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Chapter Forty Nine: The Triwizard Tournament and Dragons
I spent the rest of summer break at the Burrow. Fred, George, and I had a prank war against Bill and Charlie. The my hair ended up being green for a full week before Charlie relented and changed it back. The silver streak from carrying the Titans curse had stayed silver which I thought was strange. Bill, Charlie, and Mrs. Weasley were using side along apparition to get us to London. I told them the name of a back street, the one I always transport too. They thanked me a lot. Mrs. Weasley grabbed a hold of Ginny and Ron and with a pop, she was gone. There were still five of us who couldn't apparate. That would be a problem. Charlie grabbed Harry and Hermione and disapparated. "Erm...how do I side along with three underaged wizards?" asked Bill more to himself. I grabbed Fred's hand and he and George each grabbed one of Bill's. Thank the gods, I thought I would have to tell them I was a Water Mage.
While we were saying our goodbyes, Bill and Charlie kept dropping hints about something going on at Hogwarts. All I could figure out was that it would be interesting and would involve Charlie coming to the school. It must have something to do with dragons. Mrs. Weasley dropped a hint about there being something going on during Christmas at Hogwarts too.
On the train, I looked for Lav, vati, Nev, and hopefully Luna. I told them about the hints the elder Weasleys had dropped. We spent the first half of the train ride trying to guess what event was coming up. "Maybe it's the Triwizard Tournament," I gasped, suddenly remembering the tournament from Hogwarts: A History. "Three schools send in a bunch of candidates to be their champion. Their names are all put in a goblet which chooses the most worthy. The three champions compete in three dangerous tasks. The Yule Ball is held on Christmas Eve and would explain what was going on over Christmas. Charlie could be coming up because one of the tasks has something to do with dragons." Everyone nodded. It did seem very plausible.
It was raining outside. Now, there's drizzling, there's raining, there's pouring, and then there's those times when Zeus is really cranky and he let's everyone know it. Today was a Zeus is cranky day. When we got into the Entrance Hall, Peeves was throwing water balloons at people. I beckoned to him and he flew down to me. "Add some neon pink dye to it," I murmured in his ear. He grinned and flew off. He came back very soon with more balloons. I heard Malfoy shriek as one of the balloons hit him. His hair was bright pink. I shot Peeves a thumbs up as I walked into the Great Hall.
During dinner, Hermione found out that house elves cook and clean here at Hogwarts. Really, who did she think cooked the food? The teachers? She pushed her food away and refused to eat. Idiota. After the feast, Dumbledore stood up to make his feast. He told us that Hogwarts would be hosting the Triwizard Tournament. Ha, I was right! He also said no one under the age of 17 could partake in the tournament. The two other schools, Beauxbatons and Durmstrang, would be arriving October 20th and the champions will be selected on Halloween. Even if there hadn't been an age restriction, I wouldn't have thrown my name in there. I get into enough life or death situations, thank you very much and the death toll for the tournament is rather high in my opinion.
We were all chatting about the Triwizard Tournament when the doors to the Great Hall burst open. A grizzled, old man walked into the room. He was missing a chunk of his nose and his face was heavily scarred. One of his eyes was dark and beady and the other was wide and electric blue (Thalia's was brighter). The way he walked, it sounded like he had a wooden leg. He limped up to Dumbledore and shook his hand. Then, the man limped around the table and sat in the DADA teachers seat. Dumbledore stood up again. "May I introduce your new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, Professor Alastor Moody." There was timid clapping for the man, the students were all a little stunned.
"He's a retired auror,"Fred whispered from across the table.
"Best there was," George added.
"He'll be a good teacher," they said together.
"I hope so," sighed Lavender.
"Yeah, we never get good teachers," added Parvati.
We went up to our dorms to talk to each other. "So..." grinned Vati.
"So what?" I asked.
"How's it going with you know..." continued Lav. Both girls were sitting on the bed opposite of me and grinning like cheshire cats.
"Oh, its good. He bought me a really nice dress for the Yule Ball at Christmas. Although, he did say it was a pity that he wouldn't get to see me in it." The three of us started giggling and I leaned back against my headboard. I had already tacked my pictures back up to it. I pulled a pillow to my chest.
"Who's he?" asked Hermione.
"Oh, um I guess he's my boyfriend," I said. We had never really said we were a couple. We went out on dates and we both loved each other and told each other all the time but neither of us had ever called the other their boyfriend or girlfriend. I wonder why. Hermione looked at me suspiciously before climbing into bed.
The next day, we went to Herbology. We were squeezing pus from bubotuber pods. It smelled familiar. It smelled like, "Greek fire," I whispered to my two friends. "This is the stuff they make Greek fire out of."
"I think you're right," Vati whispered back. "And, Professor Sprout did say it was dangerous. "Professor," she said out loud. "Is this what the demigods used to make Greek fire back in Ancient Greece?"
Professor Sprout was a little surprised about the question. "Er, why yes, it is. How did you learn about Greek fire."
"We know a guy," I said. Thank you, Beckendorf.
Hermione seemed a little miffed. She probably didn't know what Greek fire was. "What is Greek fire, Professor?" she asked.
"Perhaps Miss Patil could explain it," Professor Sprout smiled.
"Oh, yeah, sure. Greek fire is a substance that, when exposed to oxygen, explodes. You could take out a whole cruise ship with just four jars of Greek fire."
"What's a cruise ship?" asked Ron.
"A really big ship," Vati sighed. "Oh, and Professor, Nina made the connection, not me. I was just asking if it was true."
"Well, five points to Gryffindor." I rolled my eyes at Vati, she could have taken the credit seeing as she's the one who told the class what Greek fire was.
We went to Hagrid's hut for Care of Magical Creatures next. There were a bunch of crates that were rattling. I wonder what's in them. Hagrid told us they were blast-ended skrewts. Lav, Vati, and I looked at each other. Daedalus had us training against them. They were really dangerous. Malfoy asked the point of them as I poked one with a stick. "To kill demigods," I muttered under my breath. Neville, who was standing next to me, looked at me oddly.
In divination, Professor Trelawney told Harry that the thing he fears will come to pass sooner than he thinks. We were doing planets and stars this year. Cool, I hope it didn't have anything to do with the constellation 'The Huntress'. Last year in Astronomy, when Professor Sinistra had made us study the new constellation, I had almost broken down sobbing. Professor Trelawney said that Harry and I were both born when Saturn was in a position of power. I shuddered, Saturn was Kronos' Roman name.
Later on, when we were all walking to dinner, Malfoy tried to hex Harry while his back was turned. There was a bang and suddenly, Malfoy was a ferret. Professor Moody showed up and started using magic to make the amazing bouncing ferret fly around the room. Professor McGonagall showed up and berated Moody for using Transfiguration as a punishment. I thought it was pretty cool, but still, there was definitely something off about that man. His aura didn't strike me right. He seemed to radiate cruelty.
We had our lesson with Moody on Thursday. Everyone seemed pretty eager about it. I was still a little wary. Moody taught us about unforgivable curses. He asked us if we knew any. Ron said the Imperius curse. Moody summoned a spider and placed the curse on it. That curse freaked me out. It reminded me of what Percy said happened to Luke. Kronos' spirit had merged with Luke and now controlled his body. I closed my eyes and put my hands over them. I didn't want to see this. Everyone else, except Vati, Lav, and Nev, were laughing. Moody noticed my discomfort. "You all right there, Jackson?"
I opened my eyes. "A curse very similar to that one was placed on someone I know. He's gone forever now. It makes me uncomfortable 'cause it reminds me of what happened to him." Everyone shuddered at the thought of that happening to them. Moody ended the curse on the spider. No matter how disturbed I was by that, I could still see the curses usefulness. It could stop someone from committing murder or suicide.
Moody called on Neville next. I was shocked, he usually only volunteered information in Herbology. He said the cruciatus curse. Moody pointed his wand at the spider and said, "Crucio." The spider began to twitch. It curled up into itself. I knew that if it could, it would be screaming. I cringed, there was no way I could think of that would make this spell useful. I looked over at Neville. He was staring wide-eyed at the spider. He was shaking. I was about to tell Moody to stop, when Hermione beat me to it. When Moody saw Nev, he instantly ended the cruciatus curse and asked if Hermione knew one.
"Avada Kedavra," she whispered.
"Ah. Yes, the last and the worst. Avada Kedavra...the killing curse." I don't see how it was the worst. I would rather be dead any day than be subjected to the cruciatus. Besides, if someone was dying a slow and painful death, you could put them to rest quickly and painlessly. Moody cast the curse on the spider. I closed my eyes. Memories of the Battle of the Labyrinth flooded into my mind. I had killed. I had killed monsters, but for them I held no sorrow. I had killed demigods, human beings. That thought had been haunting me since the battle. I was a killer, a murderess. Guilt had been weighing me down, and now, it had become worse.
In October, Professor Moody began placing the Imperius curse on us. And here I was thinking that was illegal. He pushed all the desks to the side and had us stand by the walls. So far, about half the class had gone. He beckoned me forward and I stood at the center of the room. I was scared. It would be just like what happened with Luke, only this wasn't permanent. My thoughts were interrupted by Moody shouting, "Imperio!" It felt like I was floating. Is this how Luke feels? A little voice in the back of my mind was telling me to start doing front handsprings. I really didn't see a point in doing that so I just stared at Moody.
"When is the curse supposed to start taking effect?" I asked.
"Well done, girly. It was supposed to have you doing handsprings right when it hit you. That's how it's done. Ten points to Gryffindor." He lifted the curse and the little voice in the back of my mind went away. Everyone started to clap for me. The same thing happened to Lav, Vati, and Nev. Maybe demigods aren't affected by the the curse, but that wouldn't explain why it had no effect on Nevile. Unless...no, Nev couldn't be a demigod could he?
On October 20th, all of the students were standing in seven lines going by year. We were grouped by house. We were waiting for Beauxbatons and Durmstrang to get here. Skittles landed on my shoulder while we were waiting. What are we waiting for?
The other schools who are participating in the Triwizard Tournament. Where have you been?
With Lady Artemis. She says hello. What's the Triwizard Tournament?
It's a tournament between three different wizarding schools. Hogwarts is hosting this year. It hasn't been held in over 200 years though because of the death toll.
Oh, are you going to compete?
No, even if you didn't have to be 17 or older I wouldn't. i get myself into enough life or death situations.
Aw, you'd be really good.
Thanks, Skittles. Oh, look, they're here! A flying carriage was zooming towards us. At first, I had thought, more like hoped, it was Apollo, but it was definitely a carriage being pulled by pegasi. A giant of a woman stepped out of the carriage. A bunch of very elegant boys and girls followed her. The boys and girls were wearing thin, pale blue robes and had scarves pulled up over their ears. They must be from the South, France by the sound of the school's name, and aren't used to the cold weather of the U.K. The giant woman was named Madame Maxime and she was the headmistress of Beauxbatons.
The students went inside to escape the cold while we all waited outside for the Durmstrang students. I sensed a disruption in the water of the lake.I looked over at it and pointed out the mast of a ship that was sticking out. I pointed to it and everyone started staring at it. A ship rose out of the depths of the lake. The headmaster, Karkaroff, greeted Dumbledore warmly, but his smile didn't reach his eyes. His students all had heavy furs on and they were taking them off. They must be from the North. Karkaroff had an English accent which I thought was odd but brushed it off. He ushered his student called Viktor into the castle because he had a head cold. At first I thought he really cared a lot about his students until I saw Viktor. It was Viktor Krum, the famous seeker. Durmstrang must be in Bulgaria.
We all went inside and gathered in the Great Hall. There were a bunch of French and Bulgarian foods being served. "Hey," said Neville. "If French and Bulgarian visitors come to the school, they serve French and Bulgarian food, but when their is an American student enrolled, they don't serve American foods. That's not exactly fair for you, Nina. You must get pretty homesick around here without anything to remind you of home."
"I do miss my home a lot, Nev, and it probably would help if there was something AMerican here to remind me of my home. I doubt that's going to happen though, so there's no use whining and complaining." Our conversation was interrupted by Dumbledore. He told everyone about the Goblet of Fire and how it worked. He also told us about the age line. Really Dumbledore? A younger student could just ask an older one to put their name in. You have to think of something better than that.
On Halloween, we were all waiting eagerly to find out who the champions were. I had a sudden vision. Dumbledore was calling out the names of the champions. Viktor Krum was Durmstrang's. Fleur Delacour was Beauxbatons'. Cedric Diggory was Hogwarts. Then, Harry's name was called followed by mine.
I gasped as I zoned back in. There was an uproar. Harry's name had just been called. I had to think of a way out of this and quick. I didn't want to compete, but once your name came out you either compete in the tournament or lose your magic, something I am not willing to do. I've got it, I'll compete for America. That way, I won't be competing for Hogwarts so the other schools won't hate me. Oh, how will I explain me not putting my name in the goblet? I'll just swear on my magic. Yeah, they won't be able to blame me then. "Christina Jackson!" I gulped and stood up.
"Professor, I swear on my magic I did not put my name in that goblet, nor did I have someone else do it for me." Thunder clapped and everyone gasped. People don't make oaths on their magic everyday. "I do not wish to compete for Hogwarts seeing as that is unfair to the other schools. I shall compete for my homeland, America."
"Very well, Miss Jackson," said Dumbledore.
"Albus, you can't be thinking of letting two underaged students compete, can you?" Professor McGonagall asked.
Dumbledore ignored her. "You may go back into the staff room." I nodded and walked back into the room. This was bad, this was very bad. Harry was shocked to see me there, as were the other champions. I explained everything that had happened to them. Cedric, Viktor, and Harry accepted me but Fleur seemed a little iffy. The professors came in and started demanding answers of Harry. They didn't demand anything of me because I still had my magic, meaning I had nothing to do with putting my name in the Goblet of Fire. When everything had been settled, Barty Crouch, head of the Department for International Cooperation, and Ludo Bagman informed us of the Tournament and how they would tell us what the first task was on the day of the task. We had to complete three tasks. The first task was on November 24th. The judges would be the heads of each school, Mr. Crouch, and Bagman.
I walked the long way to the common room, I needed to get my head cleared. When I got up to the common room, there was a huge party going on. Fred, George, and Lee ran up to congratulate me. The noise all stopped when Ron and Harry started arguing. Ron kept yelling at Harry for not telling him how he got over the age line. Harry kept countering that he hadn't put his name in. I was getting sick of it. Some friend Ron was. "Enough!" I shouted over them. "You two are best friends. What the Hades is wrong with you, Ron? Harry said just last night that he gets in enough life or death situations to bother putting his name in the cup even if he was 17! Act your age, will you?" Ron glared at me and stormed up the stairs. I was panting slightly.
"Thanks," Harry whispered softly before climbing up the stairs.
Harry's POV
Wow, it was really nice of Nina to stand up for me against Ron. Nina is always so nice to people. She's also really pretty. Maybe she'll go to Hogsmeade with me one weekend. We could train together too. Do I have a crush on Nina? I hope she doesn't have a boyfriend.
Nina's POV
I asked Neville to help me train for the tournament. We were going to practice our Mage powers together. This tournament could easily get me killed and no matter how much I want to keep the fact that I'm a Mage secret, I will reveal it if I have too. Lav and Vati are helping me with my wand work. I hope it's enough to keep me alive. If there's a part where there won't be anyone watching me, I am definitely going to pull out Mov. I didn't live all the way to the age of 14 just to die before I can complete either of my prophecies.
I I. my brother about what happened. He was with Paul in the kitchen. Paul had been told that we were demigods, so this wasn't anything new to him. "Hey, guys, what's up?" I asked.
"Nina!" Percy exclaimed. "We're doing my English homework. I need help because my dyslexia is acting up today." I nodded. I knew the feeling.
Paul seemed to notice I wasn't myself. "What's wrong, Nina?'
"There's this tournament here at Hogwarts, and you can get really hurt in it. Someone put my name in and I don't know who. I just figured you guys would want to know." They both frowned. Paul began asking questions about the tournament and I tried to answer them as best I could. In the end, Percy promised to tell Sirius before the man left for England. He was worried about Harry because his scar hurt him.
A few weeks before the first task, Colin Creevey walked into our double potions class. He waved at me and beamed at Harry before walking up to Sev's desk. "Yes," growled Sev.
"Please, sir, I'm supposed to take Harry Potter and Christina Jackson upstairs."
"Potter and Jackson have another hour of potions to complete. They will come upstairs when class is finished."
Sir-sir, Mr. Bagman wants him. All the champions have to go, I think they want to take photographs..."
"Very well,very well. Potter, Jackson, leave your things here, I want you two back down here to test your antidotes."
"Please, sir-they've got to take their things with them. All the champions-"
"Very well! Potter, Jackson-take your bags and get out of my sight!"
"PMSing much!" I called as I ran out of the room with my bag. I heard him take 5 points from Gryffindor. Harry, Collin, and I laughed as we ran up to the room we were supposed to be in. We collapsed against the wall of the room laughing our heads off.
"What could possibly be so funny?" snapped Karkaroff.
We just started laughing harder. I felt someone poking into my mind. I shoved them out and glared around the room. "Who did that. It's not nice to read someone's mind without permission. And to answer your question, I just lost five points from Gryffindor." This made Harry and Collin laugh harder. I was completely serious now. All of the judges were in the room along with two other people. I recognized one as Mr. Ollivander, the wand maker. The other was a woman who Bagman introduce as Rita Skeeter, a reporter for the Daily Prophet. I had read some articles by her. She made almost everyone look bad in them. The woman decided to interview us all and dragged me out to a broom closet. I thought this was really awkward.
She pulled out a quill. I recognized it as a quill that would write down things we said. I told Skeeter I didn't want that to be used, but she ignored me. "So, Christina-"
"Call me Nina, that's what everyone else does."
"Er, right, Nina, how do you feel about someone entering you in this tournament?"
I was about to answer when I saw the quill writing things that hadn't even been spoken. An ugly scar across her cheek is the only the disfiguring the beautiful face of this young teen, whose eyes are the same brilliant color of the sea and reflect emotion as the sea does. I ran a finger self-consciously down said scar. Gabe had given it to me when I was 9. I had always been self-conscious of it. "What's wrong with my scar?" I asked.
"Oh, nothing, deary. Just ignore the quill. We'll get back to that later. So, what are your feelings on the being entered in the tournament?"
"Well, I'm actually pretty scared. The tournament has a high death toll and I kinda like living." The quill had written, The young girl was entered against her will and now has to face the consequences of someone else's actions.
"And, why did you chose to represent America instead of Hogwarts?"
"Because, Hogwarts already has two champions and already that is unfair to the other two schools. I was born and raised in America and still live there when I'm not in Hogwarts, so I decided to represent my home." The quill wrote, Christina, feeling America was greatly underrepresented in the magical world, decided to stick up for the home she has known all her life.
"Do you have any family back in America? How do you think they feel about the tournament?"
"Well, I live with my twin brother, step dad, and mother. My real dad lives pretty close by with my two half-brothers and step mother. My step dad, twin, younger brother, and dad are all pretty worried about me, but my mom, step mother, and older brother probably don't care." I don't know why I told this woman about that, it seems pretty stupid now that I think about it. The quill wrote, The family that hates her cares nothing for the fact that their only daughter could die. "Hey, I didn't say that!"
"Ignore the quill, deary. Now, for the juicier stuff." Skeeter leaned forwards slightly. "How did you get that scar?"
"When I was 9." I gave no other information, but the quill seemed to know my thoughts. The one thing marring her perfect face given to her by her step father forever will keep her from reaching her full potential. "H-how did it know that?" I whispered.
Rita Skeeter ignored me. "Is it true you looked a basilisk in the eye and didn't die?"
"Erm, yeah, I guess I did. Yeah, I did." The quill jotted this down, Christina almost died, looking a basilisk directly in the eye at the age of 12, and still, her family cares nothing for this extraordinary girl. Tears fill those eyes that remind one so much of the sea as she recounts how her family cares nothing for her.
That quill was really getting on my nerves. "Is it also true, that you are a prophetic-seer, my dear?"
"Don't call me 'my dear', but yes I am one. And while we are on the topic, we have ten more minutes before Mr. Bagman finds us in here, so I suggest you hurry." The quill interpreted what I said differently. Seers are very rare. Prophets are even rarer. Prophetic-seers are the rarest of them all. Young Christina Jackson has mastered her gift of prophetic-sight and has proven it to me, Rita Skeeter. Even with her rare gift and her uncanny ability to not be killed by a basilisk's glare, her family still finds faults in this remarkable child. Luckily, our 10 minutes were up and Bagman burst into the broom cupboard. "Thank the gods!" I shouted as I ran out of the small space. Bagman led us back to the room where the rest of the champions were. I was just about ready to pull out Mov on Skeeter. Celestial Bronze wouldn't even work on her!
Mr. Ollivander told us how he was going to be making sure our wands were functioning properly. Wow, good thing I polished mine this morning. He did mine last, seeing as he went in age order and I was the youngest. "Ah, yes. A powerful wand indeed. A powerful wnd for a powerful...but you asked me to never tell anyone, a promise I have suck by. "13 inches, white pine, core of pegasus hair plucked from the only silver pegasus, SIlvermist." I choked a little there. The wand bonded to me because Sil was one of my three familiars. "The most powerful wand I have ever created. Yet, you were the only one compatible with it even after I had it in my shop for 11 years. You have quite a lot of power young one." I blushed as everyone stared at me in awe. I knew I had a lot of power, but I didn't need everyone else knowing. Ollivander flicked my wand and a salt water fountain spurted from his tip. Ollivander was satisfied and handed me back my wand.
Rita Skeeter insisted on photos. She had Madame Maxime sit and the rest of us around her. Skeeter had me up front and across from Harry. Then, she had us take individual shots. She had me in a position where you could easily see my scar, something I wasn't happy about.
The day of the first task came faster than I had expected. I had been practicing really hard and Nev and I had come up with new moves for our Mage powers. We could make swords out of our elements. I hoped it would be enough. I had seen Charlie walking around near Hagrid's hut so I figured this must be the task with dragons in it. I had kinda hoped there wouldn't be any dragons. In the tent, Lav, Vati, and Nev all gave me hugs to wish me good luck. Skeeter came in and caught me hugging Neville, and her photographer took a picture of us. How lovely.
Crouch came in and ushered her out. We all picked dragon models out of a bag he had. I went first since I was a girl and the youngest. I pulled out a Norwegian Ridgeback. Maybe I'll be lucky and it'll be one of my familiars. Charlie told me how he renamed Norbert Norberta over the summer. I laughed at his originality. Cedric faced his dragon, a Swedish Short-Snout, first. Fleur went next, her dragon was a Common Welsh Green. Krum went next against a Chinese Fireball. Harry was after Krum with a Hungarian Horntail. I was all alone. I was so nervous waiting there. It seemed like Harry took longer than all the others. That might just have been my nerves messing with me, though. What would happen if I died. Would the Great Prophecy be put on hold till Nico turned 15? Would Thalia suddenly start aging again the day before Percy turned 15? My thoughts were interrupted by a whistle.
As I entered the arena, the crowd went wild. I was wearing an orange, long-sleeved camp T-shirt. Camp Half-Blood was written across it in Greek. I had on black yoga pants so I could move easily. I could see Lav, Vati, and Nev cheering for me along side the Weasley twins and Lee Jordan. The dragon keepers led a large dragon into the arena. I gulped and pulled my wand out. It fit perfectly in my fingerless leather glove clad hands. The dragon keepers left to the sides of the arena and I stared at the dragon. It sneezed and a wall of fire shot at me. Without thinking, I waved my hand in front of me. Water appeared out of nowhere and extinguished the flames before they could get within ten feet of me. The crowd went even more wild. I'm sorry, Nina! I didn't mean to shoot fire at you!
It's okay, Norberta. Just keep doing it so no one gets suspicious. I'll be fine.
Okay. Norberta shot another ball of fire at me. I raised both my hands above my head and a wall of water appeared between my familiar and me. People were going crazy, screaming and cheering for me. I slowly walked around Norberta, keeping the wall erect. When I got to the other side of her, where her eggs were, I sent the wall crashing over her to distract her. I quickly reached down and grabbed the Golden egg. When we opened the egg, it would give us a clue about the next task. Charlie gave me a thumbs up as he helped lead Norberta away. I walked over in front of the judges.
Lav, Vati, and Nev ran down before the judges could give me my scores. They wrapped me in tight hugs and whispered encouragement in my ears. I heard the judges whispering about me. Sev smiled at me from his seat. Madame Maxime turned to me, "What exactly was zat, Miss Jackson?"
I glanced up at Sev and he nodded encouragingly at me. "I'm an Elemental Mage. A Water Mage to be exact." Everyone had become dead silent.
"Impossible," said Crouch. "They've been extinct for years."
"No they haven't," said Neville. "Most of them just live in America now. I'm an Earth Mage." To prove his point, Neville raised the piece of earth we were on into the air.
"Incredible," murmured Dumbledore. His eyes twinkled and I didn't like the way he was looking at me. He was to manipulative for his own good. Madame Maxime, Mr. Crouch, Bagman, and Dumbledore all gave me 10s. Karkaroff gave me a 6. Apollo only knows why. Thunder boomed through the clear sky. Strike that, Apollo does not know why. Lav was quick to inform me that I was in first place as we made our way back to the common room for a party. I sighed, the whole world would know Mages still exist because of my stupidity. WHy didn't I just use aguamenti?