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HARRY'S POV
The DADA class in which Occlumency showed its advantage has already passed for both the twins and Harry, with the twins feeling relief that their friends managed to defend against the imperious and that they can go back to pranking, card creations and playing music, and Harry passing it with indifference, resisting the commends while doing as they asked to make sure no one knew he can resist, no one but Daphne, who taught him about the subject, yet considering most of the Slytherins didn't resist, Daphne included, no one call him out on it.
And as everyone around him threw themselves on their school work, Harry too threw himself into study, even as he got stuck into blocks in every single one of them.
He finished the entire seventh year's work in transfigurations, as once he combined belief it became extremely simple.
He thought to continue to masters, yet was disappointed to find out that to be called a master in transfigurations you need to be able to change objects without a specific spell, something he does since first year and do wand point transfigurations- doing the spells without using wand movements, and he does it without a wand.
In charms he is stuck, as he doesn't seem to have any detailed explanations about the Fidelius charm, how it works, and its history in any of the books Harry read, so he now works slowly about unraveling it using arithmancy but it takes time.
In runes Harry hit 27, but with GAI creating the actual Runes, and the students deliver pure energy with the game, all he needed to do is pour his belief everyday and control the magical energy output as it comes into the runes, which while does help him better his control, as it's not only a magical energy that doesn't belong to him, it is also something people poured with excitement, making it harder to control, it's something that takes time and didn't need studying.
The only magical subject that seem to continue grow was blacksmithing, in which the trip to the east helped much more then expected.
With him already knowing how to forge and have time now that everything else seem to be on pause, Harry started changing the ROR into a smithing room and bring metals in to create objects.
Surprisingly, the goblins techniques about pouring intent and magic into the object as you create it, works extremely well with a less used magical weapons technique in the east, something that muggles actually use better then most of the eastern magical people - katana creation.
You see, while the muggles use the method of folding the metal as a way to strengthen the brittle iron their land has been plugged with, the magical people use this method as a way to pour negative emotions and magic into the sword, making it usually a demonic sword.
Harry on the other hands had a different use for the technique, instead of using brittle iron he used magical metals, instead of using negative emotions he used intent as the goblins taught him.
The technique, which is based on layering the metal tens of thousands of times, make it possible for it to have many different intents in a product, and while he can't do it vary well right now, he managed to create products with two intents for now.
While every Saturday and Sunday he kept learning at Gringotts, having Ragnok explain his mistakes and becoming better and better, during the week he started making bracelets for the duel disks that do the same as the sword of Gryffindor does though on a much smaller scale, the sword's ability is sucking and releasing, the sword suck in everything it thinks can have positive affects on it and it's owner, including, after (according to the goblins) Godric messed with it, people's bravery and courage, so everybody who holds it becomes as brave as all the things and people the sword killed, his invention on the other hand, make it so it sucks a little bit more magic then the duel disks would have sucked without it, and release small doses of the cheering charm every time someone use it, making them, little by little depended on the game, making it possible for Harry to always have extra magical energy.
And by using the layering method he put on top of it an unbreakable charm, so if someone check what magical ability it has they would find only the unbreakable charm.
Yes, it is probably evil, but not more then the nicotine companies are, well maybe a little bit more...
REMUS' POV
Remus knew he had to perform well in this assignment his lord gave him.
No matter how many times the lord told Remus to call him boss, he couldn't.
How could he? With his family waiting for this moment hundreds of years, training each and everyone of their children for their entire life to serve the lord?
No, while he called him boss on the out side, on his heart he will always be his lord.
Not to mention that after studying his body for less then a month his lord told him he has thought of a way to cure lycanthropy!
He couldn't help but think about his dad's bed time stories, about the lord being the most noble, the smartest, and the kindest god, one who can do anything he sets to do.
And the lord needs his help!
He needs all the books he can find, especially ones on memory charms and curses, and while Remus didn't have any special ones, he knew who had, his 'friends' James and Lily Potter.
Oh, how he can't stand them, they abandoned his lord! But he need to be nice, the lord need him to be his spy in the order.
Walking on to the house Remus knocked the door, only for it to be opened by someone he really hoped not seeing.
"Hey Sirius."
"Moony! How are you?"
"I'm fine you know, in between jobs and houses right now, had one in China, but they found out about my furry little problem and... anyway how are you?"
"I'm much better, Prongs helped buy me some health potions, but to be truthful, I really want to go out, I feel like I'm losing my mind, again." Sirius laughed at his joke.
"Very funny," Remus said dryly. "but why don't you go out?"
"Prongs, Lily and Dumbledore said it was too risky, said that the Dementors are still after me, that if I live at their home I should listen to their rules." The dog animagus gambled.
A plan started forming in his mind, one that would let him reach his lord's goals quicker.
"And you listened to them?"
"What can I do? I have nowhere to go to."
"Well Padfoot, can you keep a secret?" The look of 'don't you know me?' Made Remus explain.
"No, I mean from everyone, even James."
The indecision was written everywhere on Sirius' face.
"Sure, a marauder's oath."
"I found someone that can cure me." The eyes of the escaped convict went out of their pockets.
"Really? So why aren't you cured?"
"Well, as the procedure is unique, not to mention incomplete, he needs special books books and artifacts as a way to help him complete it. It was why I came here, to see if there is any book that would be useful, but now that I heard your plight, would you join me on my journey?"
"Me? But I can't leave the house!"
"You can't leave the house? Aren't you a wizard? Change your looks! We will mostly be in the muggle world, where Dementors are forbidden from coming to."
Excitement could be felt gashing out from Sirius.
"Would there be adventure? Would there be chicks?"
"After finishing raising the Potter library and maybe the blacks, I was planning to sneak into every magical house in Britain, and after that, France. So yes, there would be all of the above."
"What are we waiting for? Let's do it! The two of us, bachelors ready to storm the world, you go to the library, I will organize my stuff!"
As Sirius ran inside leaving the door open, Remus couldn't help but smile, this was as easy as taking a candy to a baby
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Chapter: 142142 Durmstrang and Beauxbatons
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HARRY's POV
In the week that predated the arrival of the delegations from Durmstrang and Beauxbatons the teachers became incredibly tense and snarky, saying all kinds of things like "Longbottom, kindly do not reveal that you can't even perform a simple Switching Spell in front of anyone from Durmstrang!"
And as they continued to behave like children that hide dirty laundry under the bed instead of just making sure to clean it, Harry felt his last bit of patient gone.
Since first year most of his classes weren't contributing anything to his life, sure, potions helped with practice, and both runes and COMC were the helpful somewhat, yet the true reason he is stayed in school was the books, the ROR and his friends.
Well, he copied all the books and can live without the ROR, which means the only reason he is in school were his friends, and while he love them, he wasn't willing to keep going to class, not if there was an alternative, and luckily for him, there was for this year, the tournament.
The way the entire castle was beaming with energy made the students duel more and more, and with both rich purebloods and muggleborn buying their own disks, Harry knew it was just the beginning, making him smile as he saw the magical energy that is kept in the ROR grow more and more.
Standing outside the main door with the rest of the school as they were waiting for the delegations, Harry and Luna talked about the different ways they would have made an entrance.
"I would have Apparate into the castle."
"You can't Apparate in Hogwarts."
"That's what will make it so impressive"
Before they could make another sound, Dumbledore called out from the back row where he stood with the other teachers -"
Aha! Unless I am very much mistaken, the delegation from Beauxbatons approaches!"
"Where?" said many students eagerly, all looking in different directions.
"There!" yelled a sixth year, pointing over the forest.
"It's a dragon!" shrieked one of the first years, losing her head completely.
"Don't be stupid. . . it's a flying house!" said another one.
"NO, IT'S SUPERMAN." The Weasley twins said together.
He knew it was coming, he was the one to show them comic books, but still...
The entire school looked at them weirdly, the ones who didn't know what Superman is looked at them in confusion and muggleborns, especially those who knew the Weasley trait to not understand and mispronounce everything Muggle related, in complete shock, so much so, that most of them missed the entry of the French delegation.
The horse-drawn carriage, which was the size of a large house, which was pulled through the air by a dozen winged horses, each the size of an elephant, landed with a thrust to the ground.
Madame Maxime got out of the carriage and went to the teachers who were at the front of the students, with her students right behind her.
They were shivering, which was unsurprising, given that their robes seemed to be made of fine silk, and none of them were wearing cloaks. Of course, if they had any brain they would have cast a warming charm, but what can you expect from wizards?
Madame Maxime made small conversation with Dumbledore before taking her students inside to warm themselves.
The second they walked in the entire students body started talking about their entry and what would Durmstrang's entry would look like, though they didn't for long, as a loud and oddly eerie noise was drifting toward them from out of the darkness, a muffled rumbling and sucking sound, as though an immense vacuum cleaner were moving along a riverbed.
As a mast raised from the lake, Harry couldn't help but be impressed, even if he knew what it was going to be, seeing that someone made an underwater sailing boat, something he knew would take either year or hundreds of people, as you need to create multiple rune scams on every meter of the place and have them not messing with one another, not to mention the fact it can move similar to a portkey.
"Dumbledore!" Karkaroff called heartily as he walked up the slope, his students right behind him. "How are you, my dear fellow, how are you?"
As he has a small chat with Dumbledore and brought Krum up front, before walking toward the grand hall with his students behind him, the Hogwarts students fallowed as they whispered among themselves, with the most notable topic being Krum.
Walking toward the Slytherin table, Harry looked back to the front door, which had the two delegations waiting for someone to explain to them where to sit.
A few seconds later Harry decided that being nice to the guests had some benefits, specifically have them talk about their school and their secrets, so he can have Remus steal them of course.
Walking back to the door, Harry talked to one of the French students.
"Hey, I see you are cold, and that you have no where to sit, how about you sit with us?"
Apparently, more then one of the foreigners was listening, and all they needed was an invitation, because all the students from the two schools went with him to sit in the Slytherin table, making Harry glad that the Hogwarts tables were charmed to expend base of need, as otherwise, with the extra 20 students, it would have been crowded.
"Good evening, ladies and gentlemen, ghosts and - most particularly - guests," said Dumbledore, beaming at the foreign students, making Harry feel uncomfortable, as he looked toward the Slytherin table more then he did the last three years. "I have great pleasure in welcoming you all to Hogwarts. I hope and trust that your stay here will be both comfortable and enjoyable. The tournament will be officially opened at the end of the feast. "I now invite you all to eat, drink, and make yourselves at home!"
He sat down, and Harry saw Karkaroff lean forward at once and engage him in conversation.
The plates in front of them filled with food as usual. The house-elves in the kitchen seemed to have pulled out all the stops; there was a greater variety of dishes in front of them than Harry had ever seen in this school, though, at this school all there ever was, is English food, so it didn't phase him very much.
"Hey, I'm Charlotte, thank you for offering your table." A student from Beauxbatons said to him as he chose his food.
"Harry," he offered his hand for a shake, which she gracefully took. "and think nothing about it, me and Luna wanted to have a conversation with you all."
"Oh really?" Charlotte said with interest. "What about?"
"Magic of course!" Luna said with excitement. "Even if schools around the world has mostly became the same in their curriculum, there must have some difference between your school and ours!"
"You are the most energetic person I've ever met." Charlotte said with a laugh. "Well ask away!"
That started some intense conversation, to which some of the Durmstrang and Beauxbatons' students joined, including Krum, who looked like he escaped from Malfoy.
It was only when Crouch senior came in with Percy Weasley and Ludo Bagman and sat in the teacher's table, that they stopped, and only because a loud voice stopped them, a voice Harry activated.
"Hello, students of Hogwarts, Durmstrang and Beauxbatons." the voice belong to Tommy the illusion. "With the two schools coming in grandly, we wanted to also make an impression."
The illusion of Lucius was talking now.
"We thought of multiple ways of how to do it, we could have told you about the unofficial, official game of Hogwarts- Duel cards, but when asked in a letter it's creator said they are about to do it themselves and that they are going to sell it also outside of Hogwarts."
This time it was the illusion of Bella that took charge of talking. "We could have sing the song of Hogwarts, but it sucks!" This made many Hogwarts students nod as the foreigners laughed.
"So we decided to make a new song for Hogwarts," Severus's illusion said "we hope you enjoy it.
(Tommy)
I'm a Gryffindor
This girl is a Hufflepuff
We take the Hogwarts train going all
the way
(Tommy)
Here come the Ravenclaws
Chilling with some Slytherins
We take the Hogwarts train going all
the way
We hangout in our common rooms (Tommy)
With chocolate frogs (Bella)
And pumpkin juice (Lucius)
If you got magic you can live this life (Tommy)
It goes on, and on, and on, and on (Tommy)
Wizards (Severus)
Snogging (Severus)
Up and down the Hogwarts halls (Bella)
Professors (Lucius)
Searching in the night (Lucius)
Watch out (Bella)
For Snape (Bella)
Living just to give detention (Tommy)
I (Severus)
Hate (Severus)
Gryffindors (Severus)
Making elixirs in Potions Class (Lucius)
Casting spells (Bella)
And kicking ass (Severus)
Sneaking out in the dark of night (Tommy)
Just because we can (All of them)
Sometimes we win (Tommy)
Sometimes we lose (Bella)
Monster duel ain't no game for fools (Tommy)
But if you have enough magic it goes (Lucius)
On, and on, and on, and on (Lucius)
Wizards (Tommy)
Snogging (Tommy)
Up and down the Hogwarts halls (Bella)
Professors (Lucius)
Searching in the night (Lucius)
(Tommy)
And the
Pranksters
Peeves and Weasley twins
Will make sure
You won't feel down
We are from Hogwarts
Wands up!!!!
Strong and united
We are from Hogwarts
School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
Strong and united.
As the song ended there was applause for half a minute, before it died down, even there was once again quiet, Tommy once again talked. "We hope you enjoyed the music, and we hope you enjoy the food, our next song will be at the request of the Weasley twins on the first duel tournament of the year, come on up and tell us more about that!"
Both Fred and George went near the illusions before starting to talk.
"First of all, I've got to say, I love your singing." Said the one that was obviously Fred.
"I prefer the pianist, though you could have chose different face." George said.
The illusion winked before disappearing.
"Anyway, for all the foreigners, who probably has no idea what monster dueling is," Fred said as George took out of his pocket a purse before starting to take out disks and decks. "we prepared a few borrowable duel disks and a beginner's deck for each of you, with the deck being a present. Now, the rules are simple..." as Fred explained the rules, George went to the Slytherin table and gave each of the guests a duel disk and a deck.
Fred who finished explaining the rules said "As for the tournament, the next one would be in three weeks, and it would be one that anyone can join, so practice, buy new cards, and create your own decks, and most importantly, have fun!" With it the twins both went down.
"Well," the headmaster raised from his chair, "this was lovely performance and I hope the game will bring us all together. Now, The moment has come, the Triwizard Tournament is about to start. I would like to say a few words of explanation before we bring in the casket just to clarify the procedure that we will be following this year. But first, let me introduce, for those who do not know them, Mr. Bartemius Crouch, Head of the Department of International Magical Cooperation" - there was a smattering of polite applause - "and Mr. Ludo Bagman, Head of the Department of Magical Games and Sports."
There was a much louder round of applause for Bagman than for Crouch, perhaps because of his fame as a Beater, or simply because he looked so much more likable. He acknowledged it with a jovial wave of his hand. Bartemius Crouch did not smile or wave when his name was announced.
"Mr. Bagman and Mr. Crouch have worked tirelessly over the last few months on the arrangements for the Triwizard Tournament," Dumbledore continued, "and they will be joining myself, Professor Karkaroff, and Madame Maxime on the panel that will judge the champions' efforts.
The casket, then, if you please, Mr. Filch."
Filch, who had been lurking unnoticed in a far corner of the Hall, now approached Dumbledore carrying a great wooden chest encrusted with jewels. Harry couldn't help but wonder what is special about the box, and if it was worth stealing it.
Dumbledore continued to talk as Filch put the box on the table before him.
Dumbledore took out his wand and tapped three times upon the top of the casket, opening it, Dumbledore reached inside it and pulled out a large, roughly hewn wooden cup. It would have been entirely unremarkable had it not been full to the brim with dancing blue-white flames.
"Anybody wishing to submit themselves as champion must write their name and school clearly upon a slip of parchment and drop it into the goblet," said Dumbledore. "Aspiring champions have twenty-four hours in which to put their names forward. Tomorrow night, Halloween, the goblet will return the names of the three it has judged most worthy to represent their schools. The goblet will be placed in the entrance hall tonight, where it will be freely accessible to all those wishing to compete.
"To ensure that no underage student yields to temptation," said Dumbledore, "I will be drawing an Age Line around the Goblet of Fire once it has been placed in the entrance hall. Nobody under the age of seventeen will be able to cross this line."
So Harry was correct, it isn't illegal to put your name in the Cup, nor is it forbidden, it is just a friendly advice.
As the dinner was done Harry didn't return with Luna to the common room, instead he left to the ROR where he called for the one who can help him the easiest.
"Dobby!
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Thinking about it, Harry could come up with multiple ways to put his name in the goblet.
He could have thrown the piece of paper like a basketball, could have banished the paper into the cup, and could have confude an older student to take it for him, yet, thinking about it, he chose the easiest method- Dobby.
House elves are really sneaky, if they don't want to be found they won't, especially Dobby, who took upon himself to become a ninja, so Harry was sure no one will see the little guy, yet the biggest reason he has to have Dobby's help was that no matter who put the name he would need to put another paper in- Harry's secret.
After researching the Fidelius charm for almost a month he had better understanding of it, the charm he casted that makes him seem normal and entirely not unique wizard will work also on objects, which means he has to make sure the goblet will know the truth so it will spit his name.
Having Dobby Put his name, Harry left to bed, it was a long day, and tomorrow he has blacksmithing lesson
The next week had Harry and Luna talk with the other schools' students every meal, and he would have to admit that although he hasn't learned something new about magic, he did learn little bits about their schools.
The two schools had one main difference between them and Hogwarts- they didn't took only children from their own country.
In fact, Europe entirely was divided to eastern and western where the east side of wizards go to Durmstrang and the west to Beauxbatons, which was the reason many students of Beauxbatons looked down on Hogwarts.
You see, while Hogwarts is very impressive for just the UK, the school in France has five times the faculty and is three times its size.
Even without consideration of the size, because students come from many different countries, some that are colder and some that are hotter, the entire castle is always in room temperature, with the exception of the library, which is kept a little bit colder to protect the books.
With them talking about already missing the sea, and a few other things, Harry managed to figure out the school was located in Porquerolles Island, something he would have Remus go check when he finished with the Britain houses.
Durmstrang wasn't as easy to figure out.
He wasn't sure if it was because they were hiding things or if that's truly all they knew, but the only thing the students talked about when asked about the view of the school was ice, ice, and some more ice.
They did though, talked about the so called 'dark arts' they were practicing.
According after speaking to them Harry understood they don't learn any heavy magic with the exception of some minor rituals for physical enhancement, as for the dark spells? They are just learning a few more powerful spells in their DA class which is their version for defense class.
One thing that changed was the amount of magical power that Harry had in storage.
With more people dueling, the amount grew so Harry had enough to create another SCAMER without harming the daily functions, not that he did, he has no need for that, at least not for now.
As the week gone by, more and more students has put their name in the Goblet, though, the biggest surprise were the twins, who didn't even try, as they said "We are swamped in orders, and with the band and making pranks? Why would we? It's not like we need the money."
When he told them he was going to compete and explained why, they just grinned to him and said good luck.
Another person that he needed to have a conversation with before the competition begin was his investor- AKA Daphne Greengrass, though surprisingly, he wasn't the one to approach her, she approached him.
"Hey Harry," it was Thursday when she came o him as he left breakfast, on the way to class. "I have something for you." The smile on her face made it obvious she got one of the blood samples he needed.
"Great! I'm stuck in my research, maybe that is what I need! What did you get me?"
Pulling her hand out from her bag a vial of blood was in it.
"It's the blood of Nymphadora Tonks, the only known Metamorphmagus in Britain, it took my father a lot of time to convince her to give this vial, so I hope it's worth it."
"Oh, it will be."
By the time she gave him the vial they were near the history classroom, yet before she walked in Harry called to her.
"Wait, I need to tell you something so you won't be blindsided." A frown appeared on her face.
"What?"
Casting a small silencing charm Harry said
"Well, I felt I don't have enough time so I decided to join the Triwizard tournament."
"YOU DID WHAT?"
Rolling his eyes Harry said "I joined the tournament to have more time."
"How on earth joining a tournament that you would need to study and practice for save you time?"
"Not having to go to classes will save me time, especially that I won't try to win, just do the minimum in every test and spend more time on research."
"Oh."
"Yes, oh."
"Great!" The smile went back to her face. "Good luck at getting the Goblet to choose you then!"
All of that led him to right now, Halloween 1993, when the names are being pulled out of the cup.
The Durmstrang students who didn't got chosen looked fine with it, not surprising, considering they told him how Karkaroff told them that if anyone but Krum was to be chosen he will make sure they can't compete and lose their magic.
On the other hand, the Beauxbatons students were disappointed, with two even crying, as they all put their names in the cup.
The Hogwarts champion," Dumbledore called, "is Harry Peverel!" The clapping only came from Luna and the foreign students as Harry raised from his chair, walking toward where the other two champions are.
Yet, before he reached half way through, someone yelled "That can't be right! He isn't 17, hell, he is only a fourth year."
Turning his head back, Harry smiled toward the audience saying "The cup doesn't care for age, the only thing that did was the age line, so, like many of the sixth years, I tried to go in, only I succeeded. I guess even Professor Dumbledore make mistakes." The smile on his face might look charming, yet the anger he felt from the headmaster made it hard to be genuine.
Walking away, Harry reached the other two champions.
""Harry?"" They both looked surprised that he was there.
"I managed to put my name in the goblet, I'm the third champion."
Before any of them could say anything an scared looking Marcus came in, behind him walking Ludo Bagman.
"Extraordinary!" Bagman yelled, "Absolutely extraordinary! Gentlemen. . . lady," he added, approaching the fireside and addressing the other three. "May I introduce - incredible though it may seem - the fourth Triwizard champion?"
Harry couldn't help but snicker as he watched the two champions expressions change when hearing that, especially as they sized Marcus before looking at him with questions in their eyes.
"This one used to be my twin before I got kicked out of the family for having a brain, you might know him as the boy who lived." Harry rolled his eyes at the nickname.
"You weren't kicked for having a brain, you were kicked because you are Slytherin."
Before any of them could say another word, More people walked in - Barty Crouch senior and Junior, the three headmasters, Professor Snape, Professor McGonagall and Lily Potter.
"What is ze meaning of zis, Dumbly-dorr?" Madame Maxime said imperiously as they walked in. "I'd rather like to know that myself, Dumbledore," said Professor Karkaroff. He was wearing a steely smile, and his blue eyes were like ch.i.p.s of ice. "Two Hogwarts champions? I don't remember anyone telling me the host school is allowed two champions - or have I not read the rules carefully enough?"
He gave a short and nasty laugh.
"C'est impossible," said Madame Maxime, whose enormous hand with its many superb opals was resting upon Fleur's shoulder. "Ogwarts cannot 'ave two champions. It is most injust."
"Not to mention we were under the impression that your Age Line would keep out younger contestants, Dumbledore," said Karkaroff, his steely smile still in place, though his eyes were colder than ever. "Otherwise, we would, of course, have brought along a wider selection of candidates from our own schools."
"What mister Peverel did," Professor Snape said as he looked at Harry "while I admit I haven't seen coming, isn't against the rules. What we should be asking is what mister Potter did, and why?"
"Did you put your name into the Goblet of Fire, Marcus?" he asked calmly.
"No!"
"Of course my son didn't put his name!" Lily Potter said "Nor did he ask anyone older then him to put it for him!" She added when Dumbledore was about to open his mouth.
"Ah, but of course she is lying!" cried Madame Maxime. Snape was now shaking his head, his lip curling.
"He could not have crossed the Age Line," said Professor McGonagall sharply. "I am sure we are all agreed on that -"
"Oh, but we can't, after all, we have a student that did it already, do we not?" Professor Karkaroff interrupted.
"Boy, how did you move past the age line?"
"I didn't." Harry said, eyes twinkling with mischief. "I threw a paper ball with my name on it like a Quaffle." The people around him were all quiet, until Krum laughed, " I like you Harry."
"Mr. Crouch.. . Mr. Bagman," said Karkaroff, after seeing no one cares about the young student being the champion, his voice unctuous once more, "you are our -er - objective judges. Surely you will agree that this is most irregular?"
Bagman wiped his round, boyish face with his handkerchief and looked at Mr. Crouch, who was standing outside the circle of the firelight, his face half hidden in shadow.
"We must follow the rules," Barty Crouch senior said "and the rules state clearly that those people whose names come out of the Goblet of Fire are bound to compete in the tournament."
"Well, Barty knows the rule book back to front," said Bagman, beaming and turning back to Karkaroff and Madame Maxime, as though the matter was now closed.
"I insist upon resubmitting the names of the rest of my students," said Karkaroff. He had dropped his unctuous tone and his smile now. His face wore a very ugly look indeed.
"You will set up the Goblet of Fire once more, and we will continue adding names until each school has two champions. It's only fair, Dumbledore."
"But Karkaroff, it doesn't work like that," said Bagman. "The Goblet of Fire's just gone out - it won't reignite until the start of the next tournament -"
"- in which Durmstrang will most certainly not be competing!" exploded Karkaroff. "After all our meetings and negotiations and compromises, I little expected something of this nature to occur! I have half a mind to leave now!"
"Empty threat, Professor Karkaroff," Crouch junior said "You can't leave your champion now. He's got to compete. They've all got to compete. Binding magical contract, remember?"
As the a.d.u.l.ts continued to argue, Harry activated his earring and listened to GAI reading a book to him.
While in the middle of listening, he caught Batman was actually explaining about the task.
"The first task will take place on November the twenty-fourth, in front of the other students and the panel of judges.
The champions are not permitted to ask for or accept help of any kind from their teachers to complete the tasks in the tournament. The champions will face the first challenge armed only with their wands. They will receive information about the second task when the first is over. Owing to the demanding and time-consuming nature of the tournament, the champions are exempted from end-of-year tests."
"Harry, Marcus, I suggest you go up to bed," said Dumbledore, smiling at both of them. "I am sure Gryffindor and Slytherin are waiting to celebrate with you, and it would be a shame to deprive them of this excellent excuse to make a great deal of mess and noise."
Harry didn't returned to the Slytherin common room that night, instead he went to the ROR and celebrated not needing to go to any class this year anymore with his three friends
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HARRY'S POV
the next two weeks were full of hiding for Harry.
With the exception of COMC, workouts and meals, Harry stopped leaving the ROR except for going to the chamber of secrets when his past self was using the room.
Something that did wonders to his progress in everything.
His runes reached a total number of 43, which, because he focused on specific ones meant he was halfway there to create a container of magic with only his runes, and start mass producing them.
His forging skill improved, making him able to create stronger effects on his creations, and he even improved in the layering method, letting him put another intent into his creations, reaching a total of three.
Even his medical studies progressed with speed he wasn't used to, with the speed right now he believes that by the new year he would finish the sixth year.
Yet the thing he was proudest of was his research.
With Daphne giving him the blood samples of Nymphadora Tonks, and Remus getting him the books, diaries and journals from the libraries of both the Potter family and the Black family, especially the Black family, Harry managed to figure out the how the metamorphmagus' ability work, even if he still didn't find a way to turn one into one.
He started by researching the blood, he found out it looked just like regular blood until you put pure magic in it.
When you put magic in regular blood, the only thing that happens is that the white blood cells become a little bit stronger, making them more resilient to Bacteria, which was why the magical world has no regular sickness, instead, it has Bacteria that evolved with magic to attack those specific cells.
On the other hand, when pure magic comes into contact with the cells of a metamorphmagus, it has two effects.
On the cellular level, they become a lot like Stem cells, as if they are being reprogrammed.
He also find out that if you keep the pure magic long enough in that state, it will return to be a full time stem cells, which led Harry to the conclusion that metamorphmagus would die from that.
The second effect was on the DNA level.
Not only does the ability change your cells' shape, it also change your physical DNA, at least in the specific location that magic is being poured to, meaning each time metamorphmagus changes a body part, they use the same method he use for transfigurations.
Not cognitively, they don't think of the molecules, the atoms and the cells, Harry didn't believe they could, as even he, with his mind and eidetic memory had it hard with thinking about the different things that made an object what it is.
No, they did all of that subconsciously, and more importantly with their belief.
Their transfigurations, and probably all their magic was almost entirely based on beliefs, and if a journal that was in the Black family's library is true, then while the Ollivander family was one of the oldest professional wand making family, the first one to create a wand was a Black, specifically one that was a metamorphmagus by the name of Felix, who used the way his body works by his wishes, without any needed knowledge, to help his younger sister cast spells by making her a wand with most of his hair changed to look like a stuff, though he didn't have enough mass to make a big one, before cutting it.
While Harry didn't know how much of it is true, the fact that metamorphmagus work with their belief instead of magic made the reason why there was never anyone who was both metamorphmagus and animagus.
While metamorphmagus' ability is based on belief, animagus' is based on knowledge.
To be able to change into the animal, in addition to the potion or ritual that was needed, you also need to know your animal, physically, which is the reason most people don't become one, while making the potion isn't easy, it is the research that makes most wizards and witches give up.
This gave Harry an idea that can be used to cure Astoria, but for that he would need Nagini, you know, as a guinea pig.
While Harry was pleased with his progress and the way he use his time efficiently when not playing music with his friends, the school hasn't shared his sentiment.
The teachers more then once tried to force him to go to class, and when that didn't work guilt trip him into going.
While to the teachers he liked for their enthusiasm or their way of teaching he explained he need to learn faster then class, to other teachers who felt the need to take points from him (He rolled his eyes when he heard that), he hasn't said a word to.
Another group that didn't seem to like the way he act as the champion of Hogwarts was the students, who started enthusiastic, with Slytherin taking charge and promoting him as 'the real Hogwarts champion' and by saying that 'in Hogwarts we don't need a seventh year to beat other schools', with Ravenclaws and Hufflepuff joining in, and even Gryffindors cheering sometimes.
But after a week of him hiding from the headache that the students was causing him, even missing the wand weighting, which made Rita skitter trash talk him in the daily planet, the talks changed into sneers and jabs.
Calling him a snob and saying that at least Marcus is brave enough to walk in school was only the nicest things he heard from them.
Harry really didn't care much, he wanted to study, research and hang with his friends, he didn't care for anything else.
As for ruining the Potters? No matter what, it would only be temporary, the only thing that ruins a person forever is death... and maybe torture
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Chapter: 145145 Turbo broom
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FRED'S POV
The last two and a half months were intense.
The first half of this period of time being used to teach their friends basic Occlumency, of which they all managed to create a small defense that was just enough to resist when they were prepared for it, though they didn't teach it to their little brother, thinking there is no way Professor Moody is crazy enough to use one of the unforgivable curses on forth years, a mistake they would never make again.
The second half was filled with requests to buy the disc duels Harry makees and selling more cards, not to mention music and pranking, they felt as busy as some of the students who actually does homework.
But it was all worth it, cause now it is time for the tournament!
"And now, it is time for the first international card dueling tournament!" The applause showed Fred it is good to feel appreciated.
"But before we begin, about this time's prizes!" His twin said before listing them.
"Third place will get his own speed deck- what's a speed deck you ask, well, a speed deck is a deck of monster cards you play in the air! That's right, monster dueling will now have a version that is played on brooms!" The craze that went in most of the students eyes felt extremely familiar to Fred, which made sense once he realized it was the same look he had on his face when Harry told him about it.
"The second place will get his own Turbo broom, which is a special broom that you need to be able to duel on, we called it that way as a thank you for Tommy and his Eaters for their song that they are going to play after listing the prizes, as a reminder for their first song- hyperdrive!" This time the looks intensified, before applause was shot all around the audience.
"And lastly," George continued after the clapping and shouting stopped. "First place get both a broom and a deck!"
"And now- Tommy and his Eaters!"
Four illusions appeared behind him, and once again Fred couldn't help but feel his admiration for his little brother in all but blood, as that is some advanced magic.
"Fred, George," the illusion that was him in fact said as he smiled at the two of them "this is for you."
Chillin' out with the crew in the school yard
Findin' trouble, never lookin' too hard
Well back at class, they never taught us this
Some things you gotta learn, hit or miss
Tough times, hard climbs
We'll take 'em on together
Right now, let's go!
Everybody let's duel, active the spells!
Game on, get your game on
Come on ya better play your cards right
Game on, get your game on
We'll make the grade and win this fight
We'll make the grade somehow
Yeah!
Everybody let's duel
Game on, get your game on
Come on ya better play your cards right
Come on and get your game on!
Our class is out now, we're done today
Time to whip out our deck, and duel away
The bad guys will come and they will be at last
With all of our friends it will be a blast!
Throw down, a face down
We'll put our all into it
Right now, let's go!
Everybody let's duel, active the spells!
Game on, get your game on
Come on ya better play your cards right
Game on, get your game on
We'll make the grade and win this fight
We'll make the grade somehow
Yeah!
Everybody let's duel
Game on, get your game on
Come on ya better play your cards right
Come on and get your game on!
No matter how many times he heard it, Fred couldn't help but feel this is George and his song, the words, the sound, it connected to his very soul. Too bad Harry isn't here, but their little friends doesn't seem to care as long as as they play together.
Grinning wildly, Fred turned back to the audience. "What an amazing piece! Show your love to Tommy and his Eaters!" The applause was as great as the applause for the broom "And now, Let the games begin!"
CEDRIC'S POV
As he played against one of his Slytherin classmates, Cedric couldn't help but think that instead of this tournament he could have been in another, and how lucky he is that he is not.
When Cedric wasn't chosen as a champion he was both disheartened and relieved.
He felt relieved because he didn't want to be in the stupid tournament in the first place.
It was his seventh year, he was about to have the most important and difficult tests of his life, why on earth would he want to spend most of his free time learning stuff unrelated for that?
The only reason he even put his name in the Goblet was his father, who knew about the tournament way before the school year, and told him he must do it.
On the other hand, he couldn't help but feel disappointed in himself.
Is he really not good enough to win against a forth year? One who is supposably so average he is forgettable? What does it mean about him?
Those questions kept flying in his head for a day or two, until one of his friends asked for a duel.
The moment he started playing with his newly bought duel disk, with his card deck he made by exchanging cards and sometimes by trying his luck with the mystery packages, he felt excitement and happiness just as he feels every time he is on a broom.
It became one of his favorite things, something only second to flying.
And now, knowing the twins somehow combined his two favorites? Cedric knew he has to win this, or at least win second place.
As Augustus, his opponent used his goblin to attack his Flobberworm which was in defense mode, Cedric used his Protego trap card to defend, he won't lose! "It's my turn, and By sacrificing Flobberworm, I summon unicorn in attack mode!" He can win this!
ALBUS' POV
As Albus looked on the duels he kept his smile up, even as he felt restless inside.
Not once but twice the band that made him feel restless managed to twice prevent any detection spells he casted on the illusions from locating where the spells were cast from.
It was maddening!
Which group of children didn't want fame, enough to make sure no one knew who they are, and could simultaneously figure out who Tom is, and create songs catchy enough that he seems unable to get out of his head?
Taking a long breath, Albus calmed himself down.
They will make mistakes, and when they do, he will catch them.
Now, why does it seem like there is another problem he keeps forgetting about?
DRACO'S POV
Draco didn't have the best year.
After many arguments (yes, it was arguments not whining, and if someone said otherwise he would tell his mother, not father, cause he feared him agreeing) he managed to convince his father to take him to the quidditch World Cup, in which the parties seemed to finish early because some people disguised themselves as Death Eaters only to destroy people's fun.
When the school year begun, he found out that not only there isn't any quidditch games this year, but he can't even join the Triwizards tournament, as it was only for 17 years old.
It was then that he decided to pour his all to the other tournaments the school has and bought his own duel disk, and he truly started to enjoy the game, much more then before, when it was only a way to crush those beneath him.
He practiced whenever he had a chance, thinking he is going to crush Potter, only for his rival to join the Triwizards tournament as the fourth champion.
But who cares? He will win this tournament and get his own Turbo broom!
He will show Potter, you don't need luck to become famous!
GEORGE'S POV
Looking at the sea of eyes that looked at him and his twin, most in disappointment, George felt his grin getting bigger.
"And now, for our winners!"
In third place we have Selina Alarie from Beauxbatons with her wonderful use of transfiguration based spell and trap cards! in second place we have Zacharias Smith who uses a Hufflepuff based deck. And lastly, in first place we have in first place Cedric Diggory, who used his COMC deck to show us the power of of Hagrid's lessons!"
His twin now started talking.
"Now, while it is true only two gets the brooms for free, you can either buy them your self for the low price of 24 G 16 S, or can borrow them from us for the price of one Knut an hour! But before you do, let us tell you about the rules of Turbo dueling."
George took his twin's place.
"The game is the same with a few changes:
First- the only spell and trap cards you can play are speed cards, which can only be used in the air, and, of course, you can buy from us from today.
Second- there is one additional monster kinds that can be played in the air, those monsters cards can be used with different cards to create stronger monsters without the need for magic spells, they are called animagi, and the stronger cards they can create are called transfiguration masters!
Third- when a monster attacks you, you will feel it, not literally, but the broom will shake and might even make you fall based on the number of life points lost, if you can evade the monsters, life points will be lost, but no shaking will happen, otherwise, push magic to your broom to stop the shaking, if you fall from the broom it's game over!
Lastly, there is a card both Duelists must play before any game in the air begin called speed field, this field card create a field that based on the number of turns you played give you a number of abilities to choose to use before seeing your counter."
It was then that Fred started talking
"The next tournament, as you probably guested is a Turbo one, so come, practice, and let's see who will be the king of Turbo dueling
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HARRY'S POV
While they other champions used their last week before the task to prepare to face the dragons, now that they knew what the task is, Harry instead used it as another regular week.
With the Turbo dueling becoming a hit, magic overflowed in its container, as the games took much more energy, making Harry create another AI.
The addition of the broom, the speed field magic card and the needed magic to stabilize yourself if you get hurt made people spend much more energy on the game, and as a side affect, strengthen the happy feelings they have when they duel.
While the brooms are based on the Firebolt and the book about creating brooms, not including the little changes like color, there are only two main differences-
The first being the thing it is manufactured from.
While regular brooms are made from wood with their inside built like a wand, having both a core and runes on the inside by a special techniques, with the only differences are the kinds of cores - instead of highly magical beings it is beings that can fly strongly, and the runes instead of being for the sake of general magic - being specific for flight and comfort, the broom Harry and his friends created is made out of metal, with instead of having a core, it has the magical effects of the goblins, only, as usual, layered.
The second difference is its ability to connect with the duel disk, otherwise you can not play.
The biggest problem about that was that as he was the only one that could make both the brooms and the duel disks is that he was being swamped by requests.
Which is why, after three days of working constantly, Harry did the reasonable thing and bought an industrial folding iron machine and metal shaping machine with the money he made for the last couple of years, connected it to a new AI by the name of FACT- which is a short for factory he created from the energy and had it work on those things, something that took him three days, taking the last one before the first task to rest.
Which is why, while the other champions woke up that day nervous and excited, Harry woke up refreshed after a day of relaxation.
Finishing to make his sandwich for the second lunch for the day, he saw Professor Snape commenting toward him.
"Peverel, the champions have to come down onto the grounds now... . You have to get ready for your first task."
Winking to Luna as she waved to him, he took his sandwich and walked outside.
While he was sure if it was any other teacher they would try to calm the student down, Professor Snape walked quietly next to him, half leading him toward the tent for the champions, half making sure he doesn't escape.
As they reached to the tent Harry was just about to walk in when the Professor called out to him.
"Peverel!"
"Yes Professor?"
"Please don't humiliate the school."
"I make no promises."
Walking in he saw the other three contestants already arrived.
The only constant that seemed like the nerves are killing him was Marcus, if only because the other two contestants had a few conversations with Harry about the task once they found out about it and Harry gave each a couple of ideas to try against the dragon, and if those didn't work, they can always use the original ideas they each had.
"Harry! Good-o!" said Bagman happily, looking around at him. "Come in, come in, make yourself at home!"
The eagerness he showed was crappy, though Harry shouldn't have been surprised,
After all, after a deal to split profit 50/50 with Ragnok, he knew that the goblins made sure Bagman would bet on him winning the tournament.
"Well, now we're all here - time to fill you in!" said Bagman brightly. "When the audience has assembled, I'm going to be offering each of you this bag" - he held up a small sack of purple silk and shook it at them - "from which you will each select a small model of the thing you are about to face! There are different - er - varieties, you see.
And I have to tell you something else too.. . ah, yes... your task is to collect the golden egg!" Of course moon looked surprised, with the exception being Marcus, who looked surprised Harry wasn't surprised.
"Ladies first," Bagman said, offering it to Fleur.
She put a shaking hand inside the bag and drew out a tiny, perfect model of a dragon - a Welsh Green. It had the number two around its neck.
It was then Victor's turn. He pulled out the scarlet Chinese Fireball. It had a number three around its neck.
putting his hand into the bag, Harry felt two little creatures, one with sharp objects and one without. Wrapping his half on the one without, Harry pulled out a blueish-gray Swedish Short-Snout, the number one tied around its neck.
Marcus then became pale as he reached inside the bag and pulled the Hungarian Horntail, with the number four hanged around his neck.
"Well, there you are!" said Bagman. "You have each pulled out the dragon you will face, and the numbers refer to the order in which you are to take on the dragons, do you see?
Now, I'm going to have to leave you in a moment, because I'm commentating.
But first. . . Harry, could I have a quick word? Outside?"
"Sure."
Going outside with Bagman near some trees.
"Feeling all right, Harry? Anything I can get you?"
"Na, I'm good, thanks."
"Got a plan?" said Bagman, lowering his voice conspiratorially. "Because I don't mind sharing a few pointers, if you'd like them, you know. I mean," Bagman continued, lowering his voice still further, "you're the underdog here, Harry. . . . Anything I can do to help. . ."
"I got everything I need, but thanks."
A whistle had blown somewhere.
"Good lord, we have got to run!" said Bagman in alarm, and as they both hurried off.
Coming into the tent, Harry headed straight out on the other side where he so the dragon lay.
Now, Harry has never seen a full sized dragon before, especially not a nesting mother, so he couldn't say it before with the same intensity, but seeing it now he could, wizards are crazy mother fuc*ers.
Wizards who see what pretty much is the ultimate predator and say "let's make a game from stealing their most valuable possessions- their children.", and no, Basilisks aren't, seriously, chicken's voice can kill them, dragons, with their size, fire breath, and ferocity and without fear of anything, those are much scarier then giant snakes with killer eyes and deadly venoms who fear chickens.
Taking one look of the dragon, Harry forsook any plan that involved the dragon seeing something takes the golden egg.
Harry raised his wand, which he hasn't used for anything but DADA lessons since the end of second year, and casted an enlargement charm on a rock that lasted on the floor before casting a switching charm, on it, making the golden egg appear in its place, where he picked it up and moved back to the tent that was right behind him, never leaving the one meter area from it.
Coming inside, both Victor and Fleur looked up, Marcus was on the side talking with his mother, Granger and Neville, moon of which noticed his entry.
"Did you it work?" Fleur asked in excitement.
"Yes, though I advice on using the switching charm, as those dragons are scary and I wouldn't want them having any indication their eggs are stolen, though you can use your enchantment before using levitation, just to show off." Harry said while rubbing his the back of his head.
"Oh, Harry, you crazy genius." Fleur rushed to him, hugging him "thank you for being such a good friend and telling us!"
"Don't sweat it, I only joined the tournament for fun."
"No," Victor said "you have our gratitude."
As a whistle once again was heard, Fleur left the tent for her turn.
"Seriously, if you need my help, you have it."
"Well, if you are sure, I might have one thing but it needs to stay a secret the request came from me." At his nod Harry continued "have you heard about Turbo card Dueling
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Harry's POV
With the first task finished, with Fleur getting first place with 45 points for her enchanting the dragon to sleep before levitating the egg toward her.
Victor and him getting second place with 39 points with quick and easy solutions for daunting tasks.
And Marcus getting last place with 38 for his entertaining performance with the broom.
Harry couldn't help but snicker thinking about how Bagman raised the points to 40 in the books.
Leaving that aside, as Harry couldn't care less about the tournament, Harry also got both Fleur and Victor to agree to play the opening game of the Turbo tournament.
Returning to the ROR wasn't as difficult as he thought it would be, as most of the students liked Marcus' performance much more then they liked Harry's, though there were still some students that liked his, mostly from Slytherin and Ravenclaw.
Though, once he actually got to the ROR, he was greeted with food, cake and music, as his three friends arranged a party.
Knowing he has three months before the next task, Harry once again threw himself into work.
With duel disks and brooms being created by machines, Harry once more has an ample of free time, which meant another project could go underway, and this time, with Remus getting him the libraries of five old families, and him now having four pieces of the 8 pieces of Voldemort's soul, Harry started studying the soul, and more specifically, horcruxes.
Both the eastern and the western have their own study on the soul.
The eastern books he has are more philosophical, they are all about what the soul is, and worse, it was always a sentence or two in a book, making it impossible without GAI to put together all the pieces according to the sects and understand what they meant.
Some say it is a person's magic.
Some say it is a person's beliefs.
Some say it is a person's memories.
But most of the books thinks it is a combination of the three.
The thing is, every thing in this world has magic most have only passive magic, and the world's belief is affecting it through this magic.
Magical beings on the other hand, has active magic, making them able to combat with the world's belief with their own.
The thing is, a person isn't born with beliefs, he isn't born with memories, the only thing a person is born with is magic, which is the 'pure soul' of a new born that most rituals talk about.
As you grow, memories, experiences and beliefs are what shaping a person's soul to create what each and every one of us has- true souls.
The thing with magic is, every time you use it you shape your soul, which is why, while people without active magic take years, life times, and sometimes even then it isn't enough to understand who they are and their 'Dao', magical people can do it much quicker by using magic.
The westerns on the other hand, has a much more practical view on the matter.
They give you spells to use, with the minimum explanations on how they affect you, and by doing them, you understand the effects yourself.
While it does help, having spells to research about actual effects instead of just learning about the philosophy of what a soul is, it wasn't until he studied one of the books on memory charms that Harry understood its original purpose and couldn't help but think, that if he ever need its affects, he would use it himself.
Memory charms are at the base of them work with the notion that the soul is shaped by experience.
The idea is, that if you can put different experiences and delete unwanted ones you could change the soul shape.
The one who wrote this book stated that he is about to use it to shape his soul to the perfect shape- a circle, as a way to maximize his potential as a wizard and his time alive, Harry didn't know if it was true or not, and he had no intention on finding out.
It is one thing thinking of deleting memories from your brain, but deleting them from your soul? No way.
Instead, Harry thought about what he learned about becoming a Demi-god and a god, if all you need is belief, you only has to do as he did to Remus, creating a bunch of fanatics down to their very soul, though ether way, it will have to wait until his body undergoes the ritual to become shapeshifter.
Harry believed that the only reason no one has ever done that before was because the book explaining what the memory charm actually is was in the Smith family's library and even if someone read it, he would also have to have read through thousands of books in Chinese to find out its uses.
Horcrux on the other hand, was extremely simple to understand.
While that piece of magic was created by Herpo in Ancient Greece, one of the wizards that specialized in soul magic.
It came from Egypt, where sorcerers who feared Death and its realm managed to create a ritual to preserve their soul inside their body by mummifying it, making them undead.
Herpo took it a step farther, he created a spell, that its purpose is to rip his soul in to two, weakening him yet making him have all the time in the world to return to his peak as he created a connection to the world that can't be ignored by Death and its realm.
He then used the same ritual the sorcerers used only on an object outside of his body, making it host his soul.
The thing is, a soul which already has a shape, magic and consciousness, can use belief to get stronger, which is why the diary had the ability, once Ginny trusted and believed in him, to grow stronger and more complete.
The spell that tears your soul only has one 'unfortunate' side effect.
Tearing the soul release energy that is almost impossible to block, making the thing it hits lose it's soul to the realm of Death.
Today it is known as the 'killing curse'.
Finding the ritual to make an horcrux wasn't hard, which meant he had a new idea on how to manipulate the war so the final outcome would be both side losing.
Harry is about to replace Voldemort
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HARRY'S POV
While Harry had no plan to go to the Yule Ball, after getting blackmailed by Professor Snape that if he didn't his time turner would be confiscated, Harry decided to go.
Though, considering he only had one true female friend, who he knew that without a date would be unable to go, and he truly didn't want to go without her, he decided to ask Luna.
"Hey Luna," he asked as they sat at the ROR, Luna in her books, and Harry had GAI read him about his medical studies as he finished another one of his runes.
"Yes Harry?" She said without raising her head from the book.
"Would you go with me to the Yule Ball?"
LUNA'S POV
It finally happened, he asked her to go with him to the Ball.
She hoped it would happen, hoped he would ask her, knew her chances were better then most as Daphne was already asked and he doesn't have many friends.
But still, she knew there was a chance he wouldn't, he could have asked one of the foreigners, the French champion didn't have a date yet and she was one of the friends Harry made this year.
With other people it was easy to know how to talk to, with their emotional creatures (how she and Harry started to call the beings she saw in peoples mind) and their auras it was easy to know how most people would react to anything.
But not with Harry.
Harry, for some reason, had no creatures close to him, a reason she felt Harry knew but had no plans to tell her, something that while annoyed her sometimes, she learned to live with, yet with it, and his aura being defended by Occlumency, only showing her colors related to it, made it impossible to know how he felt.
So, when he asked her she wasn't ready to that type of question at all making her brain freeze.
"I'm sorry, what?"
"I asked if you would go with me to the Yule Ball."
"Em... yes, yes I would." She said smiling
"That's great," he smiled the same smile he had after their concert at the quidditch World Cup, a smile that was more genuine then any another smile she saw him ever having.
Harry's smiled usually have a secret purpose behind them, like a shrewd businessman closing a deal, even if both sides win, there is always an agenda to his smiles.
It is only those smiles, the ones he has when they play music or when he explain magic to her or now, that feel like a sunrise, like the night is over and the day is about to begin.
It is a smile she hope to one day see every time he looks at her, it is a smile full of life.
HARRY'S POV
While Harry focused most of his time that month about learning the ritual how to make an object horcrux, he didn't forget his other projects.
He finished most of his sixth year's medical studies, having only a book left for him to be done.
His runes reached the number of 62, making him only need 12 more to create his new magical container, one that is connected to smaller containers with a floo network to make it possible to pass the magic people use in duels to it.
While apparition works like the switching charm, switching between you and the air it the place, therefore creating a void for second which is the cause of the sound, and portkey works by making the world believe for a second that the two places are the same space, making it the hardest magical transportation method to create, with the vanishing cabinets working the same way those two are the second most dangerous methods to travel.
Floo network is surprisingly, is the most dangerous method of them all as it is the only method that works surprisingly like phones.
In phones the sound waves is being converted into electrical current that moves to the other phone and then strikes the diaphragm in a way that converts it to sound waves.
In floo network, it works by the same way only changes your entire body into magical energy, which is probably why neither Voldemort or Dumbledore use it, like ever.
It is also why it is the best thing to use on his magical containers.
As for his research about metamorphmagus and other shapeshifting methods, it is a slow going, as he needs to slowly create ritual that combines both it and the animagus ritual, and to do that he would need a lot of Guiana pigs, which he will only have in about a year.
The last thing that he works on, the Fidelius charm, actually progressed more then expected, Harry managed to confirm that the more people that know a secret, the more belief and magic it takes to cast the charm, and that casting it on any part of the werewolf curse would be impossible, in the other hand, he might be able to twist this charm into a rune scam and create a room in which the world's beliefs don't affect the beings that inside.
As for Christmas presents, Harry made each of his friends a leg bracelet that not only had unbreakable charm in it, but also a charm whose ability is to lower air resistance, making them faster and an unnoticeable, dormant tracking charm which can only activate by GAI if he needs to find them.
As for other people who he needed to give gifts to, he gave Remus similar leg bracelet, also unbreakable, only instead of air resisting charm, he has put the intent of trust on it to strengthen his loyalty while simultaneously putting a cheering charm to make him addicted to the object and so every time he has bad moment he will pour magic into the bracelet, he also made a hair clip for Daphne from coals and pressed it to become diamonds, not putting anything extra in it, at least not for now.
But non of that mattered right now, as he looked up and saw Luna coming down the stairs in her dress, saw her smiling as she waved toward him, and it was just so her, yet at the same time, it was like seeing someone totally different.
It wasn't Luna, the eleven years old girl he became friends with on the train.
It was Luna, the amazing young women he knows now, who isn't only beautiful, but can actually hold conversation with him without any of them being bored.
"Shall we, Mademoiselle?" He said with a smile.
"Oh, monsieur, we shall." She answered in a smile that looked like the sunrise, full of life, as they walked in.
As they walked in Harry looked around to see what they did with the place, as the room filled with applause.
The walls of the Hall had all been covered in sparkling silver frost, with hundreds of garlands of mistletoe and ivy crossing the starry black ceiling. The House tables had vanished; instead, there were about a hundred smaller, lantern-lit ones, each seating about a dozen people.
Walking toward the middle of the field, Harry remembered to take a glance on who were the other champion's partners, and unsurprisingly, they stayed the same, maybe he should have warned Victor about Granger, but he didn't, if only because one thing, the song he wrote for this occasion, but that will come after the slow dances at the start.
While dencing slowly with Luna was enjoyable, he could see both of them were waiting for the faster, more energetic songs, so when the first song was over, both for them left for the table, to eat and talk while other people dance.
No matter what, he was sure this will be a memorable night
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FLEUR'S POV
If Fleur was being honest, she was kinda disappointed about this Ball.
With only four guys coming from her school, all of them in relationsh.i.p.s with four of the girls that came, she knew, from the second she were told about the Ball that her date would have to come from either one of the other two schools.
And while it only took one conversation with one of the Durmstrang students about the Ball to realize their headmaster told them to take specific women as a way of gaining information, even going as far as having Victor take Marcus' friend, never realizing she didn't have a date.
That made it so that the only students that she could take were from Hogwarts, the only problem was that with the exception of some Slytherin students, most of them hating the Veela, non had the needed Occlumency to shield themselves from the allure, and those that didn't hate the Veela and had Occlumency already had a date.
The only exception being one of her new friends, who is also one of the champions.
Harry Peverel.
She kinda hoped he would ask her out, even though he is only 14 years old, he, unlike his twin brother, had the body of an a.d.u.l.t.
Yet it wasn't meant to be, by the time she was tired of waiting and asked him herself he already asked Luna, another one of her new friends.
It was frustrating, but in the end she waited so long that the only one she could ask that wouldn't look like she dates a small child was Roger Davies, who right now was sitting next to her with a very dazed look on his face as she and her friends talked.
Victor on the other hand was busy annoying his date by saying her name wrong and have her try to fix it after she told him he shouldn't be friends with Harry and Luna, as they are Slytherin.
"I understand why poltergeist in a school isn't a great idea studying wise." Harry said after she complained about it. "But I find that the pranking Peeves does are both funny and make sure students don't take life too seriously."
"Oh yeah," she said with a smile "So why are you so serious?" If there was one thing you can't say about Harry is that he is a chill guy, he is interesting conversationalist and a good friend, but he is always so serious.
"That's simple, I never got caught in his pranks."
Before they could have continued their conversation, Dumbledore stood up and asked the students to do the same. Then, with a wave of his wand, all the tables zoomed back along the walls leaving the floor clear, and then he conjured a raised platform into existence along the right wall.
It was then that Ludo Bagman said "I'm happy to announce that the band 'Tommy and his Eaters' are about to perform their first concert."
On the platform appeared the four illusions that was a part of why she liked this castle a little bit.
Yet she noticed, that instead of singing, they then changed to four different illusions, and where once was Bellatrix, now sat an illusion of Fleur, with the other band members taking the looks of a different champions.
It was only then that Tommy, now looking like Victor started to sing.
I wanna be the very best
Like no one ever was
The tournament is my real test
Eternal glory is my goal
I have traveled to Britain
Looking for my shot
Everyone will understand
The power that's inside
In me! Gotta win this all! (It's you vs me)
I know it's my destiny
Oh yeah! this will be mine in the end
My school's honor I will defend
Triwizards! Gotta win it all! (A heart so true)
My mind will pull me through
No beating me I'll beat you
Triwizards! Gotta win it all (gotta beat you all!)
Yeah!
As the song played, Fleur moved past the embarrassment and started to really like the song, in the end of it joining Harry and Luna as they danced together, only to be joined by Victor as he left his date.
Maybe she doesn't need a date to have a good time, maybe she just need good friends.
VICTOR'S POV
Being a quidditch star doesn't have many down sides, although, if Victor had to name one, he would have said it is his inablity to make new friends that weren't affected by his status.
In all his years in Durmstrang he was never one with many friends.
He was too much into his studies and quidditch instead of socializing that even now, as he looks back, couldn't see any of his schoolmates or teammates considering him as a friend.
Of course, that changed when he became the youngest professional quidditch player in the world, not to mention him taking the Bulgarian team by the nose to the World Cup.
Suddenly everybody wanted to be friends, and all that they seem to talk to him about was quidditch.
It was like he wasn't the top of the class since first year anymore, all everybody remembered him as is the seeker, which is why he decided to join the tournament, to show them he is more then just a grunt.
A mistake that he regrets deeply.
Fighting dragons? Who on earth thought it was a way to show courage and ability? No matter what plan he thought about, even ones that succeeded only showed either cruelty or a way to show you having a death wish, and Victor wasn't planning to die.
Then, two days before the task, one of the other champions, one who befriended all of the foreigners students, who, Victor noticed, didn't care about quidditch, talked with both Fleur and him about the dragons, telling them about finding out about the test of retrieving a fake egg from a nesting mother, and about his plan of using simple spells to pass the task with minimum effort and that they should also do it.
And it actually worked!
With gratitude, Victor offered his help for whatever the boy needs, and the favor the boy wanted was for him to help his other friends by being the first to play Turbo dueling.
Victor didn't know much about friendship, but he knew he wanted one like that.
One that you are always doing your best to help your friends.
Which is why, his date, the one he asked because his headmaster ordered him to ask even though he didn't want to as he is into more mature women not little girls, was driving him crazy.
While she does seem to know a lot, every conversation with her seem to be like talking with books.
She never has any opinion on anything magic related, only quotes books.
It was only while they were sitting at their table during the Ball when he asked her about Harry.
"Oh, you shouldn't be friends with people like him, he is a Slytherin." Now, Victor didn't understand much about the house method of this school, but he did know that Slytherin is one of the houses.
Frowning his brows, Victor asked
"What does being in Slytherin have to do with being friends, Hermiany?"
"It's Hermione, and Slytherin is evil, everyone know it."
'Oh, she is one of those' he thought, one of the people that judge a person based on the group he is in, who would say Durmstrang is evil for having taught Grindelwald.
"Sure thing, Herme-own" as she seemed to feel annoyed by his way of twisting her name, Victor could see Fleur's mouth twitch into a smile.
By the time they finished the debate on how he would call her, the band of illusions that seem to sing sometimes in this school arrived, only to change their looks to look like the four champions and with him as the main lead starting to sing, Harry and his date, a lovely girl by the name of Luna went to dance and after Fleur joined them, Victor couldn't help himself but join.
Maybe he doesn't regret as much joining this tournament
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FRED'S POV
'I should have asked Alicia to the Yule Ball instead of Angelina' Fred thought as they danced together, George and Katie dancing near them, though he really wished she stopped talking about the unfairness of there not having quidditch this year.
"... there are only three tasks and they happen 3 month apart, why can't we have quidditch in the mean while?" He heard the same thing for the last four months, and it was George who actually had taken a liking to her, only wasn't willing to put up with her constant talking about quidditch, he was actually planning to ask Fleur Delacour, who Harry told him was looking for a date, only to ask Angelina instead when trying to prove a point to their little brother.
'At least the music good' he thought with a smirk as another song was playing, the first one they didn't make to promote products or for laughs, only thing that sucks is that as George was the lead singer, and Luna is the one that sings it, so his twin got the chance to play the drums making Fred jealous.
"The next song is about never giving up, and the one to sing it won't be me, give it up to Bella." Applauses were heard around the audience before the song begun.
I hold the message that's our rising hope!
As the song begun, illusions of the champions standing against the dragons were shown making people who were talking stoped and look around themselves.
(Hey, welcome to a special rising
Can you please stay on standby?)
Here we go!
I'm in too deep to keep my sanity as world around comes to its end
I try my best to calm down heart but with this overwhelming blow I fall short
Still I hold it back: The desperation that's swelling deep inside my soul
But if this path's another dead end then I swear to God that I'll go berserk
Pay attention! Hey, what is it? (Watch your step now)
Just shut your mouth, I know your lie
(Are you serious?!) No, No, No don't worry! 1, 2, 3
Listen close to the rhythm of my heart
I blink away the haziness that's in my way
You gotta keep your faith in me
I swear I'll never let you down
Do you trust me?
Some may say that I'm blind but I can hear that shot in the dark
Now matter how I now find glory or defeat
Against a foe that I can't beat
I will still wake up to a brand new day (I believe rising hope)
There's not a spell or swell of magic left in me but still I won't surrender
I'll see our wish come true 'cause I can't forsake the oath I made to you
(I sing my heart)
If tears scream to break free
I'll crush that cry with the resolve now swelling in me
I hold the message that's our rising hope!
As the song ran its course Fred still felt this unbelievable sense of pride.
This song was with quick and complicated rhythm, not to mention the longest they ever did.
Knowing it came out this good! It made all the practice hours worth it.
As the song finished, there was a brake, when everyone who danced could rest as familiar ('boring' his mind supplied) songs took place.
Going to take something to drink, he accidentally heard an argument Ron and Hermione were having.
"Viktor?" his little brother said snakly. "Hasn't he asked you to call him Vicky yet?" Fred Really need to teach him how to talk with the ladies
Hermione looked at him in surprise. "What's up with you?" she said.
"If you don't know," said Ron scathingly, "I'm not going to tell you." He can't believe it, his brother is using the lines his mother keep telling his father, Fred swallowed a laughter as he listened
"Ron, what - ?"
"He's from Durmstrang!" spat Ron. "He's competing against Marcus! Against Hogwarts! You -you're -" Ron was obviously casting around for words strong enough to describe Hermione's crime, "fraternizing with the enemy, that's what you're doing!"
Hermione's mouth fell open.
"Don't be so stupid!" she said after a moment. "The enemy! Honestly - who was the one who was all excited when they saw him arrive? Who was the one who wanted his autograph? Who's got a model of him up in their dormitory?"
Ron chose to ignore this. "I s'pose he asked you to come with him while you were both in the library?"
"Yes, he did," said Hermione, the pink patches on her cheeks glowing more brightly. "So what?"
"What happened - trying to get him to join spew, were you?"
"No, I wasn't! If you really want to know, he - he said he'd been coming up to the library every day to try and talk to me, but he hadn't been able to pluck up the courage!"
Hermione said this very quickly, and blushed so deeply that she was the same color as Marcus's date's robes.
"Yeah, well - that's his story," said Ron nastily.
"And what's that supposed to mean?"
"Obvious, isn't it? He's Karkaroff's student, isn't he? He knows who you hang around with. . . . He's just trying to get closer to Marcus - get inside information on him - or get near enough to jinx him -"
'So my brother does have a brain.' Fred thought as he listen, he heard from Harry that Krum told him about Karkaroff choosing his date for him. 'I guess I owe George five Knuts'
Yet, Hermione didn't think it is funny as she looked as though Ron had slapped her. When she spoke, her voice quivered.
"For your information, he hasn't asked me one single thing about Harry, not one -"
Ron changed tack at the speed of light.
"Then he's hoping you'll help him find out what his egg means! I suppose you've been putting your heads together during those cozy little library sessions -"
"I'd never help him work out that egg!" said Hermione, looking outraged. "Never. How could you say something like that - I want Marcus to win, you know that Marcus, don't you?" The boy who lived looked like he is stuck between two natural disasters, and in a way, a was.
"Why don't you go and find Vicky, he'll be wondering where you are," said Ron.
"Don't call him Vicky!" She said storming off.
As Fred took the drinks away, he couldn't help but think, how did Harry knew it was about to happen?
GEORGE'S POV
George was having a terrific night.
Katie was fun to be with, the food was delicious and, of course, the songs are great.
Yet, everything must come to an end, and as the night being almost over the illusion of Tommy said "Until now, all the songs were for love and success, this next song is for failure, and it is for all the couples that won't survive after tonight, enjoy- the breakup song."
An illusion of Ron, their little brother, and Hermione was shown to everyone, and the singer was Ron
I love you, yes
And I'll confess
The thought of staying is so enticing
And when you speak
My knees get weak
I can't believe what I'm sacrificing
But let's get real
We know the deal
So darling let's not tiptoe
This thing we had
Was not just bad
It was a shit show
We can't undo, can't make amends
Dysfunction is our way of living
We can't unsay the things we said
Nor can we forget their meaning
There's 'hard to get', then there's neglect
To say it's fate, you'd have to be a bit slow
Not to be crass
But this sucked ass
This was a shit show
Firefyre next to us looks like a campfire
Cruciatus is just some tickling
We have magic, of course, but that's a formula for divorce
A play about pieces of feces is what we are together
Oh, what the hell, let's get a hotel
'Cause life is short and we're not getting any younger
But after s.e.x, what happens next
I mean in the long run, not just fatigue and hunger?
And when you say that I should stay
That's exactly when I should split
Though I won't forget, I won't regret
This beautiful, heart stopping
Breathtaking, life-changing...!
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