And we now start the fourth book! I've got some really good ideas for this one, so you may or may not be able to have chapters a lot more quickly! Hope you like it! :)

"Hurry up! He's getting away!"

"I'm going as fast as I can!"

"Sorry, Kurosaki. We're going on ahead."

"H-Hey!"

Kurosaki Ichigo, Kuchiki Rukia, Matsumoto Rangiku, Hitsugaya Toshiro, and Izukai Shouta all raced towards the countryside, and for Hogwarts. Or, rather, Shouta was racing for Hogwarts, and the Shinigami were chasing after him.

"Shouta! Give it back!" The Lieutenant whined, getting closer to the teen.

"No way! Besides, I found it!"

"Both of you just shut up and get to the school before we're late!"

"Where were you guys? We didn't see you on the Express." Hermione asked as the group collapsed into the seats.

"Came by a different route." Rukia murmured, watching as Dumbledore began his speech.

"…And I am pleased to welcome the lovely ladies of the Beauxbatons Academy and their headmistress, Madame Maxime!" A group of rather pretty young girls in blue uniforms danced into the Great Hall, followed by a rather tall woman in a fur coat.

"And now our friends from the north, please greet the proud sons of Durmstrang, and their highmaster Igor Karkaroff!" A group of athletic men, most wearing fur coats, came in, all bearing staffs. Like the French students, they put on a show.

Once everyone sat down, Dumbledore continued on to explain the Triwizard tournament, and to introduce the new teacher, 'Made-eye Moody'. The whole area burst into protest when the age-limit became known, but was quickly silenced as Dumbledore introduced the Goblet of Fire.

"Lastly," He said, the seriousness in his face fading slightly. "I would like to introduce a few transfer students, who have come here from a previously unknown school in Japan." He gestured, and the group stood. "I have also recently been informed that they will be participating as well." Whispers spread throughout the Hall, shock appearing not only on the faces of the Golden Trio.

"You never told us you were participating in the tournament!" The outburst came from Ron, who looked almost green with envy.

"You're not even 17 yet!" Fred and George added.

"…Actually, we kinda are…"

"Huh?"

"Our school works differently than yours. Both Hitsugaya and I are turning 19 soon, Kuchiki and Kurosaki are around 17 and 18, and Matsumoto is almost 23. Age doesn't matter there." Shouta replied, somewhat nervously.

"Okay… So then, which one of you is going to enter?" Hermione questioned, looking up from her book. It was on Japanese Culture.

"No idea. We found out at the same time you did." Kurosaki replied, rubbing the back of his neck.

"Nice headmaster you got there."

"…No kidding."

"Weasley! Stand up." The boy whimpered slightly as he stood. "Name a curse." Mad-eye Moody snapped.

"W-Well, my dad told me one." The ginger stuttered quietly. Moody nodded, signaling him to go on. "The Imperious curse." The new professor nodded.

"Well, your dad would know about that one." Moody took out a spider, enlarging it. Students began laughing as Moody demonstrated the first curse, the spider going around from student to student.

"…How do we sort out… the liars?" He looked around as several students raised their hands. "Longbottom, is it?" The boy stood, looking a little less nervous than Weasely.

"Th-That is-um-the Cruciatus-" He started.

"Correct! Correct!" Moody interrupted, rather quickly. "Come! Come!" He beckoned, and Neville hesitantly followed him to the front desk where the spider awaited. "Crucio." The spider began screeching in primal agony, and everyone could see Neville's face scrunch up in something like pain.

"Stop!" Kurosaki's voice bellowed through the room, and Moody quickly complied. As Neville began to regain himself, Moody picked up the spider, and carried it over to Kurosaki's desk.

"Well then. Perhaps you can tell us the last curse." Kurosaki remained tight-lipped, though clearly ticked off.

"Avada kadavra!" The spider fell still, now dead. Everyone sat in shock, staring at the arachnid. "The killing curse. Only one person is known to have survived it. And he's sitting in this room." They all watched as the professor trudged over to Harry Potter, staring at him, before taking a swig out of his small canteen.

Everyone gathered around, watching in excitement as different contestants stepped up, putting their name into the Goblet. The Japanese foreigners came in the room just in time to see the Weasley twins get blown away from the Goblet. There was a chorus of "Fight! Fight! Fight!" amongst the other students, but quieted as soon as several Durmstrang students came in, lead by Viktor Krum himself. Everyone was silent as he put his name into the goblet.

"So which one of us is going to participate?" Rukia asked, crossing her arms.

"The Goblet's only going to pick one person from each school, right? Why don't we all put our names in and see who gets in?" Ichigo suggested, shrugging. The others shrugged in agreement, all stepping past the age line and slipping the pieces of paper with their names on it into the Goblet.

Everyone sat down at the tables, as Dumbledore began talking. "Now the moment you've all been waiting for: The champion's selection!"

All lights dimmed at the wave of Dumbledore's hand. The first slip of paper flew from the Goblet. "The Durmstrang champion is Viktor Krum!" The man grinned, and went to stand up front. "The Beauxbatons champion is Fleur Delacour!" The girl smiled, and joined Krum up front. "The Hogwarts champion: Cedric Diggory!" The Hufflepuff grinned as he stood, making his way up front. "And the champion for Japan…" Dumbledore frowned when three pieces of paper flew from the Goblet. "Ichigo Kurosaki, Toshiro Hitsugaya, and Shouta Watanabe!" Whispers broke out among the students at the sight of the three making their way up front.

"There's only supposed to be one champion from their school!" Someone protested.

"Our school is divided in branches." Hitsugaya explained curtly, crossing his arms.

"We now have our champions! But in the end, only one will go down in history… Only one will hoist this up: The Triwizard cup!" The school erupted in cheering when the magnificent trophy was revealed.

But that quickly quieted as one last slip of paper floated down from the cup. Seemingly confused, Dumbledore looked at the name. "Harry Potter." He mumbled, and everyone turned to Harry. "Harry Potter!" Dumbledore bellowed, and the boy reluctantly went up to the Headmaster, and then to the front. A few shouted insults at him as he made his way up, all staring.