We, the Alpacas in a Blender, still own nothing. N'Youk't O'Dakkak only wishes she owned a planet (and the rest of the universe).

Chapter Five: The Medieval Warriors Arrive

"Are you going to enter the tournament?" Pedro asked Napoleon.

"Yeah..." Napoleon said. "I guess."

"Well I guess I'll have to offer you my protection," Pedro mumbled.

"Cool."

Fred and George were suddenly seen running towards them. The two hazardous Weasley twins held identical matching smirks.

"We did it!" they both said at the same time.

"Did what?" Harry asked.

"We took the age potion! We are now seventeen, allowing us to enter are names in the goblet," George said, with Fred nodding next to him wearing a maniacal grin.

"Here goes!" Shortly after entering their names in the goblet, they were both thrown backwards and rapidly started to grow beards.

"Sweet!" Napoleon said.

Napoleon entered his name, and soon after the Durmstrang students arrived to put their names in.

"Look Harry! It's Krum!" Ron said excitedly, along with every other girl in the room.

"Looks like a medieval warrior..." Napoleon said.

"That's only the best seeker in the world right there!" Ron said.

"What is he seeking?" Napoleon asked, sounding annoyed. "Is he seeking ligers? Can he hook me up with some? I'd really like to meet one. They're pretty rare." But Krum had already left.

Everyone in the hall turned to see the Beauxbatons students arrive and line up to put their names in. The prettiest one, Summer Wheatly, was expected to be the chosen one.

"Come on Harry, Ron, er...Napoleon, we have to get to Care of Magical Creatures class with Hagrid," Hermione said nervously, afraid that one tardy would blemish her school record beyond repair.

"Oh my Holy Ligers! A magical creatures class would be so frekin' sweet. Does this hagrid have any ligers, or tigons with sweet magical powers?", asked Napolean with extremem interest.

"Uhh noo.. not that I know of," Hermione said testily she needed to get to class.

They walked quickly down to Hagrid's hut, where they met the strangest creatures ever seen. The cross-bred skrewts. Napoleon walked up to Hagrid.

"Do the chickens have large talons?" he asked.

Ron and Harry went into barely-controlled sniggers.

"Uh, no Napoleon... these here are blast-ended skrewts! A beauty ain't they?" Hagris replied enthusiastically.

"Uhh... Hagrid... are they cross bred animals? Those are illegal you, know," Hermione interrupted.

"What the ministry don't know can't hurt em'," Hagrid said.

"Yes, but... Those things look dangerous..." Ron said nervously, looking at a cross-bred skrewt.

Napoleon walked up to Ron. "Pedro offers you his protection."

"Uh... thanks, I think..." Ron said hesitantly, though he wasn't sure if anything short of a rocket-launching bazooka or a fireproof tank could protect him from Hagrid's latest beauties.

Class ended and they headed back up to the castle. Today was the day that Beaxbatons and Durmstrang was going to finally arrive.

"I expect everyone of you to behave as if you are normal and civilized children," Dumbledore said looking right at Fred and George.

But just then as they were about to protest, something came out of the water. A huge splashing sound came from the lake and they all looked at it as if they were expecting something special. But they had figured out it was just the biggest boat any of them has ever seen. The huge boat took a slow push against the shore of the lake. But what jumped out of the boat next, to Harry's surprise was someone who was dragged by Mrs. Norris the previous night.

It was Professor Karkarof. He had a dark scowl face and rather greasy hair. Then almost instanly behind him came Krum, world famous Quidditch seeker.

"THERE HE IS!" yelled Ron. Ron's favorite seeker, other than Harry, was Viktor Krum. Napolean seemed to care more about the nearest rock. But he did seem interested in some of Krum's skills.

"Does that guy have any nunchuck skills?"Napolean inquired.

"No Napolean, he doesn't," Ron replied irritated.

But Ron was interupted by more screaming and the crowd turned the opposite way pointing to the sky.

A large carraige drawn by flying horses was coming. It landed and out stepped a very tall woman, who was about as tall as Hagrid.

"Wow!" Hermoine gasped.

Following the tall lady came about a dozen girls.

"That's Summer Wheatly!" Ron said, pointing to the prettiest, preppiest girl.

"She's pretty hot," Pedro commented her. "Do you think she'd go out with me?"

"NO!" Ron said. "She's going to go out with me!"

"Or me," Harry couldn't help adding.

"Yeah, well who's the only one here who knows illegal ninja moves from the government?" Napoleon demanded.

"What does that have to do with anything?" Hermoine asked.

"I dunno," Napoleon admitted. "I just thought it sounded pretty cool."

Harry and Ron rolled their eyes.

"I'm gonna build her a cake," Pedro decided.

"Yeah, that's a good idea," Napoleon agreed. "If she goes out with you, maybe you two can get married and have your wildest dreams come true."