Chapter 7: Unforgiveable Curses
The Hogwarts students sat in the Great Hall, the first years had already been sorted, so everyone was waiting for Dumbledore to announce the beginning of the feast.
"Welcome back to Hogwarts." Dumbledore began. "Now, before we are enchanted by our amazing feast, I have an announcement to make Hogwarts has been chosen…" Dumbledore was interrupted by Mr. Filch running in and whispering something to him. Then he quickly left.
"As I was saying, Hogwarts has been chosen to host a legendary event, the Triwizard Tournament. Now for those of you who don't know, the Triwizard Tournament brings together three schools. From each school a champion is selected to partake in three dangerous tasks." Dumbledore stated.
"Wicked!" Fred and George said from the Gryffindor table.
"Now, please join me in welcoming the lovely ladies of the Beauxbatons Academy of Magic and their headmistress Madame Maxime." Dumbledore announced.
Then the doors of the Great Hall opened and girls were uniforms made of blue silk came prancing in. The boys watched in excitement.
"Bloody Hell!" Ron said.
The girls just rolled their eyes.
"Blimey, that's one big woman." Seamus stated, looking at the headmistress, and he wasn't kidding, she was so tall she put Hagrid to shame.
The boys all stood up and applauded while the girls just sat annoyed.
"Boys." Amelia whispered to Bethany who nodded in agreement.
"And now, please welcome the proud sons of the Durmstrang Institute, and their headmaster Igor Karkaroff." Dumbledore announced.
A group of boys dressed him brown came into the Great Hall, banging staffs on the ground and doing tricks with them. Their headmaster and two other boys came walking in after them and everyone noticed something oddly familiar about one of the two boys.
"Blimey it's him, it's Viktor Krum." Ron said in shock.
After the Durmstrang boys' display, which included one boy breathing fire into the form of a dragon (which Samantha enjoyed) the feast began.
After about another half hour Dumbledore asked for everyone's attention again.
"I'd like to say a few words, Eternal Glory, that's what shall come to the wizard who wins the Triwizard Tournament." Dumbledore stated revealing the Triwizard cup. "Here to explain the rules we have the head of the Department of International Magical Cooperation, Mr. Bartimus Crouch."
"Hey that's the guy we saw at the World Cup." Chelsea claimed.
"You're right." Samantha said recognizing Crouch.
Just as Crouch was about to speak the ceiling turned into the night sky during a thunder storm, the stuents began to freak out, but then a strange looking man standing in the corner by the professors' table pulled out his wand and returned it to its normal state. Samantha, Jimmy, and Amelia looked at Chelsea and Bethany.
"What, you think we did that?" Chelsea asked telepathically.
"We don't even know how to create a thunderstorm." Bethany added.
"Are you sure?" Jimmy asked.
"Yes!" Both girls replied.
That's Mad Eye Moody." Ron stated snapping the Elementals out of their telepathic conversation.
"Alastor Moody, the auror?" Hermione asked.
"Auror?" Dean and the Elementals asked.
"Dark wizard catcher, half of the cells in Azkaban are filled thanks to him." Ron replied.
"What's that he's drinking?" Amelia asked as everyone watched him pull out a flask and drink from it.
"I don't know, but I don't think it's pumpkin juice." Harry replied.
Once all the commotion was over Mr. Crouch began his announcement.
"The ministry has decided that do the safety risks, that no wizard under the age of 17 shall be allowed to submit their name for this tournament. Furthermore…" Mr. Crouch was interrupted by a various protests from the students.
"So, I'm not interested." Jimmy thought.
"Me either, like we haven't been in enough danger already." Samantha responded.
"Silence!" Dumbledore bellowed ending all the protests. He then relieved to everyone a silver goblet with blue flames sprouting from it. ""The Goblet of Fire! Anyone wishing to submit themselves to the tournament need only write their name upon a piece of parchment and throw it in the flame before this hour on Thursday night. Do not do so lightly! If chosen, there's no turning back. As from this moment, The Triwizard Tournament has begun." Dumbledore stated.
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The next day the Elementals were heading to their first Defense against the Dark Arts class. When they got there they took they took their seats.
"Is anyone else a bit freaked out by this Moody guy?" Chelsea thought.
"A bit, what's up with that eye of his?" Jimmy replied.
"I don't know, but Ron said he's supposed to be as mad as a hatter these days." Amelia responded.
"Mad as a hatter?" Bethany asked.
"Great, someone who is more insane than we are." Samantha stated.
"Alastor Moody, ex auror and your new Defense against the Dark Arts teacher, I'm here because Dumbledore asked me to be here, end of story, goodbye, the end, understood?" Moody said from the front of the classroom.
Everyone just nodded their heads.
"Now…" Moody continued. "Which one of you can tell me how many unforgivable curses there are?" He asked.
"Three sir." Hermione replied.
"And they are so named?" Moody asked.
"Because they're unforgivable, the use of any one of them could earn you …" Hermione was cut off.
"A one way ticket to Azkaban, correct." Moody said while writing the words unforgivable on the board. "Now the ministry says you're too young to know about these curses, but I say differently. You need to know what's out there, you need to be prepared; you need to find another place to stick your gum beside the other side of your desk Mr. Finnigan!" He said suddenly.
"Blimey, the old codger can see in the back of his head." Seamus stated.
"And hear across classrooms." Moody said throwing a piece of paper at Seamus.
"Weasley, give us a curse." Mad Eye said, startling Ron in the process.
"Well, my dad did tell me about one, the Imperius curse?" Ron said.
"Oh yes, he'd know all about that, gave the ministry quite a scare a while back." Moody stated.
Then he went over to the window sill where jars filled with all sort of creatures were located. He picked up a spider, used 'Engorgio' to make it bigger than whipped out his wand.
"Imperio!" He said.
The spider began to move and float in whatever direction Moody moved his wand. The class seemed to be having fun with it, but the Elementals weren't really amused (except when the spider ended up on Malfoy's face). Mad Eye finally moved the spider onto the table behind him and asked the class for another curse. He picked Neville.
"Longbottom is it?" He asked.
"Neville only nodded nervously.
"Professor Sprout tells me you have an aptitude for herbology." Moody stated.
"Neville nodded again. "There's the Cruciatus curse." Neville said.
"Yes, come." He said guiding Neville toward the table. "It gets quite ugly, the torture curse. Crucio!"
Suddenly the spider on the table started squeaking and writhing in pain. Neville watched in horror, before closing his eyes on it. After what felt like only a minute Hermione spoke up.
"Stop it!" She yelled.
"Can't you see it's bothering him?!" Samantha added.
"Please stop it!" Chelsea yelled.
Moody did stop. Then he picked up the spider and put it down on Hermione's desk.
"Perhaps you could give us the last unforgivable curse Miss Granger?" He asked.
Hermione sadly and almost fearfully shook her head.
"Avada Kedavra!" Mad Eye said, and the next thing everyone knew, a flash of green light erupted from his wand and the spider was dead. "The killing curse, only one person has been known to survive it, and he's sitting in this room." He stated while looking at Harry.
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"Brilliant, a bit scary if you ask me, but he's really been there you know?" Ron said as the trio and the Elementals headed down the stairs from class.
"A bit scary?" Jimmy asked.
"Try very scary." Samantha stated.
"There's a reason why those curses are unforgiveable; they're performed in a classroom. Did you see the look on Neville's face?" Hermione asked.
Everyone turned to see Neville standing right in front of them on the staircase, looking almost blankly at the stained glass window.
"Neville?" Bethany asked.
"Son…" Everyone turned to see Professor Moody right behind them. "Are you alright?" He asked Neville.
Neville nodded.
"Come one, we'll have a cup of tea; I have something to show you." The professor said heading back up the stairs. After a few seconds Neville followed him.
The eight other Gryffindors just watched Neville head back toward the classroom.
"Poor Neville." Chelsea thought.
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