THE LONG AWAITED TEST TOURNAMENT!
A/N: Note that the tournament is NOT against other students as it is just a test! Okay. maybe archery is against other people but the students get rewards! Isn't it nice?
Need to give you a good chapter to apologize for the short one last time.
~**~**~
Harry smoothed down his gi for the third time that morning. The nervousness that filled the air was seriously getting on his nerves. Not to mention now he was affected too!
He watched as his classmates enter various tents one by one. The line in front of his was getting shorter and shorter.
"Alexander Klementine." Harry took a deep breath and entered tent one. It was a knowledge test, which meant writing work. He sat down on a chair and a booklet immediately appeared on the desk. A magical voice spoke.
"This is the weapon written test. You have exactly fifteen minutes to finish twenty questions. Please give the answers in neat writing so the teachers can read it. Any questions unreadable or not answered will be automatically considered as zero. You may begin."
The booklet opened and writing appeared on the first page. Harry picked up a pencil and started thinking.
'How is a person suppose to handle a glaive when in extreme situations?'
Harry stared at the questions. The ones from one to ten were all right. Textbook questions so no problem. Ten to fifteen required thoughts but fifteen to twenty are never seen before fact questions.
Oh well, at least he could try using logic. Extreme situations with a glaive. A glaive is good when you are fighting normally. Glaives are hard to control so you have to aim precisely where to hit or else you could cut yourself or your comrade. An extreme situation couldn't give you time to think much less control. The danger levels will rise and you could seriously kill yourself. So.
Answer: In extreme situations while using a glaive, a person should throw away the glaive and consider using a sword which is more suitable.
Harry shrugged at the answer and went on to the next questions.
~**~**~ In a secluded room hidden from view.
"Come on Theron, you got to admit that kid got brains! He's the only one so far who got the glaive question right!" Raydon said.
"It could be a coincidence. No kid of Klementine would get that right! Klementine probably told him." Theron said stubbornly.
"Why don't you go to hell with your petty grudge? You just don't like Klementine that's all. Admit it, he's the smartest of the bunch and probably the entire Beginners course! He's the only one who would willingly pick up a book. Besides he got the whole facts right." Vivian said matter- of-factly.
~**~**~ Back to Harry.
He finished off the test and the booklet disappeared from view. He got up and went to Tent two.
It was a tent filled with sweet smelling flowers. Harry stared, confused. 'This was supposed to be a test?! The voice started talking again.
"This is Madam Vivian's practical test. This is to test your instincts and your inner feelings that are essential to become a good fighter. Among the flowers, are eight special ones. Each of them differs from others in their own way. Your goal is to find them before the time limit of an hour and a half is up. You may begin once the bell is rang."
Harry blinked incredulously. Finding five flowers among the thousands is like finding a needle in the haystack! Trust Madam Vivian to come up with something unbelievably difficult to do. But he had no time to ponder as the bell rang.
He walked among the flowers, feeling incredibly stupid. That is until a flower caught his eye. It was strange to say the least. It looks the same as the rest but it feels different. Harry shrugged and picked it. It disappeared as soon as it touched his hands and the voice said monotonously, "One flower." Harry grinned. If this is all it takes, than it'll be a breeze!
~**~**~ The teachers.
"I've never expected him to catch the change so easily. There's something special about him." Damien commented.
~**~**~
Harry was frustrated to say the least. Things had been going so well! He had found all four in fewer than thirty minutes! Now it was the last one that is the problem. He must have been around the tent at least thirty times now and he still had not find it. No! He kept on ending up at the pole that was at the entrance! At least it had some use, it signify the end of a round. He growled and propped down, squashing some flowers but he didn't care. He was too annoyed to. He looked up at the roof of the tent, expecting to see a normal gray shape cone but saw an interesting pattern.
'Almost like some flower petals squeezed into a cone shape. Wait!'
Harry jumped up and stared at the roof. There was no mistaking it, it was a flower. He quickly looked around and saw that the pole supported it.
'Duh! Of course! How can I be so stupid! There must be some reason why I keep ending up in front of the pole-that-is-not-really-a-pole-but-a- gigantic-flower-stem. It is certainly different alright, it's a hundred times bigger than the rest of them!'
Harry rushed towards the stem and pulled. The squishy stem was stubborn but even it gave way under time. Just as the flower-tent was about to collapse, it disappeared and Harry was cleared to go.
~**~**~ Teachers.
Everyone stared in disbelieve at the screen that is currently showing the students' progress in the tournament. "I-Impossible." One choked out.
"He actually finished my test," Vivian said shocked, "No one had ever caught the trick to the flower tent before! Certainly no one would be guided towards the stem so many times! That boy must have some strong inner magic!"
This time, even Theron remained silent as they contemplate the recent event.
~**~**~ Back to Harry.
Harry was currently feeling pleased with himself and certainly had no idea of the shock he had caused the teachers. He walked towards the third tent and entered it.
It was a tent that was brightly lit and was fifty times larger in the inside. Harry looked at his next test, a sense of uneasiness surge through him. It was an obstacle course, a huge one. 'Should have known. Obstacle courses are much too fun to give up, eh?
Again, a voice spoke. "This is the practical Balance test. There is no age limit for the jungle gym obstacle course. Your goal is to finish it and retrieve the stone at the end. The stone heals any injuries you might get. If you lose consciousness or fell off, you will start again in top condition. You may begin."
Harry crawled through a tunnel into the gigantic cage and prepared himself as huge boulders started to swing towards him. He dodged them but managed to get hit by another one from behind. He winced at the pain and climbed a ladder. Once he reached the top, he was nearly blown over by a huge gust of wind. He flailed his arms wildly, hoping to grab something that will stabilize him. Nothing came to hand. He pressed forward desperately, twice getting blown back into the last obstacle.
When the wind ended, he was more than relieved and went on to the next one. It was a rope. A rope that he had to cross in order to get to the other side is more accurate. Harry gulped as he remembered the rule. 'If you fall, you have to start again.'
He took a step forward and edge on, a timid step by a timid step. Halfway through, he lost his balance and fell. Luckily, he caught the rope with his hands. He was about to swing up to finish the tight rope when he thought of something. 'They never said he couldn't use his hands.'
He grinned and finished the not-so-perilous-now journey and walked on to the next one.
There were sticks. A lot of sticks and they were floating in the air in different colors. Suddenly, words appeared in front of him.
Hands off on red,
Hands on, on blue
Green will let you fall
Yellow will save you.
Purple shall banish,
Brown you shall step
Black is a mistake
On white and you will nap.
'Okay, lets look at this closely. Red cannot be touched, and blue can but perhaps you can't step on blue as it only says hands on. Better be safe then sorry. Green must be avoided and yellow can be touched. Purple is bad, brown is good. Black is lousy and so is white. Blue, yellow and brown is safe. Great! Only three colors?!'
Harry sighed and looked at the sticks. All right, here goes nothing.
Three quarters way through, he was still alive and well. All in all, he should be happy but he's not. Why? Because the last part is impossible. The only stick near enough to jump is a green and a red one! He glared at the sticks. This was not good; he did not come all this way to get beaten by some sticks!
~**~**~
Casmir smiled as he landed on the island. Ah, the school hadn't changed for centuries. He conjured up a tuft of wind to let him fly and went off to search for a special plane.
He landed amidst the quiet atmosphere and went off in search of his chosen. The said chosen was busy looking at a mirror, engrossed in its contents.
He crept up to him and said, "It's the day of the tournament isn't it Kaiser?"
Klementine jumped and whirled around to glare at the highly amused shadow vampire, "Casmir! You could have warned me first! Besides, you know that it is the day."
Casmir just chuckled.
Klementine turned away from the mirror and faced his guardian, "What's wrong? I know that you aren't here to discussed the tournament with me."
Casmir immediately sobered and asked, "How's Harry's violet sight progressing?"
"Fine, so far he's only shown signs of seeing it when huge amounts of power is at work." Klementine replied and asked, "Why? Do you have a childe?"
"Yes. Draco Malfoy is his name and you can already guess that Harry is his chosen. It had always been a cycle. A violet seer is the chosen of a shadow vampire. I was afraid that he might need Draco sooner." He said.
"Things have not been progressing well in the wizarding world since their Boy-who-lived disappeared. Draco is playing a dangerous game at Hogwarts but he'll be fine. The problem is that most of the vampires have joined Voldemort, believing his promises. The wizarding world will not be prepared if they attacked together. So far, they've only seen a lone vampire. Combine the forces together and you get an almost invincible force. The good thing is that the old ones still remained neutral."
Casmir turned and looked at the mirror, "But then, let's get our minds off the depressing things and see how your charge is doing in the tournament."
Klementine looked at his old friend and silently prayed that things are as right as he made them to be.
~**~**~
Do you like it? I do so love fitting the confusing puzzles together to make a whole.
Silverrowan
A/N: Note that the tournament is NOT against other students as it is just a test! Okay. maybe archery is against other people but the students get rewards! Isn't it nice?
Need to give you a good chapter to apologize for the short one last time.
~**~**~
Harry smoothed down his gi for the third time that morning. The nervousness that filled the air was seriously getting on his nerves. Not to mention now he was affected too!
He watched as his classmates enter various tents one by one. The line in front of his was getting shorter and shorter.
"Alexander Klementine." Harry took a deep breath and entered tent one. It was a knowledge test, which meant writing work. He sat down on a chair and a booklet immediately appeared on the desk. A magical voice spoke.
"This is the weapon written test. You have exactly fifteen minutes to finish twenty questions. Please give the answers in neat writing so the teachers can read it. Any questions unreadable or not answered will be automatically considered as zero. You may begin."
The booklet opened and writing appeared on the first page. Harry picked up a pencil and started thinking.
'How is a person suppose to handle a glaive when in extreme situations?'
Harry stared at the questions. The ones from one to ten were all right. Textbook questions so no problem. Ten to fifteen required thoughts but fifteen to twenty are never seen before fact questions.
Oh well, at least he could try using logic. Extreme situations with a glaive. A glaive is good when you are fighting normally. Glaives are hard to control so you have to aim precisely where to hit or else you could cut yourself or your comrade. An extreme situation couldn't give you time to think much less control. The danger levels will rise and you could seriously kill yourself. So.
Answer: In extreme situations while using a glaive, a person should throw away the glaive and consider using a sword which is more suitable.
Harry shrugged at the answer and went on to the next questions.
~**~**~ In a secluded room hidden from view.
"Come on Theron, you got to admit that kid got brains! He's the only one so far who got the glaive question right!" Raydon said.
"It could be a coincidence. No kid of Klementine would get that right! Klementine probably told him." Theron said stubbornly.
"Why don't you go to hell with your petty grudge? You just don't like Klementine that's all. Admit it, he's the smartest of the bunch and probably the entire Beginners course! He's the only one who would willingly pick up a book. Besides he got the whole facts right." Vivian said matter- of-factly.
~**~**~ Back to Harry.
He finished off the test and the booklet disappeared from view. He got up and went to Tent two.
It was a tent filled with sweet smelling flowers. Harry stared, confused. 'This was supposed to be a test?! The voice started talking again.
"This is Madam Vivian's practical test. This is to test your instincts and your inner feelings that are essential to become a good fighter. Among the flowers, are eight special ones. Each of them differs from others in their own way. Your goal is to find them before the time limit of an hour and a half is up. You may begin once the bell is rang."
Harry blinked incredulously. Finding five flowers among the thousands is like finding a needle in the haystack! Trust Madam Vivian to come up with something unbelievably difficult to do. But he had no time to ponder as the bell rang.
He walked among the flowers, feeling incredibly stupid. That is until a flower caught his eye. It was strange to say the least. It looks the same as the rest but it feels different. Harry shrugged and picked it. It disappeared as soon as it touched his hands and the voice said monotonously, "One flower." Harry grinned. If this is all it takes, than it'll be a breeze!
~**~**~ The teachers.
"I've never expected him to catch the change so easily. There's something special about him." Damien commented.
~**~**~
Harry was frustrated to say the least. Things had been going so well! He had found all four in fewer than thirty minutes! Now it was the last one that is the problem. He must have been around the tent at least thirty times now and he still had not find it. No! He kept on ending up at the pole that was at the entrance! At least it had some use, it signify the end of a round. He growled and propped down, squashing some flowers but he didn't care. He was too annoyed to. He looked up at the roof of the tent, expecting to see a normal gray shape cone but saw an interesting pattern.
'Almost like some flower petals squeezed into a cone shape. Wait!'
Harry jumped up and stared at the roof. There was no mistaking it, it was a flower. He quickly looked around and saw that the pole supported it.
'Duh! Of course! How can I be so stupid! There must be some reason why I keep ending up in front of the pole-that-is-not-really-a-pole-but-a- gigantic-flower-stem. It is certainly different alright, it's a hundred times bigger than the rest of them!'
Harry rushed towards the stem and pulled. The squishy stem was stubborn but even it gave way under time. Just as the flower-tent was about to collapse, it disappeared and Harry was cleared to go.
~**~**~ Teachers.
Everyone stared in disbelieve at the screen that is currently showing the students' progress in the tournament. "I-Impossible." One choked out.
"He actually finished my test," Vivian said shocked, "No one had ever caught the trick to the flower tent before! Certainly no one would be guided towards the stem so many times! That boy must have some strong inner magic!"
This time, even Theron remained silent as they contemplate the recent event.
~**~**~ Back to Harry.
Harry was currently feeling pleased with himself and certainly had no idea of the shock he had caused the teachers. He walked towards the third tent and entered it.
It was a tent that was brightly lit and was fifty times larger in the inside. Harry looked at his next test, a sense of uneasiness surge through him. It was an obstacle course, a huge one. 'Should have known. Obstacle courses are much too fun to give up, eh?
Again, a voice spoke. "This is the practical Balance test. There is no age limit for the jungle gym obstacle course. Your goal is to finish it and retrieve the stone at the end. The stone heals any injuries you might get. If you lose consciousness or fell off, you will start again in top condition. You may begin."
Harry crawled through a tunnel into the gigantic cage and prepared himself as huge boulders started to swing towards him. He dodged them but managed to get hit by another one from behind. He winced at the pain and climbed a ladder. Once he reached the top, he was nearly blown over by a huge gust of wind. He flailed his arms wildly, hoping to grab something that will stabilize him. Nothing came to hand. He pressed forward desperately, twice getting blown back into the last obstacle.
When the wind ended, he was more than relieved and went on to the next one. It was a rope. A rope that he had to cross in order to get to the other side is more accurate. Harry gulped as he remembered the rule. 'If you fall, you have to start again.'
He took a step forward and edge on, a timid step by a timid step. Halfway through, he lost his balance and fell. Luckily, he caught the rope with his hands. He was about to swing up to finish the tight rope when he thought of something. 'They never said he couldn't use his hands.'
He grinned and finished the not-so-perilous-now journey and walked on to the next one.
There were sticks. A lot of sticks and they were floating in the air in different colors. Suddenly, words appeared in front of him.
Hands off on red,
Hands on, on blue
Green will let you fall
Yellow will save you.
Purple shall banish,
Brown you shall step
Black is a mistake
On white and you will nap.
'Okay, lets look at this closely. Red cannot be touched, and blue can but perhaps you can't step on blue as it only says hands on. Better be safe then sorry. Green must be avoided and yellow can be touched. Purple is bad, brown is good. Black is lousy and so is white. Blue, yellow and brown is safe. Great! Only three colors?!'
Harry sighed and looked at the sticks. All right, here goes nothing.
Three quarters way through, he was still alive and well. All in all, he should be happy but he's not. Why? Because the last part is impossible. The only stick near enough to jump is a green and a red one! He glared at the sticks. This was not good; he did not come all this way to get beaten by some sticks!
~**~**~
Casmir smiled as he landed on the island. Ah, the school hadn't changed for centuries. He conjured up a tuft of wind to let him fly and went off to search for a special plane.
He landed amidst the quiet atmosphere and went off in search of his chosen. The said chosen was busy looking at a mirror, engrossed in its contents.
He crept up to him and said, "It's the day of the tournament isn't it Kaiser?"
Klementine jumped and whirled around to glare at the highly amused shadow vampire, "Casmir! You could have warned me first! Besides, you know that it is the day."
Casmir just chuckled.
Klementine turned away from the mirror and faced his guardian, "What's wrong? I know that you aren't here to discussed the tournament with me."
Casmir immediately sobered and asked, "How's Harry's violet sight progressing?"
"Fine, so far he's only shown signs of seeing it when huge amounts of power is at work." Klementine replied and asked, "Why? Do you have a childe?"
"Yes. Draco Malfoy is his name and you can already guess that Harry is his chosen. It had always been a cycle. A violet seer is the chosen of a shadow vampire. I was afraid that he might need Draco sooner." He said.
"Things have not been progressing well in the wizarding world since their Boy-who-lived disappeared. Draco is playing a dangerous game at Hogwarts but he'll be fine. The problem is that most of the vampires have joined Voldemort, believing his promises. The wizarding world will not be prepared if they attacked together. So far, they've only seen a lone vampire. Combine the forces together and you get an almost invincible force. The good thing is that the old ones still remained neutral."
Casmir turned and looked at the mirror, "But then, let's get our minds off the depressing things and see how your charge is doing in the tournament."
Klementine looked at his old friend and silently prayed that things are as right as he made them to be.
~**~**~
Do you like it? I do so love fitting the confusing puzzles together to make a whole.
Silverrowan