A/N: This chapter is from the POV of Viktor Krum.
The Potters and the Goblet of Fire
By Ron Potter
Chapter 6: The First Task
November 1st approached rapidly with the excitement of the first task. At night I could swear I hear students in the dungeons and up in a tower talking loudly about the first task. I had no worries with this task because Professor Karkaroff told me all about the first task.
At precisely 12 noon Allen and I walked over to the dragons area. Obviously Karkaroff has told him as well. The seating area was filled with chattering students. There were ten dragon keepers; they're controlling the dragons. Allen and I walked into the champions' tent with Ludo Bagman and the others. Everyone else knew about the dragons too but wouldn't let Ludo Bagman know.
"Welcome champions!" Ludo Bagman exclaimed. "The first task is dragons. We have a Hungarian Horntail, a Norwegian Ridgeback, a Chinese Fireball, a Swedish Short Snout, an Antipodean Opaleye, and a Welsh Green. You will each draw out a dragon with a number around its neck." Bagman pulled a bag. "Fleur you first."
I could see that Clearwater mudblood fire up with anger. Fleur picked out the Common Welsh Green. Then Penelope picked out the Opaleye, Harry picked out the Horntail, Cedric picked out the Short Snout, Allen picked out the Ridgeback, and I picked out the Chinese Fireball.
I heard flame throws and screams form the crowd as everyone but Harry and me went. Some of them laughed loudly and others saddened. Then it was my turn. I ran out of the tent and straight in front of the Chinese Fireball.
"Conjunctivitaos!" I shouted as my spell hit the dragon's eyes.
The Chinese Fireball spun around crushing half the eggs. That would definitely take away points since it crushed the regular eggs. But I didn't care I ran right in there to retrieve the golden egg. I made it unharmed. Perhaps unharmed will earn me some points because I saw everyone else except Penelope being hauled off to the hospital tent.
The slytherins cheered loudly sneering at the Hufflepuffs. I held up the egg proudly. Then it was time for the awarding of points. The judges got together in a circle as if playing football.
"Viktor Krum did an excellent conjunctivitis curse but the dragon lost control and broke the other real eggs so Viktor Krum gets 23 points!" Ludo Bagman shouted. "Cedric Diggory transfigured a rock to a dog to grasp the dragon's attention but the dragon lost interest and burned his shoulder so Cedric Diggory gets 30 points for successful transfiguration. "Harry Potter summoned his broom and is awarded 35 points. Penelope Clearwater changed a tree to a buffalo so the dragon would grasp the attention of meat and she was successfully able to retrieve the golden egg unharmed so she gets 35 points. Fleur Delacour put the dragon to sleep but got burned in the beginning so she gets 28 points. Allen Blacksberry made a gigantic tidal wave and gets 28 points as well. That makes a two-way tie between Penelope Clearwater and Harry Potter."
Back at the ship Professor Karkaroff ignored both Allen and me. He wouldn't even come out for our little party. He just stayed locked up in his quarters. You couldn't blame him.
Professor Karkaroff has been through lied death eater trials and Moody is on his back and he's worked hard to build up Durmstrang after our last headmaster was caught delivering information to dark lords. So it was kind of hard seeing your Durmstrang fail to a bunch of goody goodies.
Allen and I must have done so bad that Karkaroff's nephews felt bad for us. We must have sunk so low when they were disappointed in us.
Everyday now I've gone to the library to look up the wailing that the egg makes when I open it and the song it sings when I opened it under the lake. I figured it was mermaids but had to figure out what it will be and how to stop it.
Luckily this real cute Hermione Granger was always there at the library. She helped me realize it would be the thing I would miss deeply. She sort of got me thinking about what kind of person I am by what I'll miss the most. She got me thinking of my inner self, of the person I really am instead of some famous Quidditch player everybody likes because of my money and I'm a Triwizard champion.
"How do you think you'll get it back?" Hermione asked.
"Pass me that transfiguration book," I said taking the transfiguration book and flipping through the pages. "I got it! I'll transfigure myself to a merman."
"But you may be stuck like that since merpeople are technically half human," Hermione said. "Perhaps trying a rebound spell to rebound whatever you lost. Or use a remembrall."
Hermione got me thinking day and night about the second task. I would go down not to check it out but to clear my head. She is kind of cute for a fifteen year old. Professor Karkaroff keeps telling me about this Yule Ball. I think I might ask her. But she's only available after classes and in the library when she's not around that other champion, Harry Potter.
