Resorted
Everyone gasped.
``Now, now, settle down everybody. `` It was Dumbledore who said this ``Harry, would you like to take a seat? `` As Harry turned to sit back down between Ron and Hermione, he felt a firm hand on his shoulder, pulling him back. He spun round.
`` Congratulations Potter. There's a space next to Malfoy. `` Snape's black eyes stared into his and he didn't at all sound like he was congratulating him. Reluctantly, Harry sat down. Malfoy jabbed him in the ribs
``Don't think you'll get away with this Potter. `` He snarled. Whispering had broken out.
``Quiet! `` Dumbledore's voice had been magically magnified. ``This year, Hogwarts is privileged enough to hold one of the greatest wizarding tournaments of all times: The Triwizard Tournament! `` His voice echoed around the hall. `` Now, please put your hands together for Durmstrang, and their headmaster, Karkaroff. `` He sounded distracted as he said this. The doors flew open. Boys wearing thick, fur-lined coats and hats walked in. Behind them, came Karkaroff. He had a scowl on his face and a funny goatee beard on his chin. Next to him walked a broad-shouldered student who somehow seemed familiar to Harry. He was just starting to wonder where he had seen his face when someone shouted
``Krum! It's Victor Krum! `` Everyone instantly recognised him. The hall filled with shouts of
``Krum! Please! Can I have your autograph? `` And `` Victor, Victor! Over here! Come sit with us! `` But they were all silenced when all the Durmstrang students went and sat at the Slytherin table. Victor Krum was sat 3 people down from Harry, between two other Durmstrang students. Dumbledore was shaking hands with Karkaroff.
When everyone had quietened down, Dumbledore spoke again
`` Now, please welcome the ladies of Beauxbatons and their headmistress, Madame Maxime! `` The doors opened yet again to reveal girls, all dressed in blue, elegant clothes and their tall headmistress. She was so tall that she even towered over Hagrid! She had a long nose, long fingers and a long coat. Pretty much everything about her was long except for her hair, which ended just above her shoulders.
But Harry wasn't really taking any of this in. He was still dazed. What had he done? He wasn't selfish was he? After all, he'd chosen not to use the philosopher's stone. Was he arrogant? He didn't think so. He hoped not. Then why had the hat sorted him into Slytherin? Did it hold some sort of grudge? Had it been bewitched? If it had been, by who? And why?