect, and the dragon snorted. It released a jet of flames that burned her skirt and her legs. Fleur doused the flames in water, retrieved her egg, and went back to the tent. The judges gave her a total of 52. So, her overall score was now 103.
After her was Viktor; before the tournament, Harry had a talk with him about using excessive force against a nesting mother and warned him to be mindful of the spells he was planning on using. He even warned him that the eggs were also at risk and told him they needed to remain undamaged. The Bulgarian student accepted his words and cast a few protective wards around the dragon's eggs before engaging in battle. While Viktor's conjunctive curse worked and made his dragon recoil. It also made the thing angry as she started lashing at everything; if it weren't for the wards around the eggs, then they would have been destroyed. In the end, Viktor managed to recover the golden egg, but at the cost of the left side of his body being burned and obtaining a couple of broken bones from being hurled against the rocks. Now his score is 105.
Finally, it was Harry's turn to face his dragon. The Hungarian Horntail was by far the most dangerous breed of all dragons and was even more ferocious. He, however, was prepared, having tested with his own dragon's fire. The last time he tested with that kind of fire, he could only manipulate about 85% of its full power. Suzaku explained that even though he couldn't control the full power of his flames, the amount he could manipulate would be more than enough. Before reentering, Harry saw the nest full of dragons sitting on top of a rock with a shiny golden egg in the middle. To his left, he saw the Hungarian Horntail with a chain attached to its tail. Part of him just wanted to call it a day and go back into the tent, but that was not who he was. He would see this tournament through to the end. Also, the situation he was in called for drastic measures. Pointing his wand in the air, he fired a green and white spell that hit the wards covering the field. Then waved his wand in an intricate pattern. What he was doing would be considered dangerous, but it was essential to his plan.
As a Potter, they were masters when it came to curse breaking, warding, or manipulating wards to suit their purposes. He'd be damned if he disregarded his family's skills. It only took a few minutes, but the control of the wards left Professors Babbling's control and was now his to do as he pleased. The wards then changed from a whitish-blue to a lavender green; bringing his wand down, the wards came down and formed a protective barrier around the eggs. His job done, he mentally fired "relashio" at the chain holding the dragon releasing the livid mother.
"Time to get to work," jumping forward, he was still a couple of feet from the dragon. Then, of course, the dragon got in front to protect her hatchlings and let out a ferocious ear-destroying roar.
"Two-legger, you will not take my children away from me," the dragon glared murderously at the boy who stood before her. If looks could kill then, Harry would already be dead. The fire then began forming in the dragon's mouth.
He could hear the anguish and pain in her voice as it reminded him of his own mother. Like all parents, they wanted nothing more but to protect their babies. "Honorable dragon, I do not wish to separate you from your children," responding in parseltongue. "However, one of the eggs that currently resides in your nest is a fake. Please let me remove it, and I will happily leave you and your eggs in peace."
"You can understand me," the dragon kept its eyes on the boy. The fire he possessed was different from the other members of his kind. Smelling him, his scent was strangely different. Just who was this boy? "Who are you? I have met your kind before, but none of them have ever been able to speak in the same language as I save for a few."
"My name is Hadrian Potter, and I am a parseltongue. It thanks to this ability that I can speak with you," he explained.
"There's something else," the dragon said. "You are very different from the other meat bags." It then donned on her, flapping her wings. She pushed into the air and flew backward. "You are him, aren't you? You're the one the gods have chosen! The protector of the magical world! My liege," releasing a stream of fire from its mouth into the air.
"What you say is true," Harry confirmed. "I have formed a pact with the White monarch and the Vermillion bird. May I please pass?"
The dragon then looked back at him. "If you wish to approach my children, then you must prove your worth and get past me. You may have been chosen, but that doesn't mean that I will let you pass without proving your worth," she warned.
"Very well! I had hoped that we could avoid battle, but if this is what you want, then I will oblige you," getting into a stance with his wand ready. "Just know that I will not kill you."
She gave a dragon-like smirk. "You kill me. That's a laugh!" After saying that, she released the full power of her flames at him.
The fire in Harry's eyes glowed a brilliant amount of emerald as the dragon released its flames. Were if it had been anyone else, then they would have ducked for cover and tried to avoid the flames, but not Harry. For he stood his ground as the flames approached. Extending his left hand, he soon began circling his wand over his head. The audience gasped, and some cried as the flames engulfed him because they thought he would be nothing more than a pile of ashes. After a few minutes, the dragon finally stopped releasing its fire. Everyone in the audience, save for a select few, thought Harry was now dead but was proven wrong when they heard laughter and saw the flames rotating in a giant circle. In the center was a laughing Harry controlling the flames like they were a part of him. Focusing his magic over the flames, Harry condensed the fire until it was a miniature version of the sun.
"Wow, I have to say that I'm impressed with your fire," levitating the sun over his head. "It holds your desire to protect your children very commendable." He didn't even notice that his shirt was completely gone revealing the upper part of his body. The results of his training showed that his muscles were well defined, had an eight pack, and a few cuts along the front and back of his body.
People in the stands (female population) loved this as they got a clear look at his upper body. While they knew Harry was handsome, they didn't know he had a body like that. The ladies were mesmerized by his physique that they burst into squeals. Some had even fainted. A couple of others had started undressing him with their eyes wondering what else he was hiding. The resident Ice Queen and Emily didn't like the way people were looking at Harry. Daphne looked to her right and saw Chang eyeing him with lustful intent.
Along with some of her friends, they stared at him somewhat hungrily and began undressing him with their eyes. The girl behind her was the resident gossip queen Lavender Brown who fainted next to Parvati. Emily was also dissatisfied by how they were gawking at him as they saw him as a piece of meat.
Back on the pitch, Harry thrust both his hands forward, sending the dragon's fire right back at it with the added effects of wind. Once the miniature sun neared the dragon, it exploded with a shockwave that sent the beast flying backward. The dragon landed hard on the opposite side of the pitch with a loud thud. Harry levitated a large boulder to shield himself when it was about to send yet another stream of fire. He knew full well that the dragon's fire could reduce the boulder, which was exactly what it did. Harry then launched the reduced boulder forward when it became the size he needed it to be. Predictably the boulder landed in the dragon's mouth, making it hard for it to get the thing out. Nevertheless, his strategy was working the way it was supposed to. All that was left was for him to end the match.
As the dragon struggled to remove the rock from its mouth, Harry turned the rock-like area around him into a large pool of lava. He silently hoped this would work. Continuing with what he was doing, the lava soon began to rise until it wrapped entirely around the dragon body from head to tail. Using his knowledge about dragons, he knew they could handle lava relatively well. The lava covered the dragon in a cocoon. Finally, Harry transfigured the lava into hardened rock, sealing the dragon within. Harry released a breath after seeing his job was done; with a few waves of his wand, the wards surrounding the eggs vanished. Without wasting a breath, he went to the nest and picked up the golden egg. Before he could relish in the silence, Crouch's voice was heard.
"Ladies and gentlemen, did you all see that Mr. Potter didn't even suffer a scratch during his battle with the dragon. Not only that, but he was also the only one to get his egg in the shortest amount of time." The crowd burst into applause and cheers. "Good Merlin, this boy has accomplished something that would normally take about ten to twelve dragon handlers to deal with. His demonstration of magic was superb. No wonder he's a student of Mahoutokoro. I can only wonder what else they have taught him," before he could continue, the person in charge of making sure the beast stayed in their cages came up.
"Mr. Crouch, the creatures are going ballistic and have broken out of their cages," the man cried out in fear. Unfortunately for him, some of the other people heard what he said.
Just as Bagman got up to speak, an ear-destroying roar was heard. At the entrance, the beasts raced to the field along with the dragons who flew in (excluding the manticores). The people thought they would attack Harry, so the handlers tried to race onto the pitch to contain them. However, what the creatures did next shocked them to their cores as the dragons released streams of fire straight into the air. While the graphorn, wampus cat, and chimera bowed at Harry. The dragons quickly followed suit and bowed their heads. Harry raised a hand at the shocked handlers.
"Settle down, you idiots," he commanded. "They won't harm me."
A man who looked to be in his early thirties found his voice. "Mr. Potter, we need to get you away from these dangerous creatures as any of them could likely kill you." He tried moving forward, but the graphorn, wampus cat, chimera stood in front, ready to attack him. The dragons looked about, ready to release another stream of fire but this time at him.
"Stand down," Harry commanded them. They obeyed his words, albeit somewhat grudgingly. He then looked at the handler "what's your name?"
"M-Morgan Travers. I am the person in charge of them," the man stuttered.
"Well, Mr. Travers, we seem to have a problem here," narrowing his eyes at them. "Starting with the fact of you bringing them away from their homes to compete in this god-forsaken tournament."
"W-we had to bring them. They were necessary for the tournam-,"
"Necessary for the tournament. Are you out of your fucking mind," his voice was dangerously cool. "Let me tell you something, you and the people who came with you are fucked up. Tell me how necessary would it be for me to let them eat you and the others?" The man and his colleagues were terrified as the creatures looked about, ready to do just that.
"Not so sure of yourselves now, are you. Now, this is what's going to happen you and your buddies will transport them back to their native regions. You will not harm them in any way. And if I hear that any of you has mistreated them, then I will know, and you'll have me to contend with. Are we clear?"
"Yessir," they all said in unison, completely scared as they didn't want to know what he had in mind should they disobey him.
Harry looked at every one of them before motioning for them to take the creatures away. The beast went peacefully with the handlers, while another group glared at him because they would have to carve the Horntail out.
Letting them do their jobs, Harry went back to the tent where the other champions were, ignoring the ribbons showing his score. Entering the tent, he took a seat on the bed to allow Madam Pomfrey to check him over. The school's resident matron began fussing about how the judges allowed creatures of this caliber to be used against school students. After a few minutes of checking Harry over, she gave him a strengthening potion. While he wanted to decline, she gave him a frosty glare. Reluctantly he accepted the vial and downed the contents. When he was about to get up, a group of people came into the tent, starting with Emily, who pounced on him, and wrapped her arms around his neck.
"You're okay," burying her head in the crook of his neck.
Before he could say anything, Uncle Arcturus came in with the judges. "That was truly exceptional," a big grin appeared on his face. "You not only got past the manticores unscathed but also dealt with the Hungarian Horntail. That's no small feat."
"I'll say," Sirius chimed in, "speaking off which how were you able to manipulate dragon's fire and not get so much as a scratch?"
"A question we would all like to know," Crouch entered the conversation with an unreadable expression. However, he took a step back after receiving glares from both Lord black and his sister.
Harry shrugged his shoulders. "I did what I had to do to survive. No thanks to you and the other idiots at the Ministry for putting me in this situation." Cracking his neck, "now, if there isn't anything else, would you mind telling me my score, so I can get back to the castle and relax?"
Barty wanted to retort but remembered that there were other people present. "As of right now, your score is 114," he answered. Much to the surprise of the other champions. "This puts you in first place."
Crouch explained that the golden egg was a clue for the next task and would take place on the 24th of February. After giving the news, he and the other judges left save for Yoshi and the guardians of the other champions. Harry got up from the bed and walked to where the others were.
"Hey, are you guys, alright?" looking at Cedric, Viktor, and Fleur.
"Yeah, I'm good!"
"Da!"
"Oui," though Fleur's eyes were anywhere his eyes. She would never have guessed that Harry had an amazing body.
Emily soon cleared her throat "alright, that's enough, you can stop staring at him." That made Fleur blush at being caught. She then looked at him "you might want to get a shirt before going out there."
Harry was confused for a moment before looking down to see that his shirt was completely gone. "Touché," quickly he conjured a black V-neck and put it on.
Meanwhile, Cedric and Viktor were a bit jealous as they didn't have abs like him. "Now, I know why most of the school's female population wants to get with you. Damn, lucky bastard," he joked somewhat.
"I work out a lot," Harry retorted. "Anyway, I'll see you guys later," walking back to his headmaster and family.
"Due to the demonstration of your palladium boxes, Magizoologists, the department of Regulation of magical creatures, and other handlers will soon be headhunting you," Cassie looked at him. "There's going to be a high demand for that invention of yours."
"You haven't told me anything I don't already know, Cassie," Harry stated. "And I am pretty sure our associate and his people will be more than happy to get these mass-produced. How long do you think it will take for them to get the boxes on the market?"
She clicked her tongue. "I wager a couple of weeks, maybe a month," giving him her best guess. "They've already been patented, correct?" He gave her a nod. "Good, then leave the rest to me."
"As you wish. Oh, and while your down there, send them my best. If you need me, then I'm going to relax," with that, he shrunk and pocketed the chest filled with gold. Once Harry did that, he and Emily left the tent.
The others had to wait on the opposite side of the tent because only the judges and family members were allowed inside. Behind them were the people from the stands, trying to get an autograph from Harry. There was pushing and shoving as many of the girls wanted to chat him up. Thankfully, his friends were present as they shielded him for the most part. As they walked to the castle's entrance, around thirty or so girls tried asking him out, though their attempts mostly fell on deaf ears. While walking, Harry and Daphne held hands; luckily, no one could see as they were so close together. However, seeing how they weren't going to be left alone, Harry twitched his right eye, silently telling her they needed to disappear. She understood and gave a subtle nod. Then, reaching into his watch, he pulled out some smoke pellets and threw them on the ground. Just as they hit the ground, the entire hallway was filled with black smoke. While some were coughing, a few others took their wands out and tried vanishing the smoke. It only took a moment for the students to get rid of the smoke, but by then, there was confusion amongst them as they wondered where Harry had disappeared.
"I wish he would give an advanced warning before he decides to pull that ninja act of his," Adrian coughed a bit. "I got allergies."
"Here, here," Aaron nodded. "Damn, ninjas!" The people around them soon started to disperse when they noticed Harry was nowhere to be found. "Hey, where is Daphne at?" looking around.
Blaise responded, "she's probably with him," he guessed. "Other than the two of them, only Shizuku and I are capable of disappearing like that." Momentarily remembering that Harry and Miwa taught him intonjutsu years ago.
"How much do you think Harry will make with those boxes of his," Aaron looked at the others who exchanged glances with one another. "I mean, that palladium box is pretty sweet."
"Don't forget the prize money he got from the first part of the task," Blaise said. "I wonder what he'll do with it."
Aaron smirked. "If I know Hadrian, then he will either donate it to some charitable function, give it to the homeless shelter, or-,"
"Oi Aaron Vaisey," someone called his name. Turning around, they saw Lee Jordan and the Weasley twins approaching. The dark-skinned boy had a scowl on his face and was staring daggers at him. "I have some business to discuss with you," getting in the Slytherin's face and trying to sound tough.
A/N: Sorry this chapter took so long I've had to deal with some personal matters that needed my immediate attention. Anyway the first task has been completed with Harry demonstrating one of his creations and has secured first place. What do you all think about Harry dealing with the creatures specifically the dragon?
Next chapter: The revealing's!