THE POTTER TWINS AND THE TRIWIZARD TOURNAMENT
CHAPTER 5:
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"So wouldn't that be a problem?" Hermione asked.
"I guess, but right now we are occupied with the First Task." Hazel was still rubbing her head.
"That won't be difficult, it is said that in the triwizard tournament, the first tasks are easy." Hermione told in matter of fact voice.
"It's dragons."
"Ron's face fell in amazement.
"How do you know?"
"Hagrid."
"And we are only allowed a wand."
"So, that won't be difficult." Hermione said.
"Hermione, it's dragons, DRAGONS!" Ron looked at her, bewildered.
"I heard the first time." Hermione said," You just need a charm, a summoning charm."
Harry groaned. He was not good at charms.
"Hazel is excellent at charms, Harry." Ron pointed out." Since she is going to be with you, she can do the the spells."
"That's right, but why a summoning charm?"
"If you know a summoning charm, you can summon anything from somewhere near." Hazel explained.
"What would we summon?" Harry asked.
"I don't know, a broomstick."
"That's brilliant, Hazel," Hermione was surprised she didn't come up with it. "A broomstick."
"Why a broomstick?"
"Because, it is, it is..., something they both are great at, they can co ordinate perfectly." Hermione was excited.
"She's right, Harry, Quidditch is the answer." Hazel looked at Harry.
"So, all we need is practice, I am going to help you practice the charm," Hermione told Hazel.
..."This is it,"
"Yes, Hazey, This is it."
"You okay?"
"Yes,You?"
"We'll be fine, As long as we are together." Harry nudged her shoulder.
They stood in the corridor, near the Great Hall,Professor McGonagall was hurrying over to them from the Great Hall. Lots of people were watching.
"Potter, the champions have to come down onto the grounds now. . . . You have to get ready for your first task."
She looked at Hazel, then at Harry. His face displayed an expression of extreme concern.
"Good Luck, Hazel." It was Fred Weasley, he threw a smile in her direction.
"Good Luck, Harry."
Ron, Hermione, and the Weasley twins stood beside them, as Professor McGonagall told them to follow her. They He left the Great Hall with Professor McGonagall. She didn't seem herself either; in fact, she looked nearly as anxious as Hermione. As she walked them down the stone steps and out into the cold November afternoon, she put her hand on Hazel's shoulder.
"Now, don't panic," she said, "just keep a cool head. . . . We've got wizards standing by to control the situation if it gets out of hand. . . . The main thing is just to do your best, and nobody will think any the worse of you. . . . Are you all right?"
"Yes," Harry heard himself say. "Yes, I'm fine."
"It's a good thing, they are letting you two compete together."
Hazel looked at Harry ,and he looked at her, It just got so better that they were together. hat if one was on the side but still getting hurt?
"You're to go in here with the other champions," said Professor McGonagall, in a rather shaky sort of voice, "and wait for your turn, Potter.s Mr. Bagman is in there . . . he'll be telling you the — the procedure. . . . Good luck."
They went inside.
Fleur Delacour was sitting in a corner on a low wooden stool. She didn't look nearly as composed as usual, but rather pale and clammy. Viktor Krum looked even surlier than usual, Cedric gave them a small smile.
Good-o!" said Bagman happily, looking around at him. "Come in, come in, make yourself at home!"
"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!"
"Ladies first," he said, offering it to Fleur Delacour. She put a shaking hand inside the bag and drew out a tiny, perfect model of a dragon — a Welsh Green.
Then he offered the bag to Hazel,
"and, of course, the Potter twins,"
Hazel dug her hand in, pulled out the Hungarian Horntail, and the number four. Cedric put his hand into the bag, and out came the blueish-gray Swedish Short-Snout, the number one tied around its neck. Krum pulled out the scarlet Chinese Fireball. It had a number three around its neck.
"Feeling alright?" Ludo Bagman was crouching over Harry and Hazel, having a fatherly expression.
Harry and Hazel sat closely together, each of them worried about the other. It was obvious that they had to take of themselves, to protect the other. Whoever was trying to hurt them had formulated the plan carefully.
"No, it's okay."
"It's alright."
"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,. . . . Anything I can do to help . . ."
"Thank you, Mr Bagman, but we know, what we have to do." Hazel said firmly.
"Nobody would know..."
A whistle had blown somewhere. "Good lord, I've got to run!" said Bagman in alarm, and he hurried off.
Cedric went first, they heard the crowd cheering. Harry wished that they were in the crowd just like so many others. But they weren't like the other, always different, always in the spotlight they didn't like. One after the other, the first three champions went and collected their egg, the commentary, the words, the screams were terrifying both of the so much that they couldn't speak.
They waited. And then they heard the whistle blow. Hazel and Harry walked past the trees, and stood in the full disclosure, to the dragon and to the audience.
"The Potter twins," Ludo Bagman's voice boomed,
Hazel stood infront and took out her wand.
"Accio Firebolts,"She said confidently,
Sirius had both them both Firebolts, the most expensive and fastest brooms in the world two years ago.
"For all the birthdays I have missed." A card was placed on it. Hazel and Harry still had the cards taped on a wall in their rooms.
Harry and Hazel waited,
"It worked, of course it worked, Hazel was excellent at charms and spells." Harry thought.
Their firebolts hurtled towards them and stopped in midair, waiting for them, to mount.
They were back where they belonged. . . . This was just another Quidditch match, that was all . . . just another Quidditch match, and that Horntail was just another ugly opposing team. . .
"Great Scott, he can fly!" yelled Bagman as the crowd shrieked and gasped. "Are you watching this, Mr. Krum?, Look at the girl, Amazing"
Harry soared around the dragon, it followed Harry's every move,
"Harry, watch out." Hazel yelled from the corner. She was trying to get the egg.
The dragon was closer to Harry, it breathed fire out, Harry's arm stung. He looked at Hazel, her arm was also darker, it was a burn mark. The Horntail didn't seem to want to take off, she was too protective of her flew higher. The Horntail's head rose with him, her neck now stretched to its fullest extent, still swaying, like a snake before its charmer. . . . Harry rose a few more feet, The Dragon was now longing to strike at Harry. Hazel was suddenly noticed by the dragon. It came roaring at her leaving her place. Harry took the advantage and went straight towards the golden egg. He held it in his arms as the crowd cheered. The dragon, let out a breath of fire, Hazel's injured arm felt like as if it was burning. Harry screamed and the egg dropped.
"AHHHH."
It was so unexpected for Harry. Hazel directed her broom to the ground and caught the egg before it reached the ground.
"Look at that!" Bagman was yelling. "Will you look at that! "
Harry saw the dragon keepers rushing forward to subdue the Horntail, and, over at the entrance to the enclosure, Professor McGonagall, Professor Moody, and Hagrid hurrying to meet them, all of them waving them toward them, their smiles evident even from this distance. He helped Hazel back to the camp.
"That was excellent, Potters!" cried Professor McGonagall as they got off the Firebolt — which from her was extravagant praise.
Professor Moody looked very pleased too; his magical eye was dancing in its socket.
"Right then, Potter, the first aid tent, please . . ." said Professor McGonagall firmly.
Harry and Hazel were being treated for their burns when Hermione, Ron and the Weaslry twins came in.
"You did it, You two actually did it." Ron was hoarse from yelling.
"Amazing flying Hazel, Harry," Fred and George in unison.
Hazel smiled. She was so relieved.
"Come on, let's go, See your scores!" Fred said impatiently.
Living near the Weasleys, Hazel Potter had made progress with friendship with Fred and George as she inherited her father's mischievous side more than Harry, They had shared many pranks and scams at Hogwarts together.
All of them went outside.
"It's marks out of ten from each one," Ron said,
Madame Maxime — raise her wand in the air. What looked like a long silver ribbon shot out of it, which twisted itself into a large figure eight. "Not bad!" said Ron as the crowd applauded. "I suppose she took marks off for your arms."
Mr. Crouch came next. He shot a number nine into the air.
"Amazing." Hazel murmured, standing next to Harry and Hermione.
Next, Dumbledore. He too put up a nine. The crowd was cheering harder than ever. Ludo Bagman — ten
. "Ten?" said Harry in disbelief. "But . . . We got hurt. . . . What's he playing at?"
"Harry, don't complain!" Ron yelled excitedly.
And now Karkaroff raised his wand. He paused for a moment, and then a number shot out of his wand too — four.
Everyone booed.
You're tied in first place, Harry, Hazel! You and Krum!" said Charlie Weasley he came out of nowhere, hurrying to meet them as they set off back toward the school.
"Charlie," Hazel squealed."You stayed."
"Yes, I had to watch." His face displayed a grin similar to Fred and George's. "It's you, two."
Harry held the Golden egg in one hand, and the other hand was around his sister. All of them walked to the Gryffindor common room.