You guys get two today, cause I felt like I couldn't stop there. :3
The professors and headmasters came quickly down the stairs into the trophy room, arguing rather loudly. The Champions watched as Dumbledore quickly asked Harry several questions, to which he denied having put his name in.
"What do we do?" He muttered, obviously upset.
The man from the Ministry sighed. "The rules are absolute. Mr. Potter has no choice. He is, as of tonight, a Triwizard champion."
"How do you think they got Harry's name in the cup?" One Lieutenant asked, watching as Rukia, Hitsugaya, and Shouta poured over several different books.
"A spy or Death Eater of some sort, obviously, Matsumoto." The brunette replied, not looking up.
"Stop getting distracted, Izukai. We need to find it quickly."
"What are you looking for anyways?" Kurosaki asked, picking up one of the books strewn about the table. Hitsugaya quickly snatched it back, flipping it open.
"I thought it's be obvious, Kurosaki. That Goblet had traces of Aizen's spiritual pressure. He did something to it, and I intend to find out what."
"You're kidding. What would he want to do with it?"
"Oh, I don't know, Ichigo. Maybe sabotage the tournament, or put Harry Potter's name in for Voldemort?" Rukia snapped, getting up and practically running for more books. She took several books out of the shelves, setting them on the table. Each of the three immediately grabbed a book and began looking through it. "I think I've got something." As if on cue, the other two dropped their stuff and looked at where the raven-haired shinigami was pointing.
"'History of the Tournament'. That's the one."
"Okay, now I'm just confused." The carrot-top grumbled, leaning back against another table.
"Looking through the history, Kurosaki, we can find places where Raynaulski, Aizen or Voldemort might have a chance to sabotage the tournament somehow, whether by slipping in or messing up any safety measures." Shouta explained, stacking up the other books neatly. "We only need that one for now, but make sure to keep an eye out."
"So Weasley hasn't been speaking to Potter?" Kurosaki shook his head.
"No. Something about Harry being in the tournament, I think." The substitute trailed off, glaring as they entered the hallways. Everywhere they looked, people had badges that said: 'Potter Stinks'. He grabbed a third year by the shirt angrily, tearing off the boy's badge. "Where'd you get this?" He growled, shoving the badge in the boy's face. The boy didn't answer. "If I see you wearing this again, you're going to regret it." The boy nodded, running off as soon as Kurosaki let him go.
He turned around to see Matsumoto laughing rather hard, Hitsugaya rolling his eyes, and Shouta and Rukia snickering as the brunette took a few pictures on his phone. "What's going on?" He asked, but his question was answered as he watched Mad-eye Moody punishing a ferret. "What…"
"It's Malfoy." Toshiro explained, and the ferret was turned back into the blond by one McGonagall.
"…Right."
Harry paced back and forth in the tent nervously. Kurosaki, feeling slightly uncomfortable in the uniform, was about to go talk to the boy, when Granger came up first. She left soon, however, when the headmasters and the man-Barty-came into the tent.
"Champions, gather round." He said, and placed them in different spots around him. "Now, Ms. Delacour, if you will." He said, holding up a blue bag. The blonde flinched slightly as she pulled a small dragon from the bag. It was a Common Welsh Green. Krum got a Chinese Fireball; Diggory a Swedish Short-Snout; Shouta a Peruvian Vipertooth; Ichigo a Romanian Longhorn; Hitsugaya a Hebridean Black; and Harry a Hungarian Horntail.
"These represent 6 very real dragons, each of which has been given a golden egg to protect. Your goal is simple. Get the egg. This you must do, for you cannot proceed otherwise. The egg holds the clue for the next task. Any questions?" Everyone was silent.
"Very well. Thank you Barty." Dumbledore said, and a cannon nearby was shot, and the crowd went wild. Cedric Diggory went out first.
"Good luck Kurosaki." The substitute nodded, stepping out into the arena. The arena was a big mess of rocky, mountainous-like terrains, surrounded by a cheering crowd. A large, golden egg sat in the middle, the dragon nowhere to be seen.
He began running out, yelping as two, long, glittering golden horns just missed him. A large, bulky dragon-around 40 feet long-with dark green scales whirled around in the air, growling. Out of instinct, Kurosaki summoned Zangetsu just as the dragon came charging again. He blocked the attack, though was pushed back several yards. The audience seemed shocked at this, but the substitute shinigami didn't seem to notice. Flipping over onto the dragon's back, he held onto one of the horns as the beast bucked.
"Ichigo, you idiot! Don't kill it! Use your wand! Your wand!" Rukia shouted from the audience. Kurosaki looked up at her, and was thrown off of the dragon. He quickly put Zangetsu back in ring form, dodging another attack. He ran, grabbing the egg on the way. The crowd went up in cheers, as Ichigo frantically ran from the creature.
"How the hell am I supposed to stop this thing without killing it?!" He shouted, making his way back towards the way he had entered from. He almost used flash-step, had there not been an audience of wizards surrounding him.
"Gyaah!" The carrot-top shouted as the ground beneath him threw him off. The Romanian Longhorn, which had previously been flying had landed, and Kurosaki fell to the ground. "Shit." He muttered, making his way to his feet. The beast rammed itself into him, smashing him into the wall. The beast's horns just missed his stomach.
"Ichigo!" Struggling, Ichigo once again took out Zangetsu, keeping a hold on the egg with his left hand. He smashed his zanpaktou down onto the beast's nose, using the flat of the blade. The Romanian Longhorn wailed, rearing back. Kurosaki landed on the ground, and quickly made his way out of the arena.