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Chapter 106: Prestigious Schools Pt.2
Everyone stood there shivering slightly waiting for the other schools to arrive. Most people were gazing hopefully up at the sky trying to see if the others would arrive by some flying magical transportation.
He felt bad for the students from Jordan as they basically had nothing on, and Beauxbatons girls as well as their uniform was made of fine silk that nearly kept the cold away. Warming charms were cast around to keep warm and toasty, Harry didn't have to worry about that since his robes already came with the spell built in. Still, the spells could only do so much.
For a few minutes, the silence was broken only by Madame Maxime's huge horses snorting and stamping. And then...
"Can you hear something?" Neville asked as he curiously looked around.
Harry listened; at first, he didn't catch anything, but when he focused his ear, honing in his enchanted senses he gained from the ritaul and assimilation of the Legendary creatures he caught a deep roiling sound as if the sea itself was being parted.
"The lake!" one Beauxbatons girl cried out, pointing at it. "Look at the lake!"
Everyone turned to look at the lake, and from the position at the top of the lawns overlooking the
grounds, everyone had a clear view of the smooth black surface of the water - except that the surface was suddenly not so smooth anymore.
Some sort of disturbance seem to be taking place deep from within the lake as great bubbles were forming on the surface, and waves crashed over the muddy banks. Then, out in the very middle of the lake, the water was ripped asunder to both sides as something slowly rouse up from the watery depth.
"What the help is that?" Lavender asked to no one in particular.
Harry could understand her confusion as what came out of the lake was a submarine!
Slowly, magnificently, the tub rose out of the water, gleaming in the moonlight as it came to shore with its head banking on the shore.
The Oceania Academy of Wizardry had arrived!
They were on the leading edge of cutting magic technology, unlike most wizards, they familiarize themselves with new and interesting muggle technology and build off of it to make their own versions that could operate around wizards and witches. And they further build on that as they have created many wondrous devices and magic tech!
Located some where deep within the South Pacific Ocean, they are well known for producing fine Artificers, Tinkers, Enchanters, Alchemists, Magic Smiths, and so forth!
Then in the hubbub of one school's arrival, another came into the scene with a loud Roar that shook the year.
Everyone turned in the direction of the sound and saw immense serpentine creatures darting through the sky, they each had long whiskers the flowed behind them in the air and beards that leant them moe wise appearances.
The Chinese dragons!
They were totally different from the Western Dragons here who were more animalistic and savage and some times thought of as evil because of that.
The Eastern dragons, on the other hand, where more noble and wise as they were seen as a sign of good throughout Asia where they resided in.
There were dozens of them darting through the sky and on their back he could see the small forms of people!
The Shanghai Institute of Magic had arrived!
Located in the heart of China, they were an old school with rich history to their name. There were known for practicing the more mystical side of magic such as Chi, Chakara, Wu Xing, Feng Shui, and so forth.
And that wasn't the end of things as suddenly there was the loud sound of a tree falling in a forest. Looking up in the air the sound grew as a trunk started to expand out. Roots grew out as well nearly touching the ground and branches started to reach high into the heaven as leaves growing on it.
Before long there was a massive tree with tribal painting on it taking up a good portion of the sky.
The Uagadou School of Magic had arrived!
Located in Central Africa, it was a school that stood the test of time as it was the most ancient academy there was. Uagadou was well known for its more Nature focused studies as you can learn Plant magic, Weather, Elemental, Shapeshifting, Herbology, and so much more.
Inside of traditional desert music that filled the air like before, this time there was a deep chanting sound that came from the direction of the lake.
Where the lake was clear for all to see before now there was a deep mist about which prevented everyone from seeing where the sound was coming from.
Then all of a sudden a ship figurehead came into view from within the mist, it was made out of black material so Harry couldn't make it out, however his eyes were only focused on the skeletal like ship that glided across the lake.
It was lit in an eerie green glow, and he immediately knew what it was, a Ghost Ship. Pulling the ropes of the mast as the ship was set on anchor where Draugens, sea ghosts of sailors that died at sea.
Durmstrang school of magic has arrived!
Located some where in Northern Europe, the Durmstrang Durmstrang was a school well known for always siding on the Dark Side. They produced many dark wizards, and one that came to recent memory was Gellert Grindelwald himself.
They focused on the more deathly aspect of magic such as Necromancy, Soul, Nether, Disease, and Destruction. And they were one of the few schools like Beauxbatons which was one gender only, in this case, all boys.
"Welcome, welcome," Dumbledore greeted the headmaster and mistresses that came forth.
Stepping out of the hatch of the submarine was an Australian man with goggles on his forehead and a clockwork tophat on his head.
On the top branch of the towering tree was a giant bird that arced lighting throughout its dark blue feathers, it took to the air with a loud Caw and then swooped down. In a flash, the Thunderbird transformed into a reddish brown skinned woman with tribal marking on her body and her hair in dark braids which reached to her back.
Jumping off the head of the lead dragon was an elderly man in long flowing traditional Hanfu robes with a headpiece on that tied most of his snow white hair in a bun.
Leading the procession of boys from off the Ghost Ship was a heavy fur-clad man with a long pointed beard.
"Headmaster Zhuan Hui," Dumbledore called out to the old man.
"Headmaster Spencer Allen," he nodded his head to the strangely dressed man.
"Headmistress Ekuseni Khaya," he smiled at the fit and athletic woman.
"Headmaster Igor Karkaroff," he briskly greeted. which was understandable
"I see that you finally decided to grace us with your presence," Jafar shook his head.
"Took yo' long enough," Madame Maxime said, "my poor girls 're freezing out here thanks to all of yo'!"
"I do believe we aren't the last ones to arrive," Headmaster Zhuan Hui pointed out with a small smile as he rubbed his long white beard.
"Heah I thaw' we were a few moments lyte and were going t' be the last t' ahroive," Headmaster Spencer Allen spoke up as he took out a Mechanical pocket watch and stared at the time.
"They come now," Headmistress Ekuseni Khaya simply said as she crossed her hands together.
Abruptly there was a loud sonic BOOM which shook the very air itself, everyone turned to look at the horizon from which the sound originated.
At first, no one could make heads or tales at all where the sound came from but off in the distance speeding forms came into view. They were going fast, very fast as they were nothing more than strikes in the air. Slowly everyone started to see as the forms came closer that they were wizards and witches on brooms.
You might wonder why they weren't freezing popsicles or a wet stain with how fast they were going high up in the freezing air, but this was Mahoutokoro School of Magic!
Located in Japan, Mahoutokoro was well known for producing powerful warrior wizards! They were known for practicing the more physical aspect of magic just like his family as their class in Psychical Augmentation and Biological change was the best in the world!
Their students were known to be instilled with a strict honor code remanence of the great samurai of old! And each of them where required to be at peak human conditions to withstand the grueling and very taxing magics they implore. Also, their love of Quidditch was well known so it was no wonder they came flying in on brooms.
They weren't the last arrive as the very earth begin to temple at that moment. Everyone looked around wildly for the source of the disturbance which only grew in volume as now Harry could very defiantly make out that they were the heavy foot fall of many stampeding feet.
Coming close and close, Harry pinpointed that the sounds and heavy shaking caused by many feet were coming from dep within the Forbidden Forest! Then something broke through the tree line, something large and scaly with sharp rows of teeth and thought to be long extinct from the face of this planet.
A fucking dinosaur!
Or more accurately a velociraptor with a rider on its back.
The Raptor let out a bark as its rider drew it to a close, and that wasn't the end.
Suddenly more and more dinosaurs ran out, stomped out, or just lumbered out of the tree line. There was a wild variety to them; from Ankylosaurus, Edmontosaurus, Deinonychus, Baryonyx, Parasaurolophus, Spinosaurus, Stegoceras, Stegosaurus, Triceratops, and the list just went on.
Then from out of the center of the tree line came out a Tyrannosaurus, it let out a loud might roar as it stomped out of the forest. There were a few gasps and shouts as many took a step back from the ferocious creature.
Castelobruxo had arrived!
Located deep within the Amazon rainforest, Castelobruxo was a school that focused on beast taming and study! They were well known for their legendary Magizoologist who made many great strides in those particular fields.
The dinosaurs as he heard it, was a recent addition to the school. It was said a very powerful wizard who was a Castelobruxo graduate was able to bring back these long lost creatures.
Everything was kept under wraps and Castelobruxo had kept this a close to heart, but the surprise and uproar in the wizarding world was of course massive. This was indeed a very great undertaking, and whoever this wizard who done this - they would go down in history as one of the greats.
He heard that the wizard behind it planned to open a park, and that was of course something Harry was looking forward to.
Still it did show Harry that there was so much going on out there in the world besides Magical Britain's little impending war. Wizards and Witches were making great strides forward and doing amazing things.
It did instill into Harry an urgency to move along his great own little undertaking such as the Mirror phone, telly, computer, and web plus the magic firearms as well. Those new magical inventions would change the face of the wizarding world as he knew it and he himself would go down in history as one of the greats!
Breaking him out of his thought was a loud moan that split the air. Out of the sky, a very enormous form came into shape one of a sea turtle except that it was so massive that you can make its bulk from so far away in the distance.
On its shell was a whole fricking island that came with its complementary trees, waterfall, hills, foliage, and so much more.
Ilvermorny School of Witchcraft and Wizardry had arrived at long last.
It was the youngest school among the bunch, a bit more than half a millennium, but it was built from a strong foundation as plenty of Native American traditions, history, and magic formed the bases of the school.
Ilvermorny focused on the more spiritual side of magic as they were well known for their Totemism, Astral, Dream, Divination, Animal, Spirit, Nature, and healing arts.
"So fine for you to join us," Dumbledore greeted the new arrivals of headmaster and mistresses.
Jumping off the T-rex was a brown skinned man with rippling muscle that showed through his casual jersey shirt. He had a wild savage feel about him and besides his jersey shirt he had on shorts with football cleats.
Removing her pilot goggles was a short petite pale, unblemished light-skinned woman with rosy cheeks. She had on aviator scrubs with a dark brown jacket, tight fitting pants, and a scarf around her neck to keep warm.
Descending from the floating turtle above was a reddish brown-skinned woman with tribal feathers in her long silky black hair and many animal bones of bracelets and necklace on her. She had on a short skirt and a simple brown handspun tunic.
"Welcome, Headmaster Lucas Santos," he greeted the large man.
"Welcome Headmistress Kaya Nita," he nodded his head to the Native American woman.
"And welcome Headmistress Mikasa Rai," he inclined his head to the Japanese woman.
"Apologies for the late arrival," Kaya Nita dipped her head.
"No problem, no problem at all," Dumbledore smiled.
"So are we all here?" Mikasa Rai asked as she looked about.
"Koldovstoretz are still not here," Lucas Santos rumbled.
"If I had to hazard a guess, they want us to wait at our expanse," Jafar snorted out loud.
"Mhm, they purposely did this to upstage everyon'," Madame Maxime replied.
"Is that not what we all planned?" Igor Karkaroff came to the defense.
"Now, now," Dumbledore said, but before he could finish his sentence the wind begin to pick up and the temperature all of the sudden dropped a couple of degrees.
Everyone shivered in place as they turned to the great lake where a miniature blizzard picked up. Slowly the very lake seem to freeze over at a rapid pace as before long it was nothing more than a solid layer of ice.
"My tub," Spencer Allen called out as icicles started to form on his submarine
Igor ship was fine since it could go immaterial.
Then the blizzard parted as two gigantic figures came into view. They were humongous hulking figures of giants though that really wasn't accurate since these seem to be made up of blue ice, with massive horns coming out of the side of their heads. And they stood over a 100 feet tall.
No these were Jotun!
True giants!
The two massive beings each where pulling long chains that took all their strength to haul. And attached to the chains was a grand Ice Palace!
That came with all its amenities of course such as long spiraling towers with onion domes on top. With lavish and over-the-top decorations, made up of beautiful glowing crystalline ice, fine finish touches, and splendid designs.
The Jotun came to a stop at the shores and let their chains fall to the ground, then they stood to either side stand still.
Koldovstoretz had at long last arrived!
You can expect this from a school as fine and well established as Koldovstoretz. They long surpassed Durmstrang in the Dark Arts as they mastered the Maleficium art long ago.
Koldovstoretz was a school where you could learn the true dark Arts in all its glory. They have fine studies of Shadow Magic, Blood Magic, Curses, Rituals, Chaos, and Demonic magics. However it is a school for the most pure and austere of the old bloodlines as you can only expect those of Royal, Duke, Marquiss family to get in.
Promptly long stairs appeared leading down and out of the palace stepped out a girl in a long flowing royal gown with a fan that covered most of her face. Behind her was a stern man dressed in a black suit with white gloves on.
"Headmaster Boris Sergey," Dumbledore greeted the man who stood respectfully behind the girl.
Then looking down at the girl Dumbledore inclined his head, "Your royal highness!"
Seeing that everyone was here at long last, Dumbledore turned around to face the now massive milling crowd.
"Welcome, welcome all to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry! We are so glad to host the 107th Triwizard Tournament. We welcome each and every single one of you into our home and hope you would enjoy your welcoming!"
At the old man's final word Harry timed it perfectly for the spectacles to go off. Fireworks begin to light up the sky and the other visually striking performance that the whole student committee had planned out went off.
From the woo and ahh that went up, Harry saw that everyone seem to be enjoying it, finally things were wrapped up with a sky broom writing of Welcome to Hogwarts!
With that, the Triwizard Tournament has officially commenced.
[A/N: Man this chapter took forever to write! I hope you all enjoy!]
ELEVEN Prestigious schools; Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, Beauxbatons Academy of Magic, Castelobruxo, Durmstrang Institute, Ilvermorny School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, Jordan Academy of Sorcery, Koldovstoretz, Shanghai Institute of Magic, Mahoutokoro School of Magic, Oceania Academy of Wizardry, and Uagadou School of Magic!
Pics of Headmaster and mistresses will be up on the next chapter, for now, enjoy these!
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Giant Tree: gallery/36504311/African-Fantasy-Landscape
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Which school would you go to? I am curious to know? So let's cast some votes!
1. Hogwarts
Chapter 107: Wild Reception
After the exhilarating spectacles prepared by the student committee was over, Dumbledore smiled at everyone and spoke up cheerily. "Now why don't we head back inside. I am sure you all want to come in from the chilly autumn wind and keep warm and toasty where the fireplace is nearby!"
Shuffling into the castle's front gates, Harry recrossed the entrance hall with the rest of the Hogwarts students and heading for the Great Hall where the welcoming feast awaited.
At this point, everyone was part of a milling crowd as they moved at a snail pace with the Headmasters and mistresses chatting at the far back of the crowd alongside with the Hogwarts Professors.
Once they walked inside the Great hall, everyone saw that things had been changed up. The room was magically expanded out to fit the large increase in number. The tables were also rearranged, instead of the usual four long tables that each respected house sat at; now there were 11 large tables of varying shapes and sizes.
In the center was of course the Hogwart's table which was the largest of them all to fit the whole student body. It was circular in shape and had a yellow cloth laid on top of it with the four house animals animatedly moving about magically.
What had most Hogwarts students in a twist was that they never broke the house barriers in place built up since its conception. So this was a total new first for them all. However Harry knew that they need to present a strong unified front with the arrival of the other schools, so what better way than to be seated at the same place for a meal.
Slowly someone followed by another and then another broke off from the hesitant and frozen crowd, and took a seat in the center of the Great Hall. Harry was first to lead by example, then soon his friends followed behind him, and slowly more and more people trickled in as before long even the most adamant had to take a seat or just be left standing there like an idiot.
The other school had much smaller tables encircling the main Hogwarts table since they only had a fraction here. Each of them was of different shape from triangular, square, star, heart, cross, and so forth with each of them having a cloth laid on top with each school's respected crest inlaid on it.
As the foreign students took their seats Harry heard plenty of moaning and complaining, especially from some boys who wished they could dine with the lovely Beauxbatons girls, or others who wished that they could have cozy up to the Quidditch star Krum who was a student of Durmstrang. Plus the ambitious lot that wanted to bootlick that princess that has arrived within these halls.
Harry noticed that some foreign students looking up at the starry black ceiling with expressions of interest while a couple of them were picking up the golden plates and goblets and examining them, apparently impressed.
Others he saw, looked at the place with an unmistakably derisive look as if they got treated to much better things at their own school and saw this as nothing more than peasant fair.
When all the students had entered the Hall and settled down at their respected School's tables, the Professors entered, filing up to the top table and taking their seats. Instead of seated on the head table they were instead on a second-tier a bit lower.
Last in line were the Headmasters and mistresses who came in very regally and imposing.
When they appeared, some of the pupils from Durmstrang, Shanghai, Uagadou, and Mahoutokoro leapt to their feet. The other students stared up at them as they stood to attention rigidly and respectfully. They all appeared unembarrassed as this must have been a regular thing to do, and only resume to take their seats until their schoolmaster sat down on at the head table.
Dumbledore remained standing however while all the other schoolmasters took their seat, and a silence fell over the Great Hall.
To host the Triwizard tournament was indeed a very high honor, it has been over 82 years since Hogwarts has been able to do so. With the last time being in 1912. Thus this was time to show off what Hogwarts was all about and impress our foreign friends and allies.
"I like this seating arrangement," Dumbledore noted as he peered at the grand table in the middle of the hall where all the Hogwarts students were seated together like one big family. Or more accurately one big unhappy family who were stuck at the hips.
This was a first among first, Hogwart students from different vying houses all together in one place... what could go wrong?!
Then clearing his throat, the old man begin with, "Good evening, ladies and gentlemen, ghosts and — most particularly — guests," Dumbledore beaming around at the foreign students. "I and everyone within these castle walls have the great pleasure in welcoming you all to Hogwarts. I hope and trust that your stay here will be both comfortable and enjoyable."
A soft round of polite clapping went up at the old man's declaration, "The Triwizard Tournament was established approximately one thousand seven hundred and fifty years ago. At first as a friendly competition between the wizarding schools of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, Beauxbatons Academy of Magic, and Durmstrang Institute. Held every decade, the competition slowly grew to incorporate more and more schools throughout the many long years it existed! And it was hosted by each school in turn, and the judges for the Tournament comprising the headmasters or headmistresses of the schools."
"There have been at least 174 editions of the Tournament: Koldovstoretz has 24 wins, Castelobruxo has 23 wins, Hogwarts has 22 wins, Durmstrang has 20 wins, Shanghai has 18 wins, Uagadou has 15 wins, Mahoutokoro has 15 wins, Jordan has 14 wins, Beauxbatons has 11, Oceania has 7 wins, Ilvermorny has 5 wins."
"This year we at Hogwarts are glad to host the 175th Triwizard Tournament! The tournament will be officially opened at the end of the feast," Dumbledore declared. "I now invite you all to eat, drink, and make yourselves at home!"
The plates in front of them magically 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, more than Harry had ever seen, including several that were definitely foreign.
Even Harry who was pampered by Kreacher over the summer with many different cuisines from all over the world couldn't tell what most of them were. When he headed down to the kitchens to instruct the house-elves to make as many foreign dishes, he never did expect them to go this... this wild.
Though in the end, he did get his wish, as every possible dish from every corner of the world seem to be laid out before him. He would have to give his compliments to the cooks, that more than anything seem to satisfy them than worldly rewards or personal favors.
He could see some students salivating as the smells assaulted their noises and the eyes were struck with all the colors. The guests seem to be immensely surprised as their homes dishes were laid out before them, bring a bit of familiarity to them.
"Come on, eat, eat," Dumbledore chuckled seeming the awe that held everyone.
That seem to be the signal as everyone tore into the feast.
Hands reached out to grab food, some out right took whole dishes clutching tight like greedy goblins, others used their wands to float their food to them. It was a wild chaotic mess as chatter went up into the air, and eating was partaken.
The Headmaster and mistresses had their own little discussions as they chatted about obscure things in their high back chairs over looking the grand hall.
The Great Hall was much more crowded than usual, with the arrival of the other schools the population within the Great Hall had swelled greatly. Each schoolmaster seem to have not brought a few dozen students, but nearly a 100 each and he could understand why. All of them must be 7th year students or those who reached the wizarding mature age of 17 years old, who would be trying their luck in participating in the Tournament on behalf of their school.
To get a clear idea, Hogwarts gets around 100 to 150 new students each year, so each respected house gets around 25 to 40 new fresh blood. The Gryffindor in his year where 34 when you included him, a fine average during these hard times. Of course, it was much lower than what Hogwarts was getting before the two back to back war, where you used to be looking at 500 to 1,000 new students each year!
Anyways with Hogwarts student body of nearly a 1,000 students, and the 10 schools who brought along their respected 100 each. The population of this place effectively double as there were 2,000 students within these walls.
There was bond to be something that went wrong!
It was his fault to be honest, at the best of times each house can barely stand the other for numerous reasons forget being forced into seating and dining right next to each other. There was of course going to be a feud that broke out, and that is exactly one happened.
It seem like two 3rd year old who were from Gryffindor and Slytherin, the worst of enemies if there were some amount the house got into a fight over a dish they wanted. Later he found out that it was Ginny Weasley and Astoria Greengrass who started it all.
Shouting and screaming and throwing insults at each other as they fought over the dish, two senior students decided to butt in and they of course sided with their house members.
Things quickly got heated, words were exchanged, and someone made fun of someone else's mother and all hell broke loose. No one really knows who threw the first shot, but Harry was pretty sure he caught from the corner of his eye two very familiar red heads chuckling manically from the sidelines.
Either ways, peas struck the older Slytherin girl in the cheeks who gasped in indignation and fury, then she returned fire by quickly taking an American apple pie and shoving it at her opposing Gryffindor sixth year she had been arguing with.
The Gryffindor didn't take shit at all as she returned fire wacking the Slytherin with a whole side of mashed potatoes. The food struck home but also some of it went sailing into the air as it got on to others.
Loud, "Heys," went up as those who got struck as well gazed around in fury.
The Slytherin girl seem to of course think how unfair this was as she got hit twice by food so took her pasta and begin to litter it all over the Gryffindor girls. Once again the food hit more people than just the intended target and the seething anger reached a boiling point.
And things just got worse from there.
Harry wasn't sure who shouted it, but someone yelled at the top of their lungs, "FOOD FIGHT!"
And they were right a brawl broke out at the table as food where being thrown around, sent hurling by wands, or just smeared on people's faces.
It was pandemonium was you had to duck and weave or else got one right in the face. There were loud yelling, wild whoops, screams of rage, cries of triumph, manic glee, and so much more sounds that filled the air.
Enemies turned on enemies, friends turned on friends, housemates turned on housemates, it was a wild mess that saw no end.
The other foreign students just stared on some in shock, others in awe, and a few in disgust thinking them all savages. All the newcomers could do was just sit still in their seats and take in the carnage happening before their eyes.
However they weren't too long out of the fight as one by one - shots either went wild or were aimed purposely to strick them. At first, angry cries went up or annoyed growls, however soon as they were pelted continuously they just couldn't take it anymore.
At first, it was just returning fires, seeking revenge, but soon more and more people begin to join in on the wild fun as robes were dirted and faces were awash with a million different colors.
It was a wild conflagration of chaos no one could stay out of it as those who sat back on their seats were sitting duck and those who tried to back away were somehow targetted by someone or some two people in particular and were pulling them back into the fray.
Harry watched everything unfold too dumbfounded for a long while until he felt the slow creep of something liquid go down his back. Turning around he saw Pansy Parkinson standing with a triumphant smile on her face and a cup in her hand.
Touching the back of his robe and pressing down the wet stain on his robes and feeling liquid go down his back. Harry uttered, "Why you bitch," but it contained none of the heat. This was all on him, he should have put up a shield long ago if he wanted to keep safe.
Harry grabbed a handful of some Sushi he was trying out and chucked them at the pure-blood. She gasped in surprise as the raw fish slide down her face and some got stuck in her beautiful midnight black hair.
She seem to think he would never return fire, but sadly she was mistaken, he was a man of equal gender!
Chuckling deeply, he laughed away his amusement as he pointed a hand at her. All of the sudden her face went dark as she grabbed a plate of noodles, then yelling out loud her fury she sloshed it all at him.
Harry was having none of it as she took a giant spoon of hummus and flung it at her.
Soon they were trading blows galore as unending shots went back and forth which was very similar to what was going on all around.
The Hogwarts Professors, on the other hand, really did try their best to stop all this mayhem going on. But at the best of times they really have full control of the student body with only a dozen staff members to a 1,000 kids who can not really supervise them the best you can. That is why they implore Head Boy or Girl and Prefects underneath them to keep an eye on the students.
But now that the student body has doubled and becoming 2,000 kids with those that were supposed to be in charge just as much taking part in the food fight. There was no order at all in the place nor could the teachers establish it.
The schoolmasters stayed still in their seats overlooking everything that was happening below. Some were shaking their head in disappointment, others just broke into outright laughter, some just had a single eyebrow raised, while others didn't seem too careless about what was going on.
Finally, Dumbledore as he smiled and nodded his head to the other schoolmasters, he got up, clearing his throat, and he said, "Alright, alright now that is enough fun for today!"
Unlike the Professors, he wasn't ignored as he put his will and magic behind his words to get everyone's attention.
Everyone came to a stop and then as if realizing the position that they were all in as the Professors and schoolmasters stared down at them, many took loud gulps. The whole Grand Hall was a complete and utter mess with food laying everywhere, with plenty of stains on the walls, and everyone being a complete mess.
"So this is the fables Hogwarts," Boris Sergey, Headmaster of Koldovstoretz muttered to himself as he especially took notice of his students who took part in the
"Well I think it's bloody," Spencer Allen, Headmaster of Oceania shook his head.
"Of course you would," Igor Karkaroff, Headmaster of Durmstrang sneered.
"I ezpected mor' from my girls," Madame Maxime sighed out loud, letting her disappointment slip.
"Now, now," Dumbledore said, "they are all children and it is part of a child's nature to cause mischief.
"I always say, since there was no harm done, there is no foul." Jafar Abdulhamid, Headmaster of Jordan uttered with a smile.
"Yes, couldn't agree with you anymore," Zhuan Hui, Headmaster of Shanghai rubbed his long beard.
"Then we are in agreement, Dumbledore said as he slapped his hands together. "Now of to bed," he waved his hand to the students, "we shall pick this up tomorrow and I will discuss the tournament in more detail later, including how you can enter!"
I will try to release a Extra Chapter tomorrow, so stay tune!
ELEVEN Prestigious schools; Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, Beauxbatons Academy of Magic, Castelobruxo, Durmstrang Institute, Ilvermorny School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, Jordan Academy of Sorcery, Koldovstoretz, Shanghai Institute of Magic, Mahoutokoro School of Magic, Oceania Academy of Wizardry, and Uagadou School of Magic!
Pics of Headmaster and mistresses:
Albus Dumbledore, Hogwarts Headmaster: artwork/v2DA6v
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Chapter 108: Goblet of Fire
The next morning the Great Hall was as crowded as yesterday night, chatter filled the air as people made their assumptions of the tournament known. Unlike yesterday everything was tame as everyone ate away at their meals peacefully with nothing of the sorts being tossed around.
After last night's crazy food fight, no one wanted to provoke their schoolmasters, so things were very tame and cordial. Even other houses tried their best to stand the other as no one tried to pick or fight and those who broke into arguments were quickly shut down as glares came at them from everyone.
Coming downstair from his private quarters, Harry made his way to the Great Hall along the way he saw a few Headmasters and Headmistresses chatting quietly to some of their students.
In his planning for their arrival, Harry made sure to provide quarters to each and every one of the schools, within the castle walls. There was plenty of space available within the castle; which had been made to house thousands upon thousands of people by the school's architect, Albriech Cadoc Ambratorix. Thus it was no issue at all to host a couple few more hundreds.
Harry was able to catch some of the conversations thanks to his enhanced earing without even trying. Like Boris Sergey, Headmaster of Koldovstoretz bowing and scaping to that same girl, that princess if he recalled correctly.
And Madame Maxime scowling at two older girls one who reminded him of the Veela girls from the World Cup and another who pricked his memory about someone very important from his first year.
"Viktor, how are you feeling? Did last night's debauchery ruin your mood? Should I prepare room and board inside the ship?" Harry saw Krum shake his head, "I am vine Professor, you could say tha' it was quite the experience. Something we veally don't get in Durmstrang," he smiled.
"Don't let them ruin you with their ways,"with that Karkaroff turned and headed toward the Great Hall. He was in such a rush, Harry stopped to let him walk through past first.
All he carelessly passed off was a, "Thank you."
Taking a few steps, Karkaroff froze in his spot. He turned his head back to Harry and stared at him as though he couldn't believe his eyes. Behind his headmaster, Krum came to a halt too. Karkaroff's eyes moved slowly up Harry's face and fixed upon his fading scar. While the professional Quidditch player stared curiously at Harry too.
"You," the man whispered as Harry saw comprehension dawn on the schoolmaster's faces.
Others in the hallway came to a pause as well, as some of the foreign students nudged each other and pointed openly at Harry's forehead.
He heard plenty of whispering going around as everyone seem to recognize who he was exactly.
"Yeah, that's Harry Potter," one voice whispered from behind them.
"It's really him!" Harry heard a Beauxbatons girl squeal.
"The one who defeated the British Dark Lord?" an Ilvermorny student asked his friend.
"Yeah, at just 1 year old!" his mate nodded his head.
"Get off your rocker!" the boy said in disbelief.
"Headmaster Karkaroff," Harry spoke up first, "Is there a problem?" he asked with a raised eyebrow.
"How did you do it?" the man whispered as he tried to catch Harry's eyes. Harry didn't allow him to do so, the man had been after all a Death Eater and a high ranking one at that.
"Whatever do you mean, Headmaster?" Harry asked, playing innocent. He knew what the man wanted to know, it had been after all a question that plagued all the death eaters for years now.
How could a child, one barely off his mother's tits come to defeat one of the most powerful wizards in the century?!
"You know what I mean," the man snarled as he grabbed Harry's front robes. They were of the same height; with the man being shorter than average and Harry's just experiencing a growth spurt this summer.
Staring down at his hand, Harry looked him fully in the eyes, leaking some of his magic as he uttered harshly. "I would advise you let me go this instant, Headmaster. If I have been able to defeat your wretched master at a few scant years what do you think I could do to a traitor like you. And how vast do you think my power has grown since those glory days!"
"So," Harry said as he slowly took hold of the man's finger and set them aside. "Once again, I advice not to mess with me or else..."
Harry held no pity for this despicable soul at least criminals have a tight bound together but he broke that save his own skin.
"What are you doing to one of my students," a gruff asked.
HeadmasterKarkaroff spun around. Mad-Eye Moody was standing there, leaning heavily on his staff, his magical eye glaring unblinkingly at the Durmstrang schoolmaster.
The color drained from Karkaroff's face as Harry watched. A terrible look of mingled fury and fear came over him.
"You!" he said, staring at Moody as though unsure he was really seeing him.
"Me," said Moody grimly. "And unless you've got anything to say to Potter, Karkaroff, you might want to move. You're blocking the doorway."
It was true; half the students in the Hall were now waiting behind them, looking over one another's shoulders to see what was causing the holdup.
"Is there something wrong comrade?" Headmaster Sergey asked as he walked up to them. He knew perfectly well that there was a confrontation was going on and he came to the rescue of his ally who won't survive a confrontation against the mad dog Moody as he is called in some low circles.
"No," the man said and without another word, he swept his cloak away with him and left.
Krum looked at him with an unreadable expression, but soon he followed behind his headmaster.
"Run along you coward," Moody growled watched him until he was out of sight, his magical eye fixed upon his back, a look of intense dislike upon his mutilated face.
Harry knew Moody or more accurately Barty Jr. wasn't faking his pure loathing for the man. He was after all the man who betrayed so many of his allies to the Wizengamot to go scot free. His testimonies were paramount in seeing a lot of Death Eater end up in Azkaban.
Headmaster Sergey gave them one last look and he too made his way down the hallway, the girl who he was toadying to gave them, or more specifically him, a long peering stare then closed her fan up and headed off. Plenty of people shadowed after her, all bootlickers and servants.
Turning to face the Death Eater pretending to be one of the greatest Aurors in history, Harry smiled at him, "Thank you for the rescue, Professor."
Shaking his shaggy hair as his fake eyeball rolled in his head, the man stated, "No problem, but I saw that you were already handling him well. He is nothing more than a cowards, so he will bulk at the slightest threat!"
"What matter is that you stood up for me, Professor," Harry bowed his head. "So thank you!"
Playing to his gruff mannerism, the imposter nodded his head giving no reply either because he did not know how to respond to his master's most hated enemy thanking him or because he had to stay in character. Either way, Harry had him tongue tied and all he could respond with was, "Well I best be heading on my way now. Best of luck in the tournament!"
"What?" Harry asked, unsure if he really heard his final sentence correctly.
Before he could get a proper response from the man, someone else came into their conversation.
"Are you giving our guests trouble, Moody?!"
Turning around Harry saw Dumbledore standing there with that annoying grandfatherly smile of his.
"Headmaster," the Death Eater masquerading as an Auror bowed his head. Harry could have sworn he caught the same fear and fury on his face that was on Karkaroff's face. He guessed, in the end, they were all alike, no matter what they preached.
"Now, now, there is no need for that old friend. You of all people should know better than that," Dumbledore uttered as Barty quickly got up, this was indeed the first slip up he had made and Harry could see from how sweat fell down his face he was very much anxious he might get exposed.
"Come," Dumbledore said, "we need to see to the Tournament! Much to do, much to do!"
"Of course, Headmaster!"
Watching them walk away, Harry caught the old man winking at him from the corner of his eye as he chatted with the imposter.
Shaking his head, Harry was just about to be on his way until someone asked.
"Hey are you really, THE Harry Potter!"
Turning around Harry saw that it was one of the Beauxbatons girls that Madame Maxime was speaking to, the other stood off to the side seemingly glaring at him for some reason.
Harry turned his gaze back on the older girl who raised the question to him. She was a breathtakingly beautiful witch, which explained why she caught a good deal of attention from many males passing by and the jealousy of the females.
She was tall and willowy, with an air of grace that made her seem like she was gliding when she was walking, and her very presence seemed to emanate a faint, silvery glow. Which he knew all too well.
She had long, silvery-blonde hair that fell almost to her waist, which was also shiny, large, deep blue eyes, fair skin, and very white, even teeth. Her beauty truly did dim everyone else by comparison!
And he saw she was a Veela, other schools might not allow mix breeds those of wizarding and magical being blood into their school as they are seen as nothing more than disgraces for mixing their blood with lesser races.
However, Beauxbatons of Academy of Magic was one of the few schools that allowed students of mixed blood into their hallowed halls. Which is one of the many reasons it has a tarnished reputation.
There you could find plenty of students who have a variety of parentage. Still they do hide it the best they could, but for this girl thanks to the allure she had you could figure out that she is a 'mix blooded filth!'
"Yes, in the flesh," Harry answered with a grin. Unlike his more formal wizarding brethren, he did not hold that view nor did he even see other Magical beings in a lesser light as most do. "And you are?" he asked.
Anyways he would be a fool to insult and chase away such a beauty no matter her bloodline.
And the funny thing is that it is those of his peerage that hold on tightly to such opinions that in the end, they end up in the company of magical beings especially the fairer ones. They are the ones who sire the mixed blooded children who are outcast to both of their parentals' community.
"Fleur Delacour," she answered as she allowed him to kiss the back of her hand.
"Of House of Delacour, correct, one of the last remaining French Marquess lines?"
"Yes," she smiled as her face lit up the hallway, causing a few to stop in their tracks to take in the glory of her smie smile. "Ahnd your reputation precedes you..." she added.
"I hope all good," Harry said as he finally let her hand go even though it pained him with how soft and lovely it was in his gripe.
"Yes, you are the one who destroyed my grandfather's priceless and precious alchemical stone! The first year into the wizarding world proper!" The girl who stood glaring at him, spoke up.
She was also a lovely witch with flaming red hair, a tall lithe figure, amazing looks, and a scowl that did nothing to take away from her beauty!
"I never did destroy your grandfather's..." Harry begin. This was the first he had ever laid eyes on this girl, what priceless artifact of her grandfather did he destroy?!
Then it hit him like a ton of bricks. Alchemical stone... First year!
"Your Nicolas Flamel granddaughter," he nearly shouted. Now Harry understood why the pointed stares like he just killed her cat or more like her grandparents.
"I am sorry about," Harry hung his head. He truly was, at that time so long ago he had no idea he was sending a couple to their graves.
He tried to keep it off his mind, the indirect killing of innocence at his hand.
He could understand having to get his hands dirty and killing criminals and traitors, it was be killed or kill in this coming war, but a pair of old couples. Even for him, that weighed heavily.
Snorting, she turned around and walked away, leaving him standing there alone with the beautiful mix blood.
"Don't be angry weeh her, Jeanne Flamel ees dealing with a lot."
"No, it is me who should angry at myself," Harry said with a deep long sigh. "Sorry I got to go," he shook his head, this was so not him as he would have tried charming her along the way so as to get close to her, but he just wanted to be left alone.
"Alright take care," the french witch shouted from behind him as he walked off on her.
Coming to the Great Hall, he saw that Dumbledore was already at it.
"The moment has come," said Dumbledore, smiling around at the sea of upturned faces. "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. Ludo Bagman, Head of the Department of Magical Games and Sports."
Mr. Bartemius Crouch, was all suppose to be here too but... he is indisposed indefinitely."
There were a few awkward coughs at the mention of the old minister contender, but nothing else.
"To take his place is Dolores Umbridge! The Minster has been kind enough to dispose of her services during this tournament."
There was a round of applause for Bagman as he came inside most likely 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.
Dolores Umbridge gave only a small smile when she came in, but other than that made no other showmanship.
"Mr. Bagman and Ms. Umbridge have worked tirelessly over the last few months on the arrangements for the Triwizard Tournament," Dumbledore continued, "and they will be joining myself, and all the schoolmasters on the panel that will judge the champions'."
At the mention of the word "champions," the attentiveness of the listening students seemed to sharpen. Perhaps Dumbledore had noticed their sudden stillness, for he smiled as he said, "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. It looked extremely old. A murmur of excited interest rose from the watching students; Dennis Creevey actually stood on his chair to see it properly, but, being so tiny, his head hardly rose above anyone else's.
"The instructions for the tasks the champions will face this year have already been examined by Mr. Crouch and Ms. Umbridge," said Dumbledore as Filch placed the chest carefully on the table before him, "and they have made the necessary arrangements for each challenge. There will be three tasks, spaced throughout the school year, and they will test the champions in many different ways... their magical prowess — their daring — their powers of deduction — and, of course, their ability to cope with danger." At this last word, the Hall was filled with a silence so absolute that nobody seemed to be breathing.
"As you know, three champions compete in the tournament," Dumbledore went on calmly, "one from each of the participating schools. They will be marked on how well they perform each of the Tournament tasks and the champion with the highest total after task three will win the Triwizard Cup. The champions will be chosen by an impartial selector: the Goblet of Fire."
Dumbledore now took out his wand and tapped three times upon the top of the casket. The lid creaked slowly open. 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. Dumbledore closed the casket and placed the goblet carefully on top of it, where it would be clearly visible to everyone in the Hall.
"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. On Halloween night, the goblet will return the names of the Champions it has judged most worthy to represent their schools. The goblet will be placed in the great hall, 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.
"Finally, I wish to impress upon any of you wishing to compete that this tournament is not to be entered into lightly. Once a champion has been selected by the Goblet of Fire, he or she is obliged to see the tournament through to the end. The placing of your name in the goblet constitutes a binding, magical contract. There can be no change of heart once you have become a champion. Please be very sure, therefore, that you are wholeheartedly prepared to play before you drop your name into the goblet.
Now, with that, the Triwizard Tournament has officially begun!"
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Chapter 109: Chamber of Secrets
As the days went by, more and more students would cast their names into the Goblet of Fire which sat in the center of the hall on the stool that normally bore the Sorting Hat. A thin golden line had been traced on the floor, forming a circle ten feet around it in every direction.
Whenever you went downstairs into the great hall, countless people milling around the artifact, some hesitant of throwing their name into the lot and others just deciding to examine the Goblet of Fire for now.
"Anyone new put their name in today?" Harry asked his friends as he took a seat at the Hogwarts table. It was interesting to see that all four houses were together in one place after that food fight it was like the ice was broken between everyone as you could see students from different houses chatting with each other.
For example, Susan Bones who was on his left replied, "Yes, I think by now the whole Durmstrang lot cast their names!"
"I heard that only one person from Koldovstoretz cast their name in, that Russia Princess. Other than that no one else seem to dare try to compete with her," Lavender Brown spoke up, making it clear what she thought of that with the way her face twisted up in disgust.
Someone's laughter came from behind Harry. Turning around, he saw Fred, George, and Lee Jordan hurrying into the great hall, all three of them looking extremely excited.
"Done it," Fred said in a triumphant whisper to Harry and his friends seated next to him. "Just taken it."
"Done what?" Tracey Davis asked as she looked up at them with a raised eyebrow.
"The Aging Potion, dung brains," said Fred.
"One drop each," said George, rubbing his hands together with glee. "We only need to be a few months older."
"We're going to split the ten thousand Galleons reward between the three of us if one of us wins," said Lee, grinning broadly.
"I'm not sure this is going to work, you know," said Hermione warningly "I'm sure Dumbledore will have thought of this." Fred, George, and Lee ignored her.
"You won't be able to stop their foolhardy plans," Harry shook his head as he smiled in amusement. It was a daily routine for them to try something new to get past the aging line which prevented anyone under 17 to pass underneath it.
"Hey," George said, "you gave us this idea!"
Giving him a pointed stare, Hermione didn't need to say anything to show her disappointment.
"What, they were getting desperate and it might work!" he shrugged his shoulders as he took a bite of his breakfast.
"Or they might be stuck as old men forever," Blaise Zabini chuckled darkly.
Ignoring his comment, Fred called out to the other two, quivering with excitement, "Ready?"
With nods of heads all around, he uttered, "Then, I'll go first!"
Harry watched as Fred pulled a slip of parchment out of his pocket bearing the words Fred Weasley Hogwarts. He wasn't the only pair of eyes on him as everyone paused to see what he was up to again.
Fred walked right up to the edge of the line and stood there, rocking on his toes like a diver preparing for a fifty-foot drop. Then, with the eyes of every person in the entrance hall upon him, he took a great breath and stepped over the line.
For a split second Harry thought it had worked — George certainly thought so, for he let out a yell of triumph and leapt after Fred — but next moment, there was a loud sizzling sound, and both twins were hurled out of the golden circle as though they had been thrown by an invisible shot-putter.
They landed painfully, ten feet away on the cold stone floor, and to add insult to injury, there was a loud popping noise, and both of them sprouted identical long white beards.
The entrance hall rang with laughter. Even Fred and George joined in, once they had gotten to their feet and taken a good look at each other's beards.
"I did warn you," said a deep, amused voice, and everyone turned to see Professor Dumbledore entering the Great Hall. He surveyed Fred and George, his eyes twinkling. "I suggest you both go up to Madam Pomfrey. She is already tending to Miss Fawcett, of Ravenclaw, and Mr. Summers, of Hufflepuff, both of whom decided to age themselves up a little too. Though I must say, neither of their beards is anything like as fine as yours."
Fred and George set off for the hospital wing, accompanied by Lee, who was howling with laughter, and Harry along side everyone Great hall also chortling and then went back to their breakfast.
The decorations in the Great Hall had changed up with Halloween approaching fast and the time for the champions to be chosen by the Goblet nearing there was a change of atmosphere. A cloud of enchanted bats was fluttering around the ceiling free roof of the great hall, while hundreds of carved pumpkins leered from every corner.
The ghosts within the castle seem to be especially in a happy mood with Samhain approaching as this was the season after all that the veil between life and death was weakest.
Harry and his friends picked up their conversation where they left it as Fred and George made their exit out of the great hall.
"There's a rumor going around that Matteo got up early yesterday and in the dead of night put his name in," Parvati Patil gossiped.
"That bloke from Slytherin who was one of the semi-finalists?" Harry asked to which he got a nod of confirmation.
"We can't have a Slytherin champion!" Fay Dunbar loudly declared.
"What is there something wrong with a Hogwarts champion from Slytherin?" Daphne asked with a raised eyebrow. "Because I will have you know it was when there was a Slytherin champion that Hogwarts gained its most wins!"
"There is talk about Diggory casting his name inside Hufflepuffs," Susan cut in, being wise in the fact in knowing when things could turn to bad, so she quickly changed the topic.
"Hey look," Neville called out.
People were cheering as Angelina Johnson, a tall black girl who played Chaser on the Gryffindor Quidditch team cast her name. She grinning in an embarrassed sort of way as she turned around to face the whooping and cheering crowd.
Quickly she came over to them, sat down, and said, "Well, I've done it! Just put my name in!"
"So you are seventeen, then?" Colin Creevey asked eagerly, clutching his camera in his hand, clearly wanting to take a picture.
"I had my birthday last week," said Angelina.
"Well, I'm glad someone from Gryffindor's entering," said Hermione. "I really hope you get it, Angelina!"
"Thanks, Hermione," said Angelina, smiling at her.
"You know who would have been a better choice?" Ginny asked everyone seated nearby.
"Who?" Harry asked, as he was first to bite.
"You," the red head said as she stared up at him.
"Me," Harry voiced, "why on earth would I be the champion?!"
"You did win the Duelling tournament," Luna answered in her sing-song voice.
"True," Lavender gushed to which Parvati giggled, "I still can not forget how manly and powerful you were!"
"You can be so dense at times," Daphne rolled her eyes, one she saw he wasn't getting the full picture. "You are the most powerful wizard in Hogwarts! If we want to win this tournament, only our best would do because that is what the other school would give. Their all!"
"Even I got to admit I do not hold a candle to your power," Angelina admitted.
"Well I can't enter now," Harry shrugged his shoulder, "I am not 17!"
"What're are you guys going to do today, then?" Hermione asked to change the topic. Today was Saturday the start of the weekend and they were looking two free days.
"I got something special planned," Harry made his intention known alongside everyone else as he glanced at Daphne from the corner of her eye.
While everyone was starting to get along some still found it a hard pill to swallow, dining with their once hated enemies and competitors.
One prime example was those scowling to themselves in a section of the table and those who needed to undermine everything.
"Daphne," a cool voice spoke up. Turning around Harry saw that it was Theodore Nott, a Slytherin in the same year as him, he of course had some goons shadowing him. A staple mark for all idiots, Harry guessed, really can't do anything on their own.
"I thought better of you, but here you are consorting with mudbloods, blood traitors, cowards, and half breeds!"
Harry heard plenty of angry growls from his friends at the pure insult directed at them, even Neville who wasn't the violent sort was ready to take out his wand.
"What do you want, Nott," Daphne asked with eyes that narrowed into slits as she used her napkin to daintily wipe at her mouth.
"You can find better company with me, I already am to be dining with some of our own from Koldovstoretz and Durmstrang!"
Before Daphne could speak up, Harry cut in, "for someone who is about to lose everything in the fiery crucible of war, you sure seem fine. If I were you I would make myself gone or be begging on my knees for forgiveness and mercy!" he barked out harshly.
Finally turning to face him, the blank eye boy gave him his full attention, "What is there to worry about. I will make easy sort of you, and prove why we of pure blood our superior to half breeds like you! I will make sure..."
"That is plenty enough," Daphne cut in, "and no, I shall not be dining with you. That honor is only for my betrothal."
"You are engaged," the Slytherin asked as his face showed something beyond disdain and coolness.
"Yes," she said as she faced Harry, making obvious who it was.
Walking down the long winding hallways of the castle, Harry caught sight of his target.
Daphne continued walking along the passageways unaware of her silent follower. She was going directly towards the Slytherin dorm, which suited Harry just fine, as the road she took had several unused classrooms, giving him appropriate space to surprise her.
When she turned towards a quiet hallway, he quickened his steps and silently came upon her.
"Hello, dear," he whispered to her as she wrapped his hands around her waist.
Daphne froze at first as he saw her quickly draw out her wand in a flash, but she caught his familiar scent as he dropped kisses along the hollow of her neck, she eased, but that didn't mean she didn't give him some tongue lashing.
"Potter!" she exclaimed in annoyance, though she did go ahead and stop him from lavishing her with smooth, warm kisses. "You had the jump on me! What would you have done, mmm, if I fired in my alarm."
"No harm was done," he murmured in between planting kisses on her. "Anyways, what going on between you and Nott?" he asked.
"Ahh, that fool," she said, "he thinks he has a chance with me. He has been pursuing me since we were children. Creepy I know, right," she said once she caught him slightly raise one of his eyebrows from the corner of her eyes.
"Anyways are you ready for my surprise!?" Harry asked, changing up the topic.
Felling her shiver underneath him, he chuckled, "Not that kind of surprise, but I wouldn't mind arranging it," he added, his tone joking.
"Of course, I knew that," she said in anger as she pushed him off of her. "Now I wasted plenty of my time today meeting up with you, I could have been getting to know our foreign guests and making some connections!"
"Fine, Fine," Harry said as he grabbed her hand. "Come follow him, and I will lead to somewhere that will shock you."
"Oh," he said as if he seem to remember something. Taking his wand out, Harry conjured a blindfold and handed it to her.
"Here put it on, this is a surprise after all!"
Sighing, Daphne took the blindfold from him forcefully and did as he told her to, "This better be worth my time, Harry James Potter! Or else..."
"Oh, it will be so worth it," he said as he lead her to the surprise.
Coming to the girl's bathroom, he was happy to note that Myrtle was away, as he wasn't looking forward to explaining to that creepy ghost about why he was leading a blindfolded person into the girl's bathroom.
"I'm sure you're wondering what this it is all about, but don't worry," he whispered to her, "soon, very soon you should get some answers and it will be so worth it!"
With that, he leaned towards a specific sink, with a stylized snake on the side. "Open," he hissed, and the sink collapsed, leaving a huge gap behind.
"What was that?" Daphne asked as she caught the noise.
"Nothing," Harry answered as he looked down at the long slide that lead down to the Chamber of Secrets!
However before he threw himself down the slide, it occurred to him that Tom Riddle hadn't been a guy that would appreciate sliding down like a little child nor would Salazar Slytherin.
"Stairs," he said in Parseltongue trying his luck to see if it would, and then the entrance shifted into a grand stairwell with torches on both sides, adding a certain cool lighting to the space. It would be a lie if he claimed he wasn't taken in by how impressive it all was.
Harry wasn't in a particular hurry as he climbed down the stairs, with Daphne still blindfold and counting on him to lead the way. They walked down the staircase until they finally came to the secret hiding chamber proper.
"I guess now you can look," he said as he removed the blindfold from her face.
He looked at Daphne's face, which was curious but mostly bland slowly transform into an expression of total shock. He couldn't help smiling as her eyes widened in shock as she took in everything.
"So, Daphne," he asked cheerfully. "How do you feel to be the first Slytherin in so long to be walk in the Chamber of Secrets built by your precious house founder long ago?!"
"How... when... what..." Many words spilled out of her but none really made any sense, but he could understand her underlying shock and awe in being inside the fabled legendary chamber of secrets.
This must be the stuff that all little snakes grow up on in the Slytherin house, fed to them like mother's milk.
"It's all your," Harry waved his hands around the place. "I give it to you, make this place your own. Maybe a library, training room, secret gathering place, or even a love making nest," he added with a cheeky grin.
"Did you ever go exploring here?" Daphne suddenly asked as she gazed around the place with its many tall pillars with serpents etched on it.
"No, not really," Harry answered as he looked in the spot where the Basisilk used to lay before the goblins came to collect it. They were also kind enough to dust this place up as it wasn't as wet and dusty as before with everything shinning a lustrous glow.
"Where is your sense of adventure and discover?" the Greengrass heir asked him in a mocking tone. "Are you sure you are a Gryffindor?" she asked, poking fun at him.
"Oh-hohoh," Harry said, "I will show you how Gryffindor I am," as he picked her up with ease to her squeals of delight.
There really wasn't much here, just a large empty space here, you could literally fit the Great Hall in here but other than that there was nothing of not.
There was the serpents etched on pillars that opened wide their mouths which the basilisk did use to come down to face him. However there lead to dead end as there was only bones of creatures that the giant creature hunted over the long years.
What did draw his attention was the giant head of Salazar Slytherin in the middle of the chamber. Coming before it, he ran his finger along it but got nothing, stepping back in annoyance he was just about to walk away until he felt the locket he kept around light up.
Taking it off of his neck where he usually kept it to be alerted when he came into close contact with the other Horcruxes. He held it up, Daphne must have picked up on the disturbance because she came over and asked, "What is wrong."
"I don't know," Harry answered as just then the locket flew out of his grasp, not before it somehow nicked him and drew blood, and flew up to the head. Taking a sharp intake of breath in surprise as he shook his hand, suddenly there was a loud click and then the mouth of the statue begin to open.
"I think you must have unlocked something," Daphne stated the obvious.
"Well you were looking for an adventure," he said as he held out his hand for her which she took and they both entered beyond.
Daphne was kind enough to cast a lumos spell to light up the place so that they could see. However that was not needed as somehow wizard lights came on which allowed them to see clearly.
What lead beyond could only be described as a treasure trove!
Galleon, Sickle, and Knut lead about every where carelessly like it wasn't worth anything. There were piles upon piles of them laying there that each cast their own illustrious glow.
There were shelves upon shelves of countless strange and magical items that he did not even know what they were or could do. Books abound that contained powerful secret knowdgle. Potions that glowered with their powerful magic.
And so much more that it would take a life time to talk about them all!
"This can't be," Daphne whispered, "the lost family vault of the Slytherin house!"
Chapter 110: Moody
"This can't be," Daphne whispered, "the lost family vault of the Slytherin house!"
"Yea," Harry said distractedly, his sole attention was occupied with the great chamber.
Besides all the gold scattered about, and the treasures and valuable pieces of knowledge and great lores, what drew Harry's attention more than anything was the nest in the center room.
On it was a sickly green giant egg, which was as large as his torso and head. Walking towards it, Harry stared at it long and hard then very slowly reached out and brushed his hand over the hard egg shell. Somehow he could feel the life within it as it pulsed to his touch.
This could only be one thing, and one thing only...
"Look!" Daphne shouted as she picked up a dark green covered book from off a pedestal.
A family grimoire or to be more exact, the Slytherin family grimoire! Harry wondered about all the powerful spells contained inside that worn green book. It was said House Slytherin had major affinity to Potionnering and a minor affinity to the Dark Art.
It really looked like they struck it rich today! A nice three in one!
"You won't believe this," Harry said as he pointed to the egg.
Turning around to face him, he heard a gasp come out of Daphne's lips as she too came up to the giant egg. "Is... is that a Basilisk egg!"
"Yeah," Harry said breathlessly.
Basilisk have long gone extinct from the world, there hadn't been a trace of them on the face of the earth for centuries on end. To most, if they knew that there was a Basilisk underneath the school which he promptly killed they would be shocked because that would be the first live proof of them in over 800 years.
Basilisk were legendary magical creatures who could rival Leviathans, Phoenixs, Royal Gryphons, Alicorns, Dragons, Kirins, and the such. With their deadly stares, their poisonous breath, their tough scales, and humongous bodies they were a deadly force in any field of battle.
It was just through sure luck and childhood ignorance he was able to defeat the Basilisk underneath the tunnels. Plus it helped that the creature was very ancient, it must have been dying of old age more than anything which lead to him being able to kill it. Oh and he can't forget his ridiculous amount of luck on his side to accomplish it.
In all honesty, it was also dumb luck that no one died to the Basilisk and its deathly stare. If it had been allowed to run lose instead of coming out at the insistence of Ginny who was passed by the spirit of the much younger Voldermort then this very school would have been no more.
There would have been no stopping the creature as it could make a peace meal out of all the Professors like it was nothing and Dumbledore would have been in for a tough fight.
"I can't believe it, weren't they suppose to be extinct," Daphne spoke out loud his thoughts exactly.
"Yea, this must be the last Basilisk in the world!" Harry voiced as he stared at the egg.
Then turning to look at Daphne, he remarked, "You should care for it."
"Me?" Daphne repeated as she spun around to face him.
"I do have budding familiar with one of my family's Royal Gryphons," he stated which was the honest truth. He and Sunchaser were forming a familiar, something that took ages to create but they were now in the process of that as they got to know each other better and understand one and another.
He really could have done it with Hedwig, but sadly she was just only an owl messenger! He would always keep her around and take care of her and pamper her as well, but a familiar needs to be something strong and great, which Sunchaser is.
"Do you have a familiar bond with any creature, like say your family magical beasts?" Harry asked, his mind already heading towards one direction.
"No, I was to make a bond with the leader of the sea serpents when I became Head of House," she answered with a shake of her head.
"Well this would be a much better familiar!" Harry stated, "and it is your right as future Lady of house Slytherin," he added with a grin.
"You... I..." she tried to form the proper words, however really couldn't. Then taking a deep breath she collected herself and looked him in the eyes, "Thank You! This is the most wonderful gift ever."
"I know you will make a good mother... the perfect mother and daughter pair," he said. He didn't know how, but somehow he knew that the Basilisk was a female. "And it could be the perfect practice before you know..."
Smacking his arm playfully, Daphne wasn't perturbed from lovely caressing the egg.
Grinning, Harry took out his main surprise, finding the Slytherin treasure trove, the Slytherin grimoire, and the last very last Basilisk where surprises he really didn't account for, though they were still pleasant ones. But he came here today to offer Daphne something a bit more personal, and now he feared it wouldn't be as great as what they found here, though he carried on.
"What are you doing?" Daphne asked as she paused in stroking the egg.
"Stay still," Harry said as he begin to put on his gift around her neck.
Touching the pendant, Daphne looked at him, and asked, "What is it?"
"It is a magical item I found in my family vault," he answered as he stepped back and took her in. The silver necklace with the green snake etched on it looked wonderful on her.
When he visited his family vault, he knew that he needed to familiar it with himself, he set to getting to know the Black family vault for later as just getting to know his family vault personally would take ages.
Thankfully there was a catalog as it would seem his ancestors were wise in the fact that a complete list of items and treasures were needed. One item that perked his interest... okay everything got his interest, but one magical item that one of his ancestor procured was this necklace.
It had many functions but the most important that it let you know when the wearer was in danger, also allowing to teleport to their side quickly and past any wards, they might but in. It tracked the wearer's life signals, health, magical reserves, and much more.
Immediately Harry had it withdrawn from the vault as it was the perfect item to make sure his woman were safe at all time. He had the goblins key it to his lordship ring and have them study it and request for more of the magical item to be made.
It was the perfect item for his new betrothal, he wanted to present it to her that day he came calling to her home, but the goblins were still studying it and transfiguring the medallion head into his specific specifications.
"It is beautiful," she said as she looked at it.
"No, you make it beautiful," Harry grinned at her.
Biting her lips, she turned to him and slowly rubbed his chest with slow carcasses felling his muscles and limbs. "I think I need to find a way to reward you for all this today! Why don't you come to my room, I think I can find it within myself to properly reward you amply."
"Mmm," Harry said as if he just tasted something delicious. "I think that sounds wonderful," he said as he grabbed her hand, "why don't you lead on?!"
"What about all this?" she asked as she pointed to the literal treasure trove they were standing on.
"I will have the goblins come down and collect it and secure it into the Slytherin family and gold vaults." He knew that the little guys would take it up with gleeful joy, the security fee that they will be collecting would make them all wild with joy and eyes shining wide shock and desire.
Anyways he couldn't help himself from thinking about how Voldermort would feel if he found about all this treasures and gold stored in, right under his nose. The idiot didn't even think to connect the locket and the statue of Salazar Slytherin together.
With the arrival of the other schools, the halls of the castle were always full. It was like the livelyssnes of the place was maxed out to 11 and with it came all its noises and chaos.
You could see students from other schools mixing as they chatted about their own little corner of the world. Harry guessed more than anything this was what the tournament was made for. For students all over the world to get to know each other and learn more about the bigger wider world.
He won't deny that he too made some new friends as he got to know many visitors and learn more about them.
Still classes carried on even with the massive influx of new and interesting things to be doing, there was one constant, learning and studying.
All the classes were made open to every foreign to sit through and get to learn about what Hogwarts offered at the behest of Dumbledore. Thus on many occasions, you could see some new additions to classes as foreign students sat along with Hogwarts students in on their classes.
As the days went by, Harry one day got a note which was from the old goat himself. He found it a bit strange that he would invite him to his office, their potion classes had become self-study sessions since he was busy entertaining the visiting headmasters and mistress.
To get a summons to his office really was strange and a bit unsettling. Putting the letter away from now, he still had a whole day to look forward to and classes to get to, and the invitations were only for after supper.
As the day settled down, Harry made his way to the old man's office. Greeting the gargoyles that guarded the door, he walked inside to the grand room.
Sitting on his perch was Fawkes who seem to glare at him as his flaming feather plumes arched up. It was obvious that the fiery bird didn't forget about him setting him to blame.
Smiling awkwardly at the majestic creature he took out one of its favorite treats as a peace offering. It stared at it long and hard for a long moment, seemingly deciding if it should go for it, and in the end, it's gluttonous appetite won out as it swallowed it whole.
"Friends now?" Harry asked as he rubbed its head.
The bird stared at him long and hard, and he added, "I will make sure to send you more treats, a lot more, all for you!"
Inside he saw Dumbledore peering over some maps which laid astride his desk in a mess. The old man didn't seem to notice him as he walked in or he was just too busy to look up.
Harry came over silently, not interpreting the old man as he looked down at what he was doing. On his desk were maps of the school ground in detail, covering just about everything on the school grounds really.
It sort of remainder him of the marauder map...
Within the maps, he saw people demoted by their names walking around the map which was basically a representation of the school. Thankfully he saw that the whole school ground wasn't shown as some parts of it didn't seem to be shown as the old man didn't seem to know about it.
Also thanks to how large the number of people in the school, it was nearly impossible to keep track of everyone at all times since names blurred with each other and blotted out the castle ground through the day.
Clearing his throat to get the old goat's attention, Dumbledore turned around as if this was the first time taking notice of him. "Ahh, Harry my boy," he said with his kind grandfatherly smile.
"Headmaster," he nodded his head respectfully. He held no respect for the old man any longer but still, he just keep up the facade for now.
"Interesting maps," he noted as he looked at the maps of the school with each and every person on it.
"Oww, these," the old man said, "your father and his friends were the inspirations for it. A wonderful item they created, that marauder map of their gave me the idea for this but on a much larger scale."
He was right, this had complete detail of everything or nearly everything, the old man obviously did not know every secret that was contained in this school like he did thanks to being in control of the wardstone, but he came close.
His father's map as much as it was awesome and very handy could only be used during the night or when there weren't that many souls around as the map would be crammed full of people.
He didn't know how to feel that his father bright idea was the inspiration for an old man that ruined his life.
"What are you doing?" Harry asked as he changed up the topic, he really did not want to dwell there.
"I have finally tracked down where Moddy... I mean the real Alastor Moody is being kept!"
"Where?" Harry asked as his ears perked up. This was indeed very good news, finally, they could lock down on Barty Jr. and find out where his master was. Voldermort was finally within his grasp, he could just see it!
"I should have looked in the most obvious place," the old man shook his head, "I must be going senile in my age, but it looks like Barty is keeping Moody in his office!"
"In his office," Harry repeated, "where he has office hours with the students and grades assignments?" The disbelief was clearly evident in his tone. Why didn't they think to look over there, well maybe because it was so obvious no one would think it.
Barty Jr. used the oldest trick in the book, stowaway Moody in one of the few places no one would look. While they were all thinking he must have the old Auror some secret hideout or abandoned warehouse which they would never find on their lonesome, Barty did the smart thing, the wise thing that had everyone stumped.
"How did you find out about it, did this map tell you?" he asked, inquiring about the obvious.
"No," the old man shook his head, "I notice how much time Barty spends in his office, a bit too much really. Professors don't really sleep and eat in their office rarely only heading out for teaching classes and the privy.
No, he was spending too much time, too much that it became suspicious, too suspicious that he gave himself away.
"So you think that is where he is keeping Moody," Harry connected the dots.
"Yes and no," the great wizard answered as he held out one hand, "when I tried to peer in close," he said as he pointed his wand at the dot representing Barty Jr. Suddenly the neat drawn map gave way to an image of Barty's office however it seem to contorted as they could barely make out anything.
"This happens," the old man declared. "He wouldn't be putting up this sort of powerful wards if he wasn't hiding plenty of stuff."
"So what are we to do about this discovery?" Harry asked. Really all that matter was what they did next, it was good and all that they found out about this information, but it would do them nothing if they didn't act.
And if he knew the old man, he would want to play it carefully, that was basically his middle name really. Taking it smooth and...
"We will move in!" Dumbledore declared.
"We will what?" Harry repeated.
"You heard me," the old man said, "we struck now and we struck hard. This might be our only chance to rescue Moody, Barty Jr. might soon be able to detect that someone was trying to spy on him and would change Alastor location. So we take our chances now and hope for the best."
Harry just couldn't believe what he was hearing coming out of the old bastard's mouth. Was a different person taking over for him because this wasn't the Dumbledore he knew?
However this worked perfectly for him, a plan of action was much to his whole hearted agreement. Finally making a move on Voldermort's puppet was what he wanted. It made catching the snake and getting the jump on him all the more easier.
"Alright let's do it!" Harry said as he drew out his wand.
"Then let's move out," the old man said as he too withdrew his wand ready for battle.
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