Author's notes:
I'm traveling tomorrow so you all get this chapter a day early!
So this chapter, due to the way the youth brigade tricks Hagrid, for the first time I wasn't all that pleased with Harry and his friends. But it is what it is and they do what's needed. It'll be interesting to see what others think. Also I apologize for the shortish chapter. The next one will be longer. Promise. Oh, and remember, when I go changing long past facts of JKRs canon, it's ALTERNATE UNIVERSE.
Standard disclaimer: It all belongs to JKR. Thank you JKR for letting us play with your toys.
I will continue to use the occasional song lyric in the story and will give credit at the time when needed.
This is the fifth book in my Slytherin Harry series.
Book 1: Harry Potter and the Muggle's Daughter
Book 2: Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone
Book 3: Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets
Book 4: Harry Potter and the Blood Traitor's Daughter
Book 5: Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire
If you haven't read books 1-4 you won't know what's going on. But the bonus is you've got four completed books before you even get to this one!
HARRY POTTER AND THE GOBLET OF FIRE
CHAPTER XIII
Cheat
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The next morning Harry walked up to Fleur and offered her an envelope. "I want notzzing from 'ou."
"You already have a second wand because of me," he retorted and tossed the letter on the table. She glared at him. "A princess would burn it, an intelligent person would read it," he said. "Either way I tried." He walked away, heading for the Slytherin table and the Durmstrang students. They were no exception to people taking note of his actions in approaching Fleur.
"Vat do you vant?" the boy who had shoved him into a suit of armor sneered. Harry ignored him; keeping his eyes locked with Viktor he offered him an identical envelope to the one he'd given Fleur. The other boy went to grab it but Viktor's hand shot out, blocking the boy off. "Pomolikh li za vashata pomosht?" Viktor asked.
"Toĭ e lŭzhets i izmama. Veroyatno e kapan."
"Pred tsyaloto uchilishte? Izpolzvaĭ glavata si."
The whole time Viktor was speaking with the other boy he never broke eye contact with Harry. "Take it or don't, Viktor," Harry said.
"Ne go slushaĭte," the other boy said. Viktor slowly took the envelope from Harry. "Maĭnata ti momche," the boy exploded at Harry.
Harry held Viktor's eyes for a second longer before turning around and walking away. Behind him he heard a grunt and then Viktor and the other boy continuing to argue loudly in Bulgarian. Harry ignored it and sat down between Ginny and Daphne.
"What was that all about?" Cedric asked. Harry reached for the eggs. "The first task is dragons." Everyone froze.
"What did you say?" Cedric asked.
"Four of them," Harry said. They're hidden in the forest right now. Swedish Short-Snout, Welsh Green, Chinese Fireball, Hungarian Horntail, all nesting mothers; one for each of us. They're going to put a golden egg in with the real ones. We're supposed to collect it." Harry glanced at Fleur. She was watching him. Whatever expression was on her face, it didn't look at all like Harry's letter was the first she'd heard of having to steal an egg from a nesting dragon. He glanced over his shoulder at Viktor. Harry could see the opened letter in his hand. He also didn't appear surprised at the contents.
"You just told them, didn't you?" Cedric accused.
"Yep, though it looks like I didn't really need to."
"How the fuck did you know?" Cedric demanded.
"Cedric," Hermione asked, "just what have you been doing since your name came out of the Goblet?"
"Reading everything I can from past tournaments, searching out different spells to deal with whatever the first task might be."
"Well, at least you're doing something," Luna said.
"Well what have you been doing?"
"Keeping track of every ministry official who comes in the doors, following the judges, listening at closed doors, overhearing them talking about dragons, eggs, clues for the second task," Daphne ticked off the activities that had engaged them for the last three weeks. It wasn't exactly the truth, but none of it was a lie either. Cedric blinked dazedly back at her.
"The teachers can't help you, but your friends can, Cedric," Luna pressed.
"If you want to survive this," Ginny said, "might I suggest you start thinking like a Slytherin."
"What's that mean?" Cedric asked.
"It means, cheat, Cedric," Daphne said. "Just like Fleur and Viktor have so obviously been doing as evidenced by their lack of reaction to Harry telling them what he's just told you.
"Frankly," Harry said, "I wouldn't be surprised in the least to find out Maxime and Karkaroff told them." Around them no one said a word, but it was clear everyone had been listening.
"Dragons?" Cedric asked.
Harry raised his glass. "Cheers, Mate," he said before downing it. "Ready?" he asked.
Neville stuffed a last sausage in his mouth and quickly chugged his juice. "Good." He stood and offered his hand to Daphne.
"See you at dinner, Mate," Harry said to Cedric.
"Mr Potter," Professor Vector said at dinner that evening. "When you are finished eating you are to report to the anterior chamber."
"May I ask why?" Harry asked.
"Something to do with the letters you delivered this morning."
Harry sagged, muttering, "Honestly?"
"Is my presence required?" Cedric asked. "If it's something to do with the tournament I should be included, shouldn't I?"
She considered for a second before shrugging. "Agreed, report as well, Mr Diggory."
"Yes, Ma'am."
"Five points, Potter, for integrity," his head of house said before walking off.
"Apparently," Luna observed, "no good deed goes unpunished."
Harry said nothing and went about eating, going back for seconds of both dinner and afters. He'd been told to report after he finished eating. If that took an hour and a half, as far as he was concerned, they could wait.
"Mr Potter," Dumbledore said when he entered. He paused when Cedric followed him in. "Mr Diggory?"
"Professor Vector suggested he should come," Harry said. He quickly tallied who was present; Fleur, Maxime, Viktor, Karkaroff, and Moody. Rather telling they'd not bothered to inviting an advocate for him. "After all, he has a right to know what's going on with the tournament."
Dumbledore eyed them. "Indeed. Please take a seat."
"I prefer to stand, Sir," Harry said.
"Very well then," Dumbledore said. He pushed two envelopes across the table. "I wondered if you could tell us what these are?"
"They appear to be letters, Sir."
"'e needs to be spanked," Maxime snapped.
"If Fleur's offering, I volunteer," Harry quipped. Fleur gasped. Viktor snorted. Karkaroff glowered at his student.
"I never!" Maxime spluttered. "Impudent brat. First 'e makes us wait for 'im, zen 'e insults my pupil."
"Kind of thought I was complimenting her," Harry retorted.
"Mr," Dumbledore said, instantly bringing silence to the room, "Potter." Harry tried not to cringe. Had he mentioned just how much he despised Dumbledore's magic?
Harry smiled blandly at him. "Sir?"
"We are curious as to the contents of the letters. You do know what is in them, yes?"
"Yeppa."
"Would you care to tell us how you came by this information?"
"Noppa."
Dumbledore fixed him with hard eyes. Harry looked straight back at him. "Why not?"
"Constant vigilance, Sir—" Harry ventured. Professor Moody suffered a sudden coughing fit. "There are two tasks besides this one I've yet to crack. If I tell you, you'll make adjustments and I'll have to work harder. Frankly, I'm about this close," Harry held his hand up with his thumb and forefinger pressed firmly together, "to buggering up as it is. Anything more and I might cock up big time. Which might lead to me dying. Which, I hope, you'll agree would be a bit of bad press." Moody pounded on his chest his coughing got so bad.
"Would you like some water, Alastor?" Professor Dumbledore asked tightly.
Moody waved him off. "I'll be fine."
Dumbledore pressed his lips together angrily before turning back to Harry. "Mr Potter, I'm afraid I must insist."
"Then I insist the dragons aren't far enough into the forest. You can see them spewing fire from the clock tower."
"And you just assume they are for the first task?"
"Am I wrong…? Seriously, if I am, tell me so I can stop preparing to face them and figure out whatever the hell it is I'm supposed to be doing."
"Of course it is zee first task, 'ou insolent brat! 'hy do 'ou zink 'ou are 'ere?"
"So I was right!" Harry exclaimed. "Brilliant, I'll carry on with my preparations then, shall I?" He rocked up on his toes, grinning maniacally at her. "Might want to work on that poker face, Headmistress." Her mouth dropped open and she flushed clear from her neck to the roots of her dark hair. Harry figured it'd only take another jab or two and she'd explode right there. Karkaroff and Dumbledore glared at him. Fleur sneered. Viktor was pinching the bridge of his nose and appeared to be trying not to laugh. Moody suffered another coughing fit.
"Mr Potter," Dumbledore said tightly, "you do understand you've been accused of cheating to obtain this information."
Harry pretended to consider. "Would it disqualify me from competing if I had? Cause if it will, guilty as charged. You hear that Goblet?" he called. "I'm cheating, you can throw me out now."
"This is not a joke!" Karkaroff exploded. He jumped to his feet and advanced on Harry.
Quicker than Harry thought possible, Moody was still suffering a coughing fit, the old auror stepped in Karkaroff's path. The tip of his wand pressed into the other wizard's throat. He managed it even faster than Harry had triggered the release for his wand. "You weren't about to assault a student, were you, Igor," he growled.
Karkaroff froze, glancing down at the wand fearfully. He backed up a step. "Of course not."
Moody smirked at him. "My mistake then." He stepped back himself. His magical eye spun wildly in its socket. "Did you cheat, Potter?" he demanded.
Harry sent his wand away. "Define cheat," he countered.
"Mr Potter," Dumbledore warned.
Harry turned to him. "Let's not mince words, Headmaster. I don't like you… Frankly, I'm pretty sure the feeling's mutual. But you have nothing. Even if you did, there isn't a damn thing you can do about it. Beyond that, I would think you, as the only person in this room who was alive during the last tournament, would appreciate my intention to get out of this with as little loss of life to everyone involved as possible… I could, after all, have said nothing and let them go in blind. And if nothing else, this should prove I didn't enter and don't give a damn about winning. All I want is to get out of this alive."
For a very long time Dumbledore said nothing. He watched Harry. Harry watched him. Everyone else watched them both. If they'd bothered looking at the book Cedric had given Fleur they would know Dumbledore had competed in the tournament the last time it had been held. A student from Durmstrang by the name of Gellert Grindelwald – yes, that Grindelwald – had defeated him. The third champion, Belle Dorian of Beauxbatons died during the last task. She was the final straw that broke the hold the tournament held on people. Unfortunately, it had come to late for Arianna Dumbledore. She had been Dumbledore's hostage. She was killed during the second task; stuck by an errant spell. They'd been unable to determine if it had been Dumbledore or Grindelwald's spell that had killed her.
"That will be all, Mr Potter," Dumbledore said quietly.
Harry turned to go. He paused in the door. "For what it's worth, I am sorry for your loss, Sir."
"Zat is it! 'ou will just allow 'im to embarrass us zis way?"
"You should be embarrassed," Cedric spoke for the first time.
"Excusez-moi?"
"You're the ones who failed to prevent Harry being entered against his will. If you're embarrassed, you have no one to blame but yourself. If Harry continues to outwit, outwork and outlast the rest of us, it only proves he's the person who should win." He turned on Fleur. "Would you have entered if you'd read that book first?" She tried to avoid answering by staring him down. "Would you?" he demanded.
"Oui," she said defiantly
"Liar." She flushed but he ignored her and turned on Viktor. "You?"
"No."
"I rest my case. The only person in the tournament who should be, is the one who did the work to determine entering was a fool's folly and didn't. Maybe the two of you should quit crying about how unfair it is or how he found out what the first task is and figure out how the hell you're going to steal an egg from a nesting dragon without getting killed." He spun on his heel and shoved Harry out the door. "Come on, Harry, let's get out of here."
Moody chuckled. "Well, you all might not like him, but you gotta admit, that kid is three steps ahead of you if he's one."
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"Professor, Hagrid?" Luna asked, "I wondered if I could speak with you privately?"
The giant of a man smiled at her. She hated to take advantage of him this way, but they needed to get at those eggs and they couldn't do that if he was guarding them, and she had been one of his favorites ever since her success with Buckbeak third year. So, here she was. "Sure thin', Luna." He placed a giant hand on her shoulder and steered her towards his shack. "How about a cuppa?"
"Oh, that would be lovely." Fang barked loudly on seeing her and bounded down to greet her. She patiently put up with his slobbering kisses and hugged the giant dog. "And how's my favorite boy?" she asked. Fang woffed and wagged his tail so hard his whole back end moved.
"He does like yeh, Luna," Hagrid chuckled. He opened the door and ushered her inside. Luna sat down in a chair so big her feet didn't touch the floor. Fang settled in front of her, giving her a footrest.
Luna kicked off her shoes and used her feet to knead his back. "Silly boy," she teased. Fang rolled over on his back and peddled his leg blissfully as she rubbed his tummy. Hagrid handed her a cup of tea the size of a large carafe. "Thank you, Hagrid."
"Yer welcome, Luna." He grabbed a tin the size of a garbage bin and pulled the cover off. "Biscuit?" he asked.
"Yes, please." He shook it about, looking for a smaller one. It still ended up being the size of ten normal biscuits.
"Made 'em meself, just this mornin'," Hagrid said proudly.
Luna dipped hers in her tea, letting it soak a good while. It was the only way she wouldn't break a tooth, and took a bite. "Lovely," she sighed.
"Now what's this about?" Hagrid said. "Not having trouble with yer friends again, are yeh? I know yer still runnin' about with that Harry Potter."
"Oh, Harry's wonderful. Just the other day he stopped one of the older Slytherins from putting a hex on my soup."
"I don't know, Luna," Hagrid said. "Bucky trusted yeh, so I'll trust yer word he's a'righ', but I know Dumbledore isn't fond of him."
Luna waved him off. "The Headmaster simply has an infestation of midgeums. If he'd just soak his feet in goat's milk infused with rabbit sperm he'd see what a wonderful person Harry is."
Hagrid leaned back in his chair. "Midgeums, yeh say?"
Luna dunked her biscuit. "Oh yes, worst case I've ever seen."
"Maybe yer right. I'll have ter look next time I talk to him."
"Lovely." Luna sipped at her tea.
"Well, if it's not yer friends, what'd'ya need to talk ter me about?"
"I was hoping you'd take me to see the dragons."
Hagrid sloshed his tea. "Oh, hot. Hot." He hurriedly set his mug down and grabbed a napkin the size of a bath towel to blot it up. "Now how'd yeh find out about tha'? That's top secret, tha' is?"
"Oh, the whole school knows," she waved him off. "It's hardly secret at all. But they are out in the forest and it's quite scary out there and I don't want to get detention for going by myself. But then I thought if a professor took me I'd be fine."
"I don't know, Luna," Hagrid hedged. It was plain to see he wanted an excuse to go see them himself though.
"Have you seen them?" Luna asked. Hagrid shifted guiltily. "You have!" Luna leaned forward eagerly. "Are they not just the most wondrous creatures you've ever seen?" she asked conspiratorially.
Hagrid glanced at the door. "Well, I shouldn't say nothin', but they're beaut'ful."
Luna bounced up and dropped to her knees in front of him. She grabbed his hands. "Oh, please, take me? Please, Hagrid, say you'll take me to see them?"
Hagrid glanced at the door again. "A'righ'," he agreed.
Luna jumped to her feet and threw her arms around him, well, she hugged him as best she could, anyway. "Oh, thank you, Hagrid! Thank you, thank you, thank you!"
Hagrid chuckled and pried her off him. "But no' righ' now. I've got sommat ter do so it'll have ter be late."
"How late?" Luna asked. "Just tell me what time to come and I'll be there. shall I meet you here?"
Hagrid considered, shooting a glance to the corner where a tarp was covering something. "Yeah, tha' should work. Come at midnight though, no sooner."
Luna hugged him again. "Let's make it one, all right?"
Hagrid nodded. "Yeah, tha' migh' be better."
Luna slid into her seat next to Hermione at their table in the library. "Harry, I need your cloak," she said.
"You know where it is," he answered.
"Wonderful." She turned to Hermione. "I'll pick you up at midnight. Ginevra, we'll be outside your common room at quarter past."
"What about the rest of us?" Harry asked.
"You will be sleeping if I have to give you Draught of Living Death," Luna said.
"Daphne, Neville, you get the first shifts making sure no one else enters Hagrid's hut till they come get the eggs for the task."
"That's fine," Daphne agreed.
"It isn't like those two need our help anyway," Neville said.
Ginny slipped under the cloak with Hermione and Luna. "Any problems?"
"Just a couple of seventh-years I had to convince they'd heard professor McGonagall in the common room," Hermione answered.
"Good. Let's get this done. I'd like to get a few hours sleep before I have to watch my boyfriend walk in that arena."
The three girls were able to slip out of the castle and down the lawns undetected and were soon standing in front of Hagrid's hut. Luna ducked out from under the cloak and knocked on the door. There was a bark and a bang and then Hagrid's voice from inside. "Git back yeh dozy dog." The door cracked open. "Luna?"
"It's me," she said. He slipped out. Fang whined when Hagrid tried to shut him in. "Now yeh know yeh can't come you have t' watch the…" Hagrid glanced at Luna. "Well yeh have t' stay."
"Oh, can't he come?" Luna pleaded.
"Nah, he'll make too much noise."
"He can be quiet," Luna said. "Can't you my big boy." Fang must have wagged his tail because something in the hut crashed to the floor. Fang dropped his head. "See, he'll be good," Luna said.
"Al'righ'" Hagrid sighed, "just keep yer mouth shut."
Fang burst through the cracked open door and bounded down to Luna. She hugged him tightly. "Such a good boy. Now come on and no barking. Not even one little woof, understand?" Fang sat and thumped his tail happily. "Such a good boy."
"Eh, git a move on yeh dozy dog."
When they were a safe distance away, Ginny whispered, "I love her, but there is just something not natural about that girl."
"You have no idea," Hermione agreed. They stood there for another few seconds.
"Come on," Ginny said. She quickly climbed the steps and pushed the door open. "Not even locked." The two slipped inside. Hermione set a Warning Charm on the first step before closing the door. "Get the back," Ginny said. She pulled the cloak off.
"Right," Hermione said. Ginny moved to the tarp Luna had told them to look under. She quickly drew the first detection web Bill had told her to use and sent it at the tarp. Three more in quick succession told her it was safe to move.
"Done," Hermione said, rejoining her. "Then here goes nothing," Ginny said. She grabbed a corner of the tarp and pulled it back. Underneath, they found a large trunk labeled,
TRIWIZARD TOURNAMENT
"Let's get to work." Half an hour later Ginny frowned. "Crap."
"What?"
"See this here," Ginny pointed. "I don't recognize the way it's linking with the Protean Charm.
Hermione frowned. Photographic memory or not, runes was Ginny's thing. Bill said she was as good now as he was when he graduated Hogwarts. "Are you certain?"
"Yes, check your book."
Hermione dug out her notebook and compared the runes they'd expected to find to the one Ginny was pointing out. It took near a minute for her to notice there were only nine little dots in the makeup of the rune in their notebook where the one the detection web had shown them had ten. "How on earth do you even spot that?"
Ginny shrugged. "Just do."
"So what do we do?"
"Well, it's either a false positive, or a false negative, or it's exactly what it says it is. The problem is, I've never seen that rune before so I don't know what it's telling me this is going to do if we open it."
"How do you know it isn't just fake?"
"Well, I suppose we don't, but my gut says it's going to do something we aren't expecting."
"So we mirror Bill?"
"Yep."
Two minutes later Bill frowned. "Shit."
"What?" Ginny asked.
"I'm pretty sure he put a bloodline in it."
"That's bad, isn't it?" Hermione asked. "The only way past it is to overload it, right? And there's no way they won't know we've broken it if we do, right?"
"Give me a second," Bill said.
"This is not good," Ginny muttered, "if he has to look something up."
"Tell me the next dozen," Bill said. Ginny quickly listed them off. "You're certain about all of them?"
"Yes. It's just a sacrifice, isn't it?" Ginny asked.
"Pretty sure."
"Is it specific to the person or can anyone do it?"
"Try it and find out."
"Won't that leave a mark?"
"Only if they actually check it. My bet is they won't. They'll see it's locked up the way it's supposed to be and won't bother. Even if they do, they can't trace it to you. Just make sure you use your spare wands so they can't Prior Incantatum them."
"We have been," Ginny said. She used her wand to prick her finger and let a drop splat down on the trunk. She then drew the detection web again and went through the runes. "That did it," she said.
Bill grinned. "Nice job, Firefly."
"Thanks. I'll mirror if I need you again."
"I'll be here." Ten minutes later the two had the eggs back in the trunk and were working on the miniature dragon totems. "We may have a problem," Ginny said.
"What?" Hermione asked, but Ginny was already casting a detection web on her dragon. Dozens and dozens of runes bloomed into existence; far more than would be needed to animate the totem. "They're cursed," Hermione whispered. Ginny was already burning the runes into her notebook. It took five minutes for her to finish with the first one. She pushed the totem to Hermione.
"We haven't got time to unravel it. Set it for Harry while I get these others."
"But it won't work if it's already cursed, will it?"
"Maybe," Ginny said. "The only thing I know for certain is, it can't work if we don't at least try it."
It took a further ten minutes for them get the Rune Tales from the other three dragons and another twenty to reset all the locking spells on the trunk. Ginny tossed the tarp over it and grabbed the cloak. "I have no idea how she's managed to keep him busy so long but she's got to be going spar by now." Hermione ducked under the cloak with her and they slipped out the back door. They quickly moved around to the front of the hut where they transformed and left the cloak for Luna. Hermione raced for the owlery while Ginny tipped her head back and howled.
"Yer sure yeh don' want me t' walk yeh up ter the castle?" Hagrid asked. He glanced at the door to his hut.
"Oh no," Luna said, "I'm fine. You go on." She bent and waved her hand at some nonexistent thing on the ground.
Hagrid shifted. "It's jus' I was watchin' somethin' for Dumbledore and kind of forgot abou' it fer a while there with the dragons."
"Well, then you go on. You've done more than enough for me tonight."
Hagrid edged to the door. "Yer sure?"
"Trust me," Luna said. "I'll be safe in the castle before you can blink."
"If yer sure?" He reached for the handle and pushed the door open.
Luna whipped the cloak on when he looked away. "I am. And thank you, Hagrid."
Hagrid stepped in the door, right through the Obliviation Web Ginny and Hermione had woven. He stopped, shook his head, turned around and spotted fang. "What're ya doin' out there, yeh dozy dog? Git in here." Fang cocked his head. "Well com'mon." Fang glanced back over his shoulder but Luna said nothing. "If yeh don' git up here yeh can sleep outside," Hagrid threatened. Fang trudged up the steps and into the hut. Hagrid gave a last look around before closing the door.
"I'm sorry, Hagrid," Luna whispered. She turned and hurried for the castle. On arriving she found only Ginny waiting for her. "Where is Hermione?"
"We had a problem with the dragon totems, she went to get Hedwig so we could send the Rune Tales to Bill." Ginny folded her map away. "She's on her way back now… Are you all right?"
"You should have seen him," Luna sniffed. "He was so happy to see them and I took that away from him."
"Oh, Luna," Ginny soothed. She pulled her into her arms. "You know it was for the best, right? This way he won't get in trouble for taking you into the forest."
"I know," Luna sniffed. "It was just so wonderful and now he won't remember."
Hermione came up behind them and wrapped her arms around them both. "We can give it back after the tournament."
"No we can't, he'd never trust me again. And he'd be more convinced than ever Harry is a bad influence on me." Ginny met Hermione's eyes. There really wasn't anything they could say. Actions had a price and this one was higher than most.
"Come on," Ginny sighed, "Let's get you to bed."
"I hate being here," Luna said angrily. "I hate this school. I hate my house and I just want to go to your treehouse so I don't have to sleep alone."
"I know, Luv," Ginny soothed. Knowing, in less than ten minutes she would be curled up beside Daphne, she had never felt more guilty about being sorted to Slytherin and leaving Luna alone than she did right then. "Believe me, I know."
"Hush now," Hermione said. "Let's not get caught when we're nearly finished." She gently moved Luna along into the castle and they were soon at the entrance to the Slytherin common room.
"Mirror me when you're in bed," Ginny said.
"I will," Luna said.
"You as well," Ginny said to Hermione.
"Promise. Now go on."
Ginny slipped out from under the cloak, whispered the password and was through the door. Two minutes later she crawled in bed with Daphne, lying with her head in the other girl's lap. "Hold me," she pleaded.
"What happened? Why did Hermione go to the owlery?"
"The dragon totems were cursed. She needed Hedwig to get the Rune Tales to Bill."
"Cursed with what?"
"I've no idea, but I suspect someone else has a specific dragon in mind for Harry."
Daphne stared down at her for a second before reaching for the drawer on her nightstand. "You're taking a full dose tonight."
"I can't I'll never wake up tomorrow."
"We don't have to be up till nine. It will be fine."
"Luna's going to mirror. Hermione too."
"You've done your job for tonight. Now drink." Ginny did as ordered and promptly passed out.
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Author's notes:
The online translator for English to Bulgarian gave me the following.
"Pomolikh li za vashata pomosht?"
"Did I ask for your help?"
Toĭ e lŭzhets i izmama. Veroyatno e kapan.
"He is a liar and a cheat. It is probably a trap."
Pred tsyaloto uchilishte? Izpolzvaĭ glavata si.
"In front of the whole school? Use your head."
The whole time Viktor was speaking with the other boy he never broke eye contact with Harry. "Take it or don't, Viktor," Harry said.
"Ne go slushaĭte," the boy said.
"Don't listen to him."
Viktor slowly took the envelope from Harry.
"Maĭnata ti momche," the boy exploded at Harry.
"Fuck you midget boy."