Chapter four
The Triwizard Tournament
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We went in Hogwarts and I sat on the very much familiar Hufflepuff table. I sure was pretty hungry since I didn't eat much.
I looked at the staff table… no new faces there, there's not even a Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher! I looked around and saw the first year students timidly walking near the staff table.
The Sorting Hat sang its song then Sorted all the first years. After that hour, ahh… finally! I can eat now!
I stuffed myself with a little of everything.
After that, the desserts appeared and I ate ice cream bars and some cupcakes. "Aaah, that's more like it!" I said. Timothy said, "I agree!"
After all of those were done, Professor Dumbledore gave a speech… as he usually does, "I am very sorry to say but the Quidditch would not take place this year."
I groaned. Timothy said, "WHAT? Is he kidding us?" Timothy was Chaser for the Quidditch Team.
"I think not," I said and then I felt I was almost in tears… I hope it's just a joke, I hope it's just a joke! I love Quidditch more than every hobby in the world!
Professor Dumbledore silenced us then said, "But! There will be something that would perk you all up!" What is it, huh?
"Because this year at Hogwarts, the Tri —…" there was a bolt of lightning that was drawn on the night sky, then a loud boom!
Then it stopped… there was an old man with scars on his face and with a swiveling eye… he has like a wooden foot that clunks when he walks.
He went to Dumbledore. Then Dumbledore said, "I'd like you all to meet Professor Mad-Eye Moody, your Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher!"
No one applauded. They just sat there appalled to speak.
Then Moody just went to the staff table and drank something, not touching his pumpkin juice.
"As I was saying, this year at Hogwarts, there would be the much-awaited and very exciting… Triwizard Tournament!" said Dumbledore.
Everyone, of course who knew about it, whispered to each other. Timothy put his hand down and said, "Woah! No way!"
"What?" I asked. "What's he talking about?"
"The Triwizard tournament… is just way cool! You'll find out later!" Timothy said.
Dumbledore explained everything about the Triwizard Tournament. "Okay, I have two words for you, chop chop!" he said.
I guided the first years in Hufflepuff to the common room and said the password.
Then I did all the Prefect stuff and went up to my dormitory to sleep.
I was deep in thought about the Triwizard Tournament.
After that, I thought, why don't I join too? It's too cool that I'd get a thousand galleons, and besides, I'm already 17…
I'm going to put my name in that goblet!
Next day, I asked Timothy if he was going to put his name too. He said, "Er… not really, because Dumbledore said about the death toll and all…"
"Oh… scared, aren't you?" I said, taunting him. His face became red and then said, "No, I'm not scared! It's just that I'm, well… protective of myself?"
I then said, "Well, I'm going to join, that's all."
"You are?" he asked, surprised. I nodded and why did he have to be surprised?
We then went to class after that.
After classes, we headed to the Common Room and did an essay for Snape. "Why the heck did he have to let us do this—this essay!" Timothy yelled.
Everyone jumped when they heard him shout and then stared at him.
"What you looking at?" he asked fuming at them. He's usually hotheaded, but I'm usually calm… that makes us friends?
I looked at him and while he was almost throwing a punch at a first year little boy who was laughing so hard because of Timothy, I grabbed Timothy's arms.
"Cut it off, Cedric!" he said.
"You're hurting an innocent first year!" I bellowed.
"He's laughing at me! And boy, you always follow virtues do you?" he said.
I replied, "I have the attitude, ok? And so what if he's laughing at you? It's your fault that you shouted!"
He stopped and grumbled, pushing me out of his way and fuming silently about his essay.
The first year stuck his tongue out to Timothy. I shook my head at both of them, they need a lot to learn!
I returned to my essay and wrote… half of my mind to the Triwizard Tournament and the other half to my essay.
After I was done, I went to the dormitory and sat on my bed, thinking and thinking.
Go on, you can go! Said a voice. No you cannot! Dumbledore said there's no turning back in this tournament! You might even die! Said another voice.
But you want eternal glory to your House and Hogwarts, don't you? Said the voice.
I yelled, "SHUT UP!" "Who're you yelling at?" said Timothy, surprised.
"No one… ugh, I'm still bothered about the Triwizard Tournament!" I said.
"Well… I suggested myself not to go but if you really want to go, I'll support your idea!" he said.
I sighed and said, "I don't even know if I want to go— I admit, I'm kinda scared too!"
He shrugged and said, "Your choice." Then he went to sleep. I slept… this would be harder than I thought it would be… but I er, wanted to go and at the same time, not!
Don't worry, I reminded myself. I am not going to die, the Triwizard tournament is already kind of safe, I guess.
I'm going to put my name then… or er…
I don't really know!
Well, I'd just sleep then.
Good night to myself…
After a few more days, we were in the Great Hall, waiting for the two schools.
They were Beauxbatons and Durmstrang. Those are the rivalry schools in the Triwizard Tournament.
I still didn't put my name in that Goblet and I planned to do it when they're here.
Then we all heard a loud noise outside… we looked out and one said a crazy idea of it, "It's a flying house! And it's so big!"
I thought it was… well… a box flying. Timothy just stared at it, waiting for it to come down. When it descended, I saw it was a carriage, pulled by winged horses.
We all then went back to the Great Hall and waited for them to come in. Then the door opened and here they come.
They are pretty, and they attracted a lot of guys, especially one girl there who is like a veela.
Timothy's jaws dropped. And I heard him mutter, "They're so pretty!"
I agree with that, though I just politely applauded. Timothy sighed at the sight of them. I began to feel bored… I also saw a big giantess…that is the Headmistress though.
After the Beauxbatons, Durmstrang came next, they were strict and are like soldiers.
They did some tricks and I knew that they really learn Dark Arts. Then I saw Viktor Krum! The Seeker!
"Timothy! Timothy! It's Viktor Krum!" I told him. He said, "Huh? Where!"
I said, "Over there!" I pointed at a guy near the Headmaster. He said, "Wow! The Seeker! Did you see him up close?"
"Yeah! You should have gone there!" I said. "I mean… er, it's good that you care for your mom."
Professor Dumbledore at least, need not tell them what to do in the Triwizard Tournament.
They ought to know already, with their Headmaster, and Mistress.
Professor Dumbledore said, "The Goblet of Fire is ready. All of whom are 17 and above can cross the age line!"
That night, many people went near the Goblet of Fire… I wrote my name in a small piece of parchment.
Timothy and many other Hufflepuff boys pushed me through the age line. "You can do it, Cedric!" said Timothy.
"Yeah! Go on!" they all cheered. I put my name in it… then that's all.
"YES!" Timothy and the others said. I gave them all high fives and girls were again flocking to me and cheering.
I hate it! But anyway, there was that Fleur… the veela-like person. She crossed the age line and put her name in it, then she winked at me.
Everyone, especially guys were staring at her.
Timothy was stunned again. I sighed again… here we go again!
After that, there was Viktor Krum, who was still serious… does he ever smile even just once in a lifetime or what?
Everyone was silent when he put his name in the Goblet. After that, he just turned to walk away.
"YEAH!" shouted a voice from outside. Everyone looked at them… they're the Weasley Twins.
"We have aging potion!" I don't know who's who… but I think it's George.
They slapped us high fives and drank their aging potions. I think it would be hilarious after this… I could just feel how it would be.
They went through the age line and said, "YES! We've crossed the age line!"
"This is it, George! Let's put our names!" said Fred.
They put their names in and waited for something might happen. I stood their looking at them.
Everyone cheered when none happened, does it really mean that they're chosen too?
Suddenly the Goblet did something weird and threw them out. They sprouted beards and then fought.
"YOU SAID!" as the twin almost punched him. "NO YOU SAID!" the other said. They rolled on the floor.
Then Dumbledore went in and said, "Well, you have to go to Madam Pomfrey to get those beards out." He chuckled.
They still scowled at each other as they went to Madam Pomfrey.
I have put my name inside, and I'm ready to take the extremely dangerous tasks.
Timothy said, "Well done Cedric!"
"Thanks a lot, Timothy!" I said.
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