Before they knew it they were waiting to find out who's going to be in the cup.
Harry would work hard during training and like he promised his family used every bit of strength he had during school classes and Dumbledore training. That got his family and professors thrilled and proud of their student, son, godson and cub.
Hermione was even more jealous of him for being top of their year but Harry had told them he swore to work hard during classes and Dumbledore was training him everything. That got Ron and Hermione to understand.
"Sit down, please. Now the moment you've all been waiting for, the champion selection!" Dumbledore said.
Then he took out his hands and put them on top of the cup. Then a piece of paper appeared and he caught it.
"The Beauxbatons champion is, Fleur Delacour!"
Everyone started clapping and cheering while she shook hands with Dumbledore.
Then the next one came.
"The Durmstrang champion is, Viktor Krum!"
Everyone started clapping again and he did the same thing Fleur did.
A few seconds later the third paper came.
"The Hogwarts champion is, Cedric Diggory!"
Everyone, especially his fellow Hufflpuff's clapped for him hard and just like Fleur and Viktor he shook hands and left.
"Excellent! We now have our three champions. But in the end, only one person will win. Only one person will host, the tri-wizard cup!"
Suddenly the cup went off again and another paper appeared and he caught it.
"Harry Potter." he muttered.
Then he looked up.
"Harry Potter?"
"No, no." Hagrid said shaking his head.
"HARRY POTTER!"
"Come on Harry. Harry for goodness sake!" Hermione said and pushed her forward.
He slowly walked towards him. Ron stared at her in anger and Tracey worried.
"He's a cheat!" someone said.
"Not even seventeen yet!" someone else said.
Dumbledore handed him the paper and he headed to where the other champions went. On his way there McGonagall put a hand on his shoulder.
When he got there the other three looked at him confused.
"Harry Potter! Harry Potter!" someone said.
Dumbledore came and pushed him backwards.
"Harry! Did you put your name in the goblet?"
"No sir!"
"Did you ask an older one to do it for you?"
"No sir!"
"You're absolutely sure?"
"Y-yes sir."
"But of course he is lying!" Madam Maxime said pushing a light away from her.
"The hell he is! The Goblet of Fire is an exceptionally powerful magical object. Only an exceptionally powerful Confundus Charm could've hoodwinked it. Magic way beyond the talents of a fourth year." Moody said.
Harry winced for a second.
'Not after being trained by Dumbledore before and during school.' he thought.
"You seem to have a lot of thought about this thing, Mad-eye." Igor said.
"It was once my job to think like Dark wizards do Karkaroff, perhaps you remember." Moody said.
"It doesn't help Alastor. It's up to you Barty." Dumbledore said.
"The rules are operant, Mr. Potter has no choice. He is, as of tonight, a tri-wizard champion."
After that they had them go to their common room and the teachers go to Dumbledore's office.
When they got to Dumbledore's office they were sitting there thinking.
"This can't go on Albus. First the Dark Mark, now this?" McGonagall said.
"What do you suggest Minerva?" he asked.
"Put an end to it! Don't let Potter compete! And what about full moons? How is he going to be able to do them if he would be tired before and after them?" she said.
"You heard Barty the rules are clear. And we'll think of something." he said.
"The devil will party. Since when do you accommodate them?" she said.
"Headmaster, l, too, find it difficult to believe this mere coincidence. However, if we are to truly discover the meaning of these events perhaps we should, for the time being let them unfold. And you know I make the wolfsbane every month." Snape said.
"What? Do nothing, offer him up as bait? Potter is a boy, not a piece of meat!" she said.
"l agree. With Severus. Alastor, keep an eye on Harry, will you?" Dumbledore said.
"l can do that." Moody said.
"Don't let him know, though. He must be anxious enough as it is knowing what lies ahead. Then again, we all are." he said pulling out his memory of Harry being selected while McGonagall raised her hands in defeat.
Back in the common room,
"How'd you do it?" Ron asked catching everyone's attention. "Never mind. Why let your best friend know."
"Let you know what?" he said.
"You're a bloody werewolf."
Tracey and Hermione looked at him while he realized what he just said.
Harry walked over to him his eyes turning gold.
"I didn't ask for this to happen Ron. You're being stupid."
Then he leaned closer.
"And keep it quiet before anyone finds out. Especially since it's the day before the full moon."
"Yeah that's right, Harry Potter's stupid friend. And I didn't mean to say that also I'm not helping you tomorrow night or for the rest of your life."
"Fine. I've got Paddy and Speedy still." he whispered.
"I didn't put my name in that cup. I don't want eternal glory. I just want to be, look, I don't know what happened here and I don't know why." he said louder.
"Pit off." he said as he headed to the dormitory.