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CHAPTER 1
Yes, she is still a Student!

Goblet of Fire turned red once more; sparks showered out of it; the tongue of flame shot high into the air, and from its tip Dumbledore pulled the third piece of parchment.
"The Hogwarts champion," he said importantly, looked at the parchment and … stopped in his tracks, frowning.

Everybody looked at him with bewilderment.
The pause did not last long.
Dumbledore straightened up; a shrewd smile slowly spread across his face,
- The Hogwarts champion is Myrtle Warren.

Harry, Ron and Hermione looked at each other.
"Ever heard of her?" Harry addressed both of them.
Ron shrugged.
Hermione gasped, "No, surely it can't be…"

Moaning Myrtle was graciously gliding towards Goblet of Fire, her head held high, the light from the candles, floating in the air, shining through her.

"Drum-be-lord, 'oo is zis?" madam Maxime's whisper rumbled throughout the Great Hall.
"I was under impression," Karkaroff spoke icily, "that only students would be allowed to compete."

"This is correct, Igor," said Dumbledore pleasantly,
- So, let me assure you that I clearly remember seeing miss Warren at my lessons in this very castle.
- And, as she never graduated (and neither was expelled), then, technically, she is still a Hogwarts student.

- But she is dead!

"Be that as it may," said Dumbledore agreeably,
- That does not preclude her from entering the Tournament; unless you can point to some rule to the contrary; can you, Igor?

"And what about our age restriction, Dumbledore?" Karkaroff retorted,
- She looks to be about thirteen.
- Miss Warren, how old are you?

"Tactless!" shouted Moaning Myrtle with indignation, "Asking a lady about her age is tactless!"
(Apparently the Age Line formula was: Age = Current Year – Year of Birth;
Therefore, Myrtle would be of an age of quite young… granny.)

All females present – professors and students alike – reflexively jumped to their feet to express solidarity with poor, verbally abused girl in distress.
- How dare you! (McGonagall)
- Misogynist! (Hermione)
- Immediately apologize to young lady! (Sprout)
- Or I will foretell the most gruesome fate for you! (Trelawney)

"I am sorry," Karkaroff said insincerely with a bow,
- I take back my highly inappropriate question.
- Our champion will be honored to compete against you, miss Warren.

And the dead Champion quietly floated to antechamber where she joined two other (not-dead-yet) champions.

In all the hubbub nobody noticed how the Goblet turned red again, preparing to eject another piece of parchment.
And how Mad-Eye Moody surreptitiously cast a spell, immediately quieting it.

Later.
1. In Gryffindor dorm.
Before falling asleep Harry laid in his bed, wondering if The Fate finally took mercy on him.
The Halloween came and went and NOTHING out-of-ordinary happened to him!

2. In Riddle House.
- It seems, Wormtail, that we have to adjust our plan slightly….

TO BE CONTINUED

The next chapter will be, naturally, 'Wand Weighing'.
From what components wand for ghost could be made?
Any idea?

I do have an idea, but if somebody suggests something better – will go with it.