A/n: A new chapter has come...

"Now that that that's done," Kurt eyed himself in the mirror and was satisfied to see all evidence of his exercise meeting with Cedric hidden, he removed his makeup bib and smiled at his friends, "Hermione will go change and meet us at breakfast, then we'll be off."

"There's nothing wrong with what I'm wearing," Hermione rolled her eyes at him as they filed out of the bathroom, "besides, I shan't be joining you today."

Kurt clutched his chest in shock, "but I love you."

"I have my session with Professor Burbage today," she laid a comforting hand on his shoulder, "I also have administrative work to do and I'd like to go to the library sometime today."

"Why do you have a session with Professor Burbage," Neville quirked a suspicious brow at Hermione, "I thought you were no longer taking muggle studies."

"I'm not taking it as part of my core subjects," Hermione explained, "I do it as independent study."

"You guys didn't think we'd just give up on getting twelve OWLs," Kurt scoffed, "Heavens no, when we jeopardised the integrity of our time turners to save ourselves on the lake last year we had contingent plan in place."

"Kurt had a contingent," Hermione corrected, "my life has some semblance of normalcy so I don't make plans in case I have to save myself from a fate worse than death."

"Bet you do now," Kurt smirked but Hermione shook her head to the negative, "you really should."

Harry furrowed his brow, "So you have class now?"

"Not now," Hermione shook her head, "in about an hour, and it's not really class as an information session I have to write a paper on by the end of the term."

"So you're never going to Hogsmead?" Neville gaped.

"Of course she'll be going to Hogsmead," Luna assured Neville, "I'm sure she'd have gone if the visit had been on its scheduled day, last Saturday, but since it was pushed due to preparations for the announcement of Triwizard Champions the following day it created a clash."

Hermione moved to speak but Kurt stopped her, he rolled of his eyes as they sat down for breakfast, "Let me guess, you couldn't have said it better yourself?"

"I was actually going to tell them that we only have one session a term," Hermione smiled devilishly, "but that too."

"Jealousy is a beautiful colour on you," Dani teased as she and Santana joined their group.

Kurt eyed the pair, "You're overdressed." Kurt let out a small giggle, "You're going to be so disappointed by Hogsmead."

"Why does it seem like you'll derive pleasure from our disappointment?" Dani gave him a cautious glance with a slight flick of her honey blonde hair, "Besides, you're wearing a button up and a cape, I don't think you're one to talk about anyone being overdressed."

"But that's because I always look like this and I have realistic expectations," Kurt gave a devilish smirk, "but you are correct, the misfortunes of others bring me more joy than you could ever imagine."

"We have that in common," Santana gave their audience a matching evil grin, "that's why I stole this morning's paper from a defenceless ginger."

Kurt looked at paper that Santana had furnished, "Lucky Number Four?" Kurt read the headline and grinned broadly, "For a change somebody has presented me with a copy of The Daily Prophet in which I'm not featured."

"I think you might want to read on before making grand proclamations of joy," Santana cackled menacingly.

"With the 'Surprise' entry of Harry Potter as the fourth champion in the Triwizard Tournament, it now looks like four may be the new lucky number. Harry Potter's eyes were swimming with the memory of his dearly departed parents when this reporter sat down with him, and for the duration of our interview I could feel how even to this day the boy of twelve was haunted by the loss of his family. Harry Potter tells this reporter that the only thing that allows him pause from the emotional turmoil that plagues him daily, sometimes culminating in the boy who lived crying himself to sleep, is his love quadrangle with Hermione Granger, Kurt Hummel and his boyfriend." Kurt took a deep breath and clenched his teeth for a moment, "how long have we been a love quadrangle?"

Hermione snatched the newspaper from Kurt, "Hermione Granger, the best friend of Kurt Hummel, is a plain but ambitious girl who has won the heart of the boy who lived whilst harbouring feelings for her best friend." Hermione chuckled and turned to Kurt, "I only think of you as a friend."

"As do I," Kurt nodded his agreement.

"It goes on to talk about how Four Eyes and Hair are in competition for the affections of Grandma," Santana explained, "At the same time, Four Eyes is trying to emulate Grandma to impress Braceface."

"What?"

"Harry and Cedric are in competition for Kurt's affections, and Harry is trying to impress Hermione by acting more like Kurt," Luna explained, "may I be excused? I'll meet you guys at the gate."

"She's really smart," Harry gaped after her, "all the oddities sometimes distort that but she's brilliant."

"Understanding Santana is barely a sign of genius but we'll take your word for it," Dani shrugged, "So, love quadrangle?"

"Sounds like a bad cover band," Hermione giggled, "but so not a thing."

"Doesn't mean it won't make your lives hell," Neville pointed with a smirk, "I can just imagine what Ron thinks of this and the Slytherins will have Harry for the bit about crying himself to sleep. I wouldn't wish to be you today in Hogsmead."

"I, as always, have made a concession plan," Kurt preened at his own magnificence and praise, "you won't have to worry your pretty little head about your new fans."

Harry scowled at Kurt as he pulled him by the cheek, "Do you always have to be so goddamned condescending?"

"Yes," Kurt nodded in shock, "how else am I supposed bear the burden of human kindness?"

"Graciously," Hermione suggested, "like most people."

"Don't bear it," Santana suggested, "like me."

Kurt rolled his eyes, "the question was rhetorical."

"I thought 'do you want to fuck me?' was the rhetorical question," Neville furrowed his brow.

"Both are rhetorical," Kurt nodded with a suggestive wag of his brow.

"Save it for Cedric," Harry teased.

"That's who I heard him ask the question," Neville shuddered, "I did not stick around for the answer."

"Life was punishing you for eavesdropping," Kurt scolded, "the whole point of rhetorical questions is that they need no answer."

"Kurt is the only person who gets everything they want," Hermione gave the group a sweeping gaze, "so regardless of how Cedric would have answered, his wishes weren't a priority."

"I have so much fun teasing him," Kurt mused to himself, "but I don't get everything I want, there are still no straighteners at Hogwarts, and you're doing admin without me instead of coming to Hogsmead with me."

"I think what I'm doing is a little more important than your hurt feelings," Hermione shrugged and Kurt gaped at her, "what?"

"You just blasphemed," Kurt shook his head, "what would drive you to such extremes?"

"I'm starting a club," Hermione smiled glowingly, "the Society for the Protection of Elvish Welfare."

"Oh," Kurt's wasn't expecting this, he had thought it might have been schoolwork but this sounded just as good to him, "tell me more."

"I think it is time that we as young wizards took a stand against the enslavement of house elves," Hermione crossed her arms, "I've been doing a lot of research on the matter since the incident at the world cup with Mr Crouch's house elf." Hermione looked to be in a zone as she explained her motivation, "the way that house elves are treated is appalling and it's time something was done."

"It's a travesty that it has taken this long for somebody to call for the abolition of elvish slavery," Kurt nodded his agreement, "but I feel like the cause will catch on better if it's against something; negative freedom is a lot more popular than positive freedom."

"I don't follow," Hermione pursed her lips in question.

"People are gladder to be free from something rather than free to do something," Kurt smiled, "Being free from imprisonment sounds better than simply not being incarcerated."

"I don't think the marketability of the cause really matters," Dani intervened, "isn't the fact that Hermione has decided to take a stand for what is right more important?"

Santana shook her head, "I think Kurt has a point, a well branded cause is more likely to become wildly popular and/or attract a celebrity endorsement that will exponentially increase the number of people who now know about her cause."

"Yes," Dani countered, "but what if people don't really care and are only participating because it is a fad instead of for the benefit of the cause?"

"I think it doesn't matter how she does it," Neville cut Santana off before she and Dani could carry on arguing, "so long as Hermione does this in a way that feels right to her and retains the initial integrity that she had when she came up with the idea."

"Neville's right," Kurt nodded, "Not more right than I am, just differently right." Kurt held out a hand and Hermione took it, "once your club is ready to start accepting members, I will be the first to sign up- if you will have me."

~0~

Kurt entered the Hog's Head Inn and made a mental note never to accept concierge advice from a man who thought that a beaver skin coat was the it outerwear piece of the season, Kurt should have heeded his gut instinct to go running for the hills when Hagrid had marketed the place as being a great place to get a bargain. Kurt couldn't fault the large man as the establishment did live to the primary criteria Kurt had set; it was quiet, empty if he was perfectly honest. The barkeeper must have been surprised to be receiving guests this early in the day as he jumped to his feet and pointed his wand at the door when the bell above the door rang as they entered.

"Can I help you?" the bearded man peered at them suspiciously, the sleep still evident on his aged yet vaguely familiar face.

"Hi," Kurt stepped forward and extended a friendly hand, "I'm Kurt Elizabeth Hummel, I sent an owl with a request for reservations."

"I thought that was a joke," the man gaped at him but didn't shake his hand, "never had a person make reservations before."

Kurt shook his head as he withdrew his hand, "I never joke about reservations, it's rude. Besides, I'm not known for being particularly funny."

"Somehow that doesn't surprise me," the man shook his head as he pointed to a large wooden table in the corner. Kurt gave an uneasy look as he sat down, "What might the problem be?"

Kurt knocked on the rough wood table top, "This table top hasn't been sanded for the good part of a millennium, could we get a table cloth? I'm afraid I might get a splinter."

"Really Kurt?" Harry and the man both gave him an unimpressed look but he did not break.

"Very well," the man pointed his wand at the table and conjured a rust coloured tarp that Kurt wouldn't have seen fit to lay on the ground let alone on the table but he did not wish to be fussy, "what will you be having?"

"I'll have a butter beer," Neville's voice barely rose above a whisper.

"I'll have the same," Luna nodded.

Santana thought about it for a moment, "I'll a glass of fino sherry."

"I'll have an oloroso sherry," Dani smiled.

"Can I have a sparkling water with lemon slices on the side," Kurt gave a small smile, "no ice."

"I'll just have a butter beer," Harry gave a polite smile.

"That's good," the man nodded slowly, "but we have mead and we have firewhiskey."

There was a short silence as they all waited for somebody else to break the silence, Kurt rolled his eyes, "I'll have mead, and can I still get those lemon slices?"

"No lemon slices," the man's tone was absolute.

"I think six pints of meads will be fine," Harry quelled the man's irritation by placing an order he could actually fill.

"You better hope that mead is spiced because I will be very upset if I have to enjoy a sweet drink," Kurt scolded Harry, "especially if there aren't any lemon slices."

"Trouble in paradise," Neville teased.

"It's hardly paradise when two members of the love quadrangle are missing," Kurt crossed his arms and shook his head in disappointment, "Cedric would have let me insist on those lemon slices a little longer."

"Yes, and when you had to resign to the reality of the situation, he would have complimented and consoled you," Harry added, "I'm not Cedric. I'm the tough guy, I even have a scarred face and everything."

"You think you're tough?" Santana burst out in a violent fit, "There are toddlers tougher than you on my street."

"That's hurtful," Harry gaped at Santana, "Got my face marked up like the less savoury part of town and you're just putting me down like that."

"Maybe she doesn't enjoy scar humour," Luna suggested with a shrug, "Or maybe she just doesn't think you're scary."

"I think it might be because you have a twelve year old girl's hairstyle," Kurt mirrored Luna's seriousness.

"I resent that," Luna snapped, "I have never had hair like that."

"More like a seventies lesbian," Santana suggested.

Dani's eyes shot wide open, "oh my gosh, I totally see it!"

"Like Ellen DeGeneres or Rosie O'Donnell," Santana nodded, "Neither had a haircut this bad but they both did not short but not long."

"Those are lesbians in now," Dani stopped her.

"It's the other side of the world," Neville shrugged, "might as well be another decade, bottom line is that Harry looks like a lesbian."

"We can't all have Finn telling us which hairstyle looks sexiest on us," Harry crossed his arms, "Mr 'you look sexy with your hair pushes back.'"

"Have you asked Finn?" Luna quirked a brow, "Because I asked him and he said I was perfect the way I am."

"I agree," Kurt nodded, "how do you get the silver in your hair."

"I think she was born with it," Dani smiled.

"I think its Maybelline," Santana added, they both giggled, "Oh, we tried it."

"Charming," Kurt eyed the glass that had been placed in front of him by the barkeep, it was dusty. He took deep breath and blew hard on the dust; as he did this the door flew, the thick layer of dust that lined the floor went flying out the door, and vanished just before settling the street outside, "much better."

"I hate how good you are at magic," Harry groaned.

"I blew my glass clean," Kurt shrugged, "I didn't do that, at least not intentionally if it was me."

"When you say it was unintentional," Neville paused to clear his throat, "is this like how burning Malfoy's face was 'unintentional' or like how becoming a cold hearted bitch was unintentional."

"Bad analogy," Kurt shook his head, "both those things were intentional."

"You swore the Draco thing was a mistake when Ron and I asked you to do it again," Harry wagged his finger angrily.

"I lied," Kurt lifted his glass halfway to his mouth but paused before drinking, "What exactly is this?"

"Tej."

Kurt quirked a brow, "exactly being the operative word."

"Ethiopian spiced mead," the man slammed the Florentine vase he'd been pouring the cloudy amber liquid from, his tone was less than friendly, "Would you like me to list every ingredient as well?"

Kurt was a little frightened, he felt he might have over stepped in some way "No, I'm good. I'd hate to ruin the mystery." He took a large gulp of the overly sweet drink, "It's delicious."

"Very good," his friends chorused, each echoing a sentiment of satisfaction.

"Right," the man nodded sternly as he returned to sleeping behind the bar.

"I'm a little afraid for my life," Luna whispered.

"I feel you," Kurt nodded, gulping down his drink, "I vote we finish this round, have a second to be polite and hope it isn't poisoned, then we should leave a generous tip on our way out and hope he doesn't murder us."

Santana and Dani nodded their agreements, "I might even skip the second round."

"And risk being rude?" Dani snapped back at Santana.

"We've overstayed our welcome," Santana hissed back.

"I say we give him Kurt and carry on drinking this sweet nectar," Neville suggested, "this might be the best thing to be inside me ever."

"I'm with Neville," Luna agreed, "on the nectar bit, not the ritual sacrificing of Kurt."

"I say we get another round and discuss this matter like adults," Harry said with a self-satisfied grin as he waved their patron back around for another round.

~0~

Kurt gave the door to Hagrid's three sharp raps, the large man opened the door and smiled, "Oh Kurt, I was beginning to think I was going to have to send out a search party for you."

"I'm sorry I'm late," Kurt threw his briefcase on the kitchen table and slumped in the large chair, "I'm usually never tardy but I've had a terrible morning, I'm not sure exactly what happened but the last thing I remember was having a second round at the Hogs Head because we didn't want to be rude."

"You made the mistake of having the mead," Hagrid gave him a friendly pat on the back, "I'll put on some tea and we can celebrate you surviving."

"I'm almost certain I was being served death slathered in honey," Kurt shook his head, "If it was alcohol, I'd be hungover but all I feel is regret and shame. I'm not exactly sure what I did to such an effect that I might feel so ashamed but it's a lingering feeling."

"Should have warned you against that mead," Hagrid chuckled as he placed a cup of tea in front of Kurt, "I made the same mistake once too."

Kurt drank his tea, he didn't complain that it wasn't chai and he didn't ask for any lemon slices, "So, I went to the library to try and find some information on Blast-ended skrewts but there was nothing on the subject so I hope the little that I did manage to prepare on invertebrate magical creatures will suffice."

Hagrid gave a great booming chuckle and leaned forward in his seat, "I have something special planned for your session and paper."

Kurt's eyes grew wide, "I didn't prepare for something special."

"You didn't think you'd be doing the regular curriculum, did you?" Kurt gave a weak nod, "That's much too broad for this type of set-up, you have to read it for your exam but you can't be expected to cover all of it in one session. Drink your tea."

"If you tell me now then I might be able to do some preparation before we begin with the lesson," Kurt pleaded but Hagrid shook his head and smiled broadly. Kurt slumped in his seat, "It's something lethal, isn't it?"

"That would be telling," Hagrid wagged a dismissive finger and crossed his arms, "drink your tea."

"Fine," Kurt took a large gulp of the bitter tea, Kurt fixed his leather cap in place, "Let's do this, at least they'll say I died beautiful."

"You're being far too dramatic," Hagrid chuckled as he got to his feet, "Follow me then."

Kurt grabbed his briefcase and wished he'd worn different shoes as he followed Hagrid down the wooden steps that led out the vegetable patch, "we're going into the forbidden forest?" Hagrid nodded, "I sometimes wonder why they put forbidden in the name when one considers the number of times I've been in there."

"I thought you knew everything," a low, gravelly voice came from behind Kurt, bringing him up with a start.

Kurt turned on his heels and his sass came back as he crossed his arms, "Hipster Weasley, you and I both know that I am far too brilliant to waste my time on such a trivial matter."

"Kurt," Hagrid smiled, "You already know Charlie Weasley?"

"Yes, we met over the summer," Kurt pursed his lips, "Why aren't you in Romania? What have we done to deserve this?"

"Nothing babes," Kurt smiled at the inappropriate yet completely condescending term of endearment.

Kurt tilted his head with equal condescent, "I have a boyfriend."

"Would you prefer I called you butt face?"

"He's taller than you are," Kurt giggled, "I'm almost taller than you are and I'm only fourteen."

"Whatever butt face," Charlie crossed his arms, "my mother says I might still grow."

"You're what? Twenty-two?" Kurt cocked his hip as he used teasing the older Weasley as a distraction, "You're done growing, you missed your window to achieve human height."

"I'm twenty-one till December," Charlie correct, "And I'm average height."

"I don't think I've ever heard somebody take such pride in being average," Kurt gave a small giggle and gestured toward the forbidden forest, "after you."

"Yes, of course," Charlie huffed, leading Kurt and Hagrid into the forest.

"You know I met Charlie ten years ago when he was a first year," Hagrid said in an effort to ease the tension.

"Has it only been ten years?" Charlie chuckled the ventured deeper into the woods, "feels like a lifetime ago that I got my Hogwarts letter."

"You look like it's been a lifetime," Kurt teased.

"Do we have to bring him?" Charlie turned to Hagrid as he spoke.

"It's his Care for Magical Creatures Lesson," Hagrid explained as they climbed over exposed tree roots.

"If this is a visit to Aragog's nest then can I pass?" Kurt smiled nervously, "because I've done that before and the conversation about the nineteen eighties and the bit about me as if I weren't here aren't sufficiently gripping for me to stay."

"We're almost there," Charlie brushed him off, "Besides, Hogwarts was much cooler when I was here; Gryffindor won the quidditch cup every year I was seeker."

"And I care why?" Kurt quirked a brow.

"Kurt's in Slytherin," Hagrid explained, "a transgression we've come to forgive him for."

"Not that I was asking to be forgiven or even needed to be forgiven," Kurt smirked at the large man.

"Well, Slytherin won the House cup every year I was at Hogwarts," Charlie countered.

Kurt gave a condescending smile, "and that streak would still be ongoing were it not for my generosity."

"What'd you mean?" Hagrid peered at him curiously.

"The one year we lost it was because Professor Dumbledore awarded last minute points to the people involved in the whole philosopher's stone business," Kurt pursed his lips, "didn't you think it was odd that all my friends were involved but I wasn't?" Hagrid's eyes grew wide, "my father taught me that the best form of punishment is one where the punished isn't aware that they're being punished."

"How exactly does that work?" Charlie challenged him whilst Hagrid was performing his best impression of a fish out of water, opening and closing his mouth without a sound as he tried to make sense of what he'd just been told.

"I once demanded my father buy me oxfords with subtle broguing so that I might stand out from my peers, I didn't do this politely," Kurt explained, "so he got a list of the phone numbers of all the parents in my class and asked them to buy their kids brogued oxfords, I spent weeks questioning my genius until Finn let me in on the plot."

"And what exactly were you punishing the Slytherins for?"

"All of Slytherin house thinks they are better than Neville Longbottom. They think their better than me but that's based on prejudice, a prejudice that doesn't extend to Neville," Kurt smiled devilishly, "I thought it was only fitting that they suffer defeat at his hands, when Professor Dumbledore awarded those final points to Neville for being himself that's exactly what happened."

Charlie Chuckled, "And you're supposed to be the personification of evil?"

Kurt shrugged, "I know a curse that can break every bone in your body."

"That sounds scary," Charlie agreed.

"Okay," Kurt smiled, "show me the dragon."

"How'd you know it was dragons?" Hagrid peered at him curiously, pulled from his previous stupor.

"You were really excited, I was a little afraid, and Charlie works with dragons," Kurt rolled his eyes, "I'm assuming they're here for the first task."

"You are good," Charlie nodded, clearly impressed.

"You should witness Hermione at work," Kurt smirked, "she's even better."

"Well," Charlie shrugged, "dragons." The three of them stepped out into the clearing and Kurt took a deep steadying breath, there were four large dragons sleeping in cages, "we gave them a sleeping draft, only way we could have moved them."

"You know Ron thinks you train dragons," Kurt chuckled.

"I've told him too many times for an adult that dragons are untrainable."

"I don't know which is worse, Ron's childish belief that his older brother can do the impossible as if you were some kind of superhero," Kurt smirked, "or the fact that you consider Ron an adult."

"I'm pretty sure it's the latter," Charlie face palmed, "What can you tell me about dragons?"

"They age too slowly for domestication," Kurt blurted out, "I should probably explain that, like elephants they take too long to reach maturity for their domestication to be worthwhile to humans. Dragons evolved from fire drakes which were the only extant line of drakes as ice drakes were hunted into extinction due to being extremely delicious."

"You're good."

"One of my best students, he is," Hagrid gave Kurt a proud pat on the back.

"A position I unfortunately have to share with Hermione Granger and Padma Petil," Kurt shrugged, "there are currently twelve uses for dragon blood, Discovered by Albus Dumbledore, including oven cleaner and spot remover. Dragons never stop growing for the duration of their lives, as they age their fire increases in intensity."

"Bet you haven't been this close to a dragon since Norberta," Charlie teased.

"Norberta?" Hagrid boomed.

"Turns out it was a girl," Charlie chuckled, "Don't worry, most people just assume. Sexing hatchlings is difficult"

"I won't comment," Kurt held back a giggle.

Charlie shook his head, "And you think Ron is immature."

"I'm very mature for my age," Kurt scolded.

"Whatever," Charlie shrugged, not seeming very convinced, "now, closest you've been to a dragon since the hatchling; yay or nay?"

"Nay, I rode a dragon as part of my White Lotus training," Kurt pursed his lips waiting to be challenged, "I could also tell you a thing or two about how to correctly sex a dragon."

"It's kind of my profession so I'll pass on the advice of a fourteen year old," Charlie shot him a condescending grin.

"Professor Dumbledore thinks my advice invaluable," Kurt crossed his arms indignantly.

"That isn't always a good thing."

Kurt took a long steadying breath, "I think the one thing worse than a hard headed Weasley might just be a hard headed Weasley with a brain, I just realised how fortunate we are to have Ron as vacant as he is."

"Did you just insult my entire family in one swell swoop?" Charlie seemed to be trying and failing to quell his anger.

"No, just you and Ronald," Kurt smiled, "maybe Percy. I like the rest of your family, there's just this defective gene that's only present in you two or three."

Charlie shrugged, "I'm not sure if I'm still offended."

"And that's why I'm your father's favourite," Kurt smiled and sinisterly rubbed his hands together, "Now, let's tickle a sleeping dragon."

"I'm almost certain that might be against the rules," Hagrid chuckled, turning back to the pair from where he stood a few feet from one of the sleeping dragons, "it's in the school motto and everything."

"Strictly speaking, seeing as dragon breeding is illegal in the United Kingdom I doubt the school rules mad a provision for such an occurrence," Kurt quirked an encouraging brow.

"I think if there's going to be any dragon tickling then as the trained professional I think I should be the one doing said tickling," Charlie had a self-satisfied smirk on his face.

"I was hoping you'd say that," Kurt mirrored the smile.

Charlie stopped a few inches short of dragon with grass green scales, "is this one of those punishment without knowing you're being punished things."

"Don't be absurd," Kurt scoffed, "if it was, you'd be ruining it."

Charlie backed away from the dragon, "Prove it."

Kurt rolled his eyes and pulled out his wand, "avifors." A small canary appeared and he plucked one of its feathers, Kurt stepped up to one of the sleeping dragons and gently caressed the scaly skin between its nostrils. Kurt kept his wand at the ready, not knowing what might come from this venture but curious none the less to find out what the outcome would be, for academic reasons as much as to have something to tell Professor Dumbledore at their next meeting. The dragon opened its mouth slightly and Kurt desisted his tickling, "Protego. Restinguo."

The dragon exhaled black flames that rebounded off Kurt's shielding charm in a plume of fiery wonder whilst Kurt's extinguishing charm absorbed the excess heat, the green dragon then adjusted its position and carried on sleeping. Kurt turned to see Charlie clapping his hands, impressed, and Hagrid crossly staring at him.

"And what if had killed you?" Hagrid demanded.

"That would have been so awkward," Charlie agreed.

"Awkward?" Hagrid's voice boomed, "That would've been the second student to be injured in my class in as many years."

"If they're still letting Harry play quidditch after it's tried to kill him every year then I'm sure your job would have been safe," Kurt giggled, "Besides, nothing was going to happen to me. Do you think I would have gone anywhere near this thing without knowing with absolute certainty that I could handle whatever it threw my way?"

"Well," Hagrid gave it a moment's thought, "no."

"Now, Kurt smiled broadly, "Who's going to warn the champions about the dragons?"

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