Minister Dumbledore, is this some sort of mistake?" The man, i'm guessing, is the headmaster of the Durmstrang school, right? "No, professor Igor Karkaroff, no. This is not a mistake. their names came out of the cauldron. Which means that's that." A man, with a walking stick, a mechanical eye and leg came out. He seemed to be limping.
"Professor Moody?" Our new defence against the dark arts teacher just came in to our "defence". "Hehehe." Harry's head rotated to face me, apparently looking concerned for my sanity.
I just burst out laughing. Harry elbowed me in the arm. Fleur and Cedric gave me looks of horror. Viktor just covered his face. All the teachers just stood there, unmoving, seemingly shocked.
"I'm sorry, but it's just hilarious that you all are just still arguing! It's pretty obvious at what happened, isn't it?"
"Speak." Viktor smirked at me. "Mr detective, please tell us, why did this happen?" "Well, it's easy. Someone, without our permission and with the intent to kill us, put both of our names in the goblet. Since the tournament only includes 3 schools, and the goblet was accordingly very hard to confuse, the person must've used some sort of powerful confusing spell to confuse and trick the goblet into believing there were 4 schools instead of 3, and that there were 2 champions representing this fictional 4th school. Then, after we enter the tournament, the person could've easily killed us both or let us get killed from the obstacles in the tournament, since the tournament itself has a really high morality rate, based on previous accidents that happened in the history of the tournament. By that way, the person would've made both of our deaths look like accidents. That's what i have to say."
There was silence. All the people (excluding myself) in the room rotated their heads to face me like rifled locked on its target. "What? It's just normal problem solving." Probably my deduction skills were too high for them?
"Impressive." Dumbledore broke the silence with a compliment for me. "Your deduction skills are way more powerful and skillful than anyone could ever expect from a normal 15 year old." "Thanks." Well, i meant it, but my voice just sounded a bit grim.
"So now what? Do me and harry withdraw from the competition?" "No. In fact, you can't. Once your name gets chosen, there's a binding magical contract that forbids you from exiting the tournament." All i could do after professor Moody spilled the beans was sigh in immense anger and frustration.