AN This chapter is a little longer than my chapters usually are, but I wanted, to go ahead and write about Durmstrang and Beauxbatons arrival, so I added it to the end of this chapter, it starts the same night as the last chapter, then goes into the next then there is a time skip, sorry it's confusing, but I don't want to drag it out too much.
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Chapter 22: Vistors
Harry sat up in bed, breathing heavily, and clapped his hand over his scar as pain shot through it; his hands shook and he felt a bit sick, so Harry threw the covers off himself and ran into the restroom, and vomited last night's meal into the toilet; he sat there a moment before standing, walking over to the sink, and started rinsing out his mouth first with water, then with mouthwash, he didn't want to go back to sleep with the taste and smell of vomit in his mouth.
Harry looked up into the mirror. His vision was a bit blurring due to leaving his glasses in the other room, but what he saw of his reflection looked pale and sick; his stomach was also feeling a little queasy. Harry thought back to his dream; it had been a bit weird, it was in an even darker room than before, and the only light had been coming from twelve black candles, that had blood-red flames laid out in a circle in the room, he saw things from Voldemort's point of view, as someone was off to the side chanting something in Latin, as they cut their hand with a long sliver blade, dropped bits of blood into the jar, before calling out to someone, the moment the person walked into the room, the one chanting said a spell, then green light came from a wand, hit the guy. He fell to the ground dead, and that's when he woke.
Harry knew it made him seem weak, but he was frightened and wanted to be near the most powerful person he knew, Loki. He left the bathroom as quietly and carefully as possible, headed to the trunk at the end of his bed; picking up his wand and glasses as he passed his bedside table. Harry opened his trunk, got out the Marauders Map that Sirius had given him, and checked it to ensure no school staff was walking nearby. Harry wasn't surprised to see Sirius in Loki's chambers.
Harry stood, cleared the map, and stuck it in his pocket. Then quietly left the dorm and then out the portrait hole, made his way to Loki's chambers, and knocked on the door. A moment later, Sirius opened it dressed in only pajama bottoms.
"Harry," Sirius said, a little surprised as he yawned. "Is Something wrong?"
"A headache, and I feel a little sick," Harry said. "Is Loki awake?"
"Just give me a second, kiddo," Sirius said. He closed the door, then a few seconds later, the door opened again, this time by Loki wearing a nightgown; with a concerned look on her face, she ushered Harry into the room.
"Are you ill?" Loki asked, sitting Harry in a chair.
"No, just a headache and upset stomach," Harry replied. Loki nodded and went over to a cabinet and started rummaging around in it. Harry watched as she pulled out a few different options, and a glass, then started mixing them, putting a small drop of each.
"Sirius, feel his forehead; see if he has a fever." Sirius felt Harry's forehead, then shook his head.
"No, he feels fine," Sirius said, pulling his hand away. Harry felt embarrassed by all the fuss over him, but he also couldn't help feeling a little pleased too, he was sure he was finally getting to know what it was like to have loving parents.
"Good," Loki replied, walking over with the glass of mixed potions and a spoon, "Mixing so many potions can make it strong, so I'm only giving you a spoon full; that should be enough."
Loki poured some in the spoon and held it out to Harry, who hesitated a moment before leaning forward and taking it. Loki then set the glass and spoon on the table and turned back to Harry, and felt his forehead.
"Would you like to stay here for the night?" Loki asked, "You may sleep on the sofa."
Harry looked toward the sofa. It did look comfortable, and he would like to stay there close to his parents. After that dream he had, something terrible was happening in it; he was sure and knew he probably should tell Loki and Sirius, but he couldn't bring himself to talk about it.
"No need to be embarrassed," Loki said as she stroked his hair soothingly. "Sirius, darling, get Harry a couple of blankets and a pillow out of the wardrobe, please."
Sirius walked over to the wardrobe and opened it. That's when Harry noticed that, for some reason, there were various articles of clothing scattered all over the floor, including Sirius's leather jacket. When Harry looked up from the floor, Sirius was already walking over to the sofa carrying blankets and a pillow, he sat one blanket and pillow on the coffee table, then took the other, unfolded it tossed it in the air, then stepped back, and Harry watched as it covered the sofa and put itself in place.
"Show off." Loki teased; she had Harry stand, then walked him to the sofa and had him lie down.
"Sorry, I woke you two," Harry said as Loki took the other blanket and covered him.
"Don't worry about it, Kiddo. That's our job, to be there when you need something." Sirius grinned at him, Loki felt his forehead again, and as Harry closed his eyes, he felt Loki take off his glasses as he slipped off to sleep.
"Harry, wake up," Sirius said hours later as he gently shook him. "It's time to get up."
Harry looked up at Sirius standing over; he frowned at the fact he was wearing his leather jacket and already dressed wearing clothes that Harry was pretty sure belonged to Loki.
"How do you feel this morning?" Sirius asked.
"Better, " Harry answered, sitting up. "Are you leaving?"
"In a little bit," Sirius said, "I have some business I need to tend to. I shouldn't be long, then I'll be back, but while I'm gone, I'll be in the muggle world. So, no sending me letters, okay, kiddo? Unless it's an emergency, I don't want the muggles to be suspicious of owls flying around in the daylight.
"What business do you have in the muggle world?" Harry demanded.
"Nothing for you to worry about," Sirius said. "I'm hoping to be back by your first Hogsmeade weekend, but I might be longer."
Harry went to argue, but at that moment, the door to the chamber opened, and Loki walked in, carrying Harry's school bag, a change of clothes for him, along with Loki's green fedora.
"Oh good, you're awake," Loki said, walking over to the sofa, "I went to Gryffindor Tower to let your friends know where you are, along with getting your school things and some clothes. You can shower before we head down to the Great Hall for breakfast."
Harry reached over and picked his glasses up off the coffee table, slipped them on his face, took the clothes Loki offered him, and went into the bathroom, which was a pretty good size, and decorated with dark green tile trimmed in gold but with a black toilet, sink and shower. Shaking his head at Loki's obsession with those three colors, Harry got the shower at the temperature he liked, undressed, and stepped in.
His shower lasted less than ten minutes before he stepped out, dried, dressed, then strapped his dagger back on his leg, this time he strapped it on the outside of his trousers, his school robes would cover it, and it would be easier to get to if he needed it.
"Do you feel better?" Loki asked when he walked out of the bathroom; she handed him his boots and a pair of socks; Harry sat on the sofa to put them on.
"Yeah, the headache is gone," Harry said.
"Good, I'm glad," Loki said. She sat the fedora on his head, then handed Harry his bag; as he stood, he picked his wand up off the coffee table and stuck it in the pocket of his robes. Then Loki, Harry and Sirius left Loki's chambers and walked in silence down the corridor. Sirius stopped in front of the statue of the humpback witch and gave Harry a one-arm hug, then hugged and kissed Loki, then disappeared into the tunnel behind the statue. Loki and Harry headed into the Great Hall, where they parted ways, Loki heading towards the head table, and Harry sat across from Ron and Hermione at the Gryffindor table.
"How do you feel, Harry?" Hermione asked, "Ron said Professor Ikol came into your dorm this morning to get your things, explaining you came to her sick last night."
"It was just a headache." Harry shrugged, "I took something for it, then fell asleep on her sofa, no big deal."
"Well, that's good," Ron said, then Harry and his friends chatted as they ate breakfast ten minutes after arriving in the Great Hall. Professor McGonagall passed out their schedules.
"Bloody hell." Ron scowled. "Snape first thing? McGonagall must hate us."
"Language, Mr. Wesaley," McGonagall reprimanded, making Ron's ears turn red, "and that's Professor McGonagall." Ron glared at McGonagall's back as she moved on down the table.
"We better go," Hermione said, grabbing her bag and standing. "Being late for Snape's class is the last thing I want to do on the first day of school."
"Yeah, he would love a reason to take points from Gryffindor," Ron said as they stepped out into the corridor. They made it to the dungeons just minutes before Snape opened the door for them to enter. He snared at Harry when he passed him to join the class.
"Potter, take that ridiculous thing off your head," Snape ordered; Harry's face turned red as the Slytherins snickered at him. Harry took off the fedora and hung it on the back of his chair, then sat down and started getting his potion supplies out of his bag.
"Next year is when you take your OWLs ," Snape said. "This means this year, your school work will be much harder than the last three years. To prepare you, you'll likely get even more homework from many of your professors. Today we are going to start brewing potion antidotes. I warn you; antidotes are among the hardest potions you can make. I want your full concentration while brewing them. Follow the instructions exactly as they are." Snape pointed to the instructions written on the board.
Harry got to work, doing his best to follow Snape's instructions; he was glad that Loki had been helping him get better at the subjects he was terrible at when helping him with his summer homework, along with all the training Loki and Sirius put Harry through; they kept him pretty busy during his visits to their cottage. Harry wasn't complaing though, he still got to do fun stuff like play Quidditch with Sirius, and they took him out to places.
"Longbottom, do you want to blow up the classroom?" Snape demanded. Harry looked up to see Snape standing at Neville's table. "Keep getting worse at potions, and that's what will happen." Snape waved his wand and made Neville's potion disappear. "Zero for this class."
Snape walked around the classroom checking people's potions and came to their table last, and he snared at Ron's potion, "Well, at least it's not as bad as Longbottom's." Snape looked into Hermione's cauldron, said nothing, then smirked at Harry's, "A zero for you too, Potter."
"But, sir, " Hermione spoke up. Snape glared at her.
"I do not need your input, Granger. I am the teacher, and I give the grades." Snape vanished Harry's potion and then headed toward the front of the room.
"But, for once, you got the potion right," Hermione whispered. Harry shrugged. It didn't surprise him that Snape gave him a bad grade for a good potion. Snape made it back up to his desk and turned around, and glanced around the room. After one last look around, he spoke.
"As I figured, only a few of you came close to brewing a potion resembling an antidote. You are to study the chapter on this potion, and I want two rolls of parchment on how to make and what it's used for." Snape's eyes went to Harry. "Potter, stop that!"
"What?" Harry paused as he ran his hand through his hair.
"If your hair bothers you so much, cut it off; don't play with it during class," Snape said, smirking when the Slytherin began to laugh. Harry opened his mouth to reply, but at that moment, the bell rang; the class was over, and Harry decided he rather escape Snape's presents instead of getting a detention for arguing with him.
"I'm not cutting my hair," Harry said, putting on the fedora as they walked out of class. "I like it like this. It isn't messy."
"Don't let Snape get to you, Harry," Hermione said, "He's just hoping you'll do something to get yourself in trouble."
"Snape seems harder on you than usual," Ron said.
"That started last year," Harry replied, lowering his voice slightly. "Every since he found out Sirius is my dad and not James Potter."
Throughout the first week of term, Harry discovered Snape was right about more challenging school work and more homework; both McGonagall and Flitwick followed Snape's example and gave them more challenging work to do and lectured them about their OWLs next year, even Professor Sinistra the Astronomy teacher mentioned it during class Wednesday night, one teacher who didn't was Moody, the new Defense Against The Dark Arts teacher, who was teaching them about the three Unforgivable Curses, and other dark magic, going into great detail on what the curses did, and the book he had assigned them for the class was even worse it had pictures of cursed people."
They had Herbology and Care of Magical Creatures Thursday morning. Herbology was first; Professor Sprout showed the class the ugliest plants Harry had ever seen, they looked like giant slugs, and each plant was squirming slightly. Sprout called them Bubotubers, and their assignment was to collect the puss inside them. The Gryffindor fourth years spent the next hour wearing dragon hide gloves as they squeezed the bubotubers, collecting the yellowish-green liquid into jars. But they were nowhere near as bad as the Blast-Ended Skrewts; Hagrid wanted them to raise for class. They were slimy and pale and looked like lobsters without shells. The males had stringers, and the females had suckers to suck blood. Both blasted fire at them.
All during the week, Harry kept a close eye on the post and kept checking the Marauders Map, watching for Sirius to reappear or send an owl; so far, the only post Harry had received was on Thursday evening when an owl showed up carrying a tin of homemade biscuits and a note from Andromeda Tonks welcoming him to the family, Harry shared the biscuits with Ron, and Hermione and made sure he sent Andromeda a thank you letter. Unfortunately, Loki also hadn't heard from Sirius and kept telling Harry not to worry, that he'll show up soon; Harry asked her every evening when Ron, Hermione, and he did their homework in Loki's chambers so she could help if they got stuck on something. Hermione never needed help but still asked Loki to review her homework in case she got something wrong. She never did.
Their first History of Magic class of the year was Friday evening. When they entered the classroom, Loki was standing at the front of the room; behind her, the tapestry of the World Tree from last year had been moved to hang on the left side of the classroom and replaced with one that was a large map of the earth.
"Good evening, children," Loki said, "Please, have a seat."
Harry, Ron, and Hermione sat in the front of the class, and Loki smiled at them before she continued what she was saying.
"I thought since we'll be having visitors from two different schools later this year, it would be interesting to learn the history of the magic schools; I'm guessing Professor Binns never taught you," Loki said.
"No, Ma'am," Lavender answered.
"Excellent, " Loki smiled. "There are eleven established and prestigious wizarding schools worldwide, all of which are registered with the International Confederation of Wizards."
"Only eleven?" Seamus asked.
"I know the number seems low, but a lot of nations preferred to allow the parents to home-school their children, plus there have been smaller and less well-regulated institutions that have come and gone, and there are still a few smaller schools around but are not registered, it makes them difficult to keep track of, but this year you will learn about the eleven."
"The precise location of each school is a closely guarded secret. The schools fear Muggle persecution and attacks from their own people, for it is a sad fact that at various times in their long histories, all of these institutions have been buffeted by the effects of wizard wars, and hostile attention from both the foreign and domestic magical communities. As a general rule, magical schools tend to be situated in landlocked, mountainous areas as such regions are difficult for muggles to access and easier to defend from Dark wizards. The first school you will learn about is Durmstrang since it is one of the visitors we'll have later this year."
"As you might already know, Durmstrang has the darkest reputation of all eleven wizarding schools and has twice in its history fallen under the stewardship of wizards of dubious allegiance or nefarious intent. Durmstrang was founded by a Bulgarian witch Nerida Vulchanova. It wasn't until her mysterious death that Durmstrang began to get a bad reputation. When Harfang Munter took over the school shortly after her death, he established Durmstrang's reputation for dueling and all forms of martial magic, which remains an impressive part of its curriculum today."
Loki walked over to the map and pointed at a section in Europe.
"Although believed to be situated in the far north of Europe, Durmstrang is one of the most secretive of all schools about its whereabouts so that nobody can be quite certain. Visitors, who must comply with memory charms to erase their knowledge of how they got there, speak of vast, sprawling grounds with many stunning views."
Harry took notes, enjoying the lesson. After class, he stayed behind to talk to her before going to dinner and tried not to feel disappointed that Sirius had yet to contact them; he wished Sirius would hurry up and get home.
As Harry got busier with schoolwork over the next few weeks, it was almost easy to forget Sirius had yet to reappear. As September changed to October, excitement filled the air as the day that Durmstrang and Beauxbatons visits drew near. When October thirtieth arrived, there still had been no word from Sirius, as Harry walked in between Ron and Hermione with the rest of Gryffindor outside the castle to await their school's arrival.
It was a cold, clear evening; dusk was falling, and a pale, transparent-looking moon was already shining over the Forbidden Forest. Harry had left Loki's hat in the dorm, knowing McGonagall would probably tell him to take it off anyway.
"Nearly six," Ron announced, checking his watch and then stared down the drive that led to the front gates. "How do you reckon they're coming? The train?"
"I doubt it," Hermione said.
Harry glanced at Loki, who was standing next to Dumbledore, and like Harry, was not wearing her usual witch hat; instead, she had her hair hanging loosely, curled at the bottom with a snake-shaped hairpiece pinning one side back. She kept reaching up and gripping the locket Sirius had given her years ago while chewing on her bottom lip. Harry was sure she was worried about Sirius but kept it hidden from him.
"Aha, unless I am very much mistaken, the delegation from Beauxbatons approaches," Dumbledore said. Harry looked up into the sky, and a large shape hurtled across the deep blue sky toward the castle, growing larger all the time.
"It's a dragon!" shrieked one of the first years.
"Don't be stupid; it's a flying house!" Dennis Creevey snapped. Harry had told Loki about the conversation he heard the Creevey brothers have during the sorting, and she promised to keep an eye on them. If they acted funny toward him, Harry was to tell Loki immediately.
Harry turned back to the sky in time to see a giant black shape skim over the treetops of the Forbidden Forest, and the lights shining from the castle windows hit it. They saw a gigantic, powder-blue, horse-drawn carriage, the size of a large house, soaring toward them, pulled through the air by a dozen winged horses, all palominos, and each the size of an elephant.
The front three rows of students drew backward as the carriage hurtled ever lower, coming in to land at a tremendous speed; then, with an almighty crash that made Neville jump back, the horses' hooves hit the ground. A second later, the carriage landed too, bouncing upon its vast wheels, while the golden horses tossed their enormous heads and rolled large, fiery red eyes.
Harry just had time to see that the carriage door bore a coat of arms (two crossed, golden wands, each emitting three stars) before it opened. A boy in pale blue robes jumped down from the carriage, bent forward, fumbled briefly with something on the carriage floor, and unfolded a set of golden steps. He sprang back respectfully. The largest woman Harry had ever seen emerged from the carriage, and a few people gasped. The woman seemed unnaturally large, and she had a handsome, olive-skinned face; large, black, liquid-looking eyes; and a rather beaky nose. Her hair was drawn back in a shining knob at the base of her neck. She was dressed from head to foot in black satin, and many magnificent opals gleamed at her throat and on her thick fingers.
Dumbledore started to clap; the students, following his lead, broke into applause, too. The lady's face relaxed into a gracious smile, and she walked toward Dumbledore, extending her hand. Dumbledore, though tall himself, had barely to bend to kiss it.
"My dear Madame Maxime," Dumbledore said. "Welcome to Hogwarts."
"Dumbledore," Madame Maxime said, in a French accent, pronouncing his name a weird way. "I hope I find you well?"
"In excellent form, I thank you," Dumbledore said, and Madam Maxime glanced curiously at Loki, "Ah, yes, this is my History of Magic teacher, Professor Reigna Ikol."
"Nice to meet you," Loki replied, nodding her head. Madam Maxime nodded back, then motioned behind her.
"My pupils," she said. Behind the giant woman were about a dozen boys and girls in their late teens; they were shivering, which was unsurprising, given that their robes seemed to be made of fine silk, and none wore cloaks. A few had wrapped scarves and shawls around their heads.
"Has Durmstrang arrived yet?" Madame Maxime asked.
"They should be here any moment," Dumbledore answered. "Would you like to wait here and meet their new Headmaster, or would you prefer to step inside and warm up a trifle?"
"Warm up, I think," Madame Maxime said. "But the horses."
"Our Care of Magical Creatures teacher will be delighted to take care of them," Dumbledore assured her "the moment he has returned from dealing with a slight situation that has arisen with some of his other -er - charges."
"Very well," Madame Maxime said, bowing slightly. "Will you please inform this Hagrid the horses drink only single-malt whiskey?"
"It will be attended to," said Dumbledore, also bowing.
"Come," said Madame Maxime imperiously to her students, and the Hogwarts crowd parted to allow her and her students to pass up the stone steps.
"The lake!" Lee Jordan yelled, pointing down at it. "Look at the lake!"
From their position at the top of the lawns overlooking the grounds, they had a clear view of the smooth black surface of the water, except that the surface was suddenly not smooth. Some disturbance was taking place deep in the center; great bubbles were forming on the surface, waves were now washing over the muddy banks, and then, out in the very middle of the lake, a whirlpool appeared. What seemed to be a long, black pole began to rise slowly out of the heart of the whirlpool.
"It's a mast!" Harry said.
Slowly the ship rose out of the water, gleaming in the moonlight. It had a strangely skeletal look, as though it were a resurrected wreck, and the dim, misty lights shimmering at its portholes looked like ghostly eyes. Finally, with a great sloshing noise, the ship emerged entirely, bobbing on the water, and glided toward the bank. A few moments later, they heard the splash of an anchor being thrown down in the shallows and the thud of a plank being lowered onto the bank. People were disembarking. All of them were wearing cloaks of some shaggy, matted fur; Harry watched as they formed two long lines, parting ways to allow three people to the walkthrough.
Harry wasn't interested in Durmstrang's new headmistress or the tall blonde guy walking on her left, and it was the girl on her right that Harry's eyes went to and stayed; she had to be the most beautiful girl Harry had ever seen, she had long auburn hair and green eyes. She wore the same cloaks as the other students, except hers was dark red.
"Look at Dumbledore's face." Hermione hissed in his ear. Harry stop looking at the girl long enough to glance at Dumbledore, whose face was a bit pale and looked as if he'd seen a ghost.
"You must be Albus Dumbledore!" the woman said; unlike Maxime, she did not offer her hand to shake. And Harry just noticed she wasn't wearing wizard robes, but red leather trousers, with a black leather top, and tall black leather boots, with a blood red cloak around her shoulders. Harry couldn't see her face, but he saw she had short black hair that hovered just above her shoulders.
"That I am," Dumbledore answered. "You much be Cynthia Schmidt."
"That's Sinthea with an S, actually spelled S-I-N-T-H-E-A," Schmidt said, "My brother calls me Sin." she laughed, a creepy-sounding laugh, then motioned to the students standing next to her. "I like you to meet my two best students, Wanda and Pietro Maximoff."
"Your school is charming," Wanda said; her accent didn't match Schmidt's, who sounded Russian, but Wanda had a European accent. Harry decided he liked her voice and the name Wanda, a bit old fashion sounding but still a pretty name.
"Thank you, Miss. Maximoff, " Dumbledore said, "Would you like to go in and warm up?"
"That would be wonderful," Schmidt said before beckoning her students forward and going inside without another word. Once the guest was inside, the heads of houses led their students back in; as Harry entered the castle, he looked back at Loki and Dumbledore, who hadn't moved from their spot and were talking in quiet voices.
Harry sat at the Gryffindor table across from Ron and Hermione. As the students took seats at their house tables, Professor Maxime and Professor Schmidt sat at the chairs on either side of Dumbledore.
"Good evening, ladies and gentlemen, ghosts and most particularly guests," Dumbledore said, beaming around at the foreign students. "I have great pleasure in welcoming you all to Hogwarts. I hope and trust that your stay here will be both comfortable and enjoyable."
One of the Beauxbatons girls, still clutching a muffler around her head, gave what was unmistakably a mocking laugh.
"No one's making you stay!" Hermione whispered. Harry wasn't paying attention to her, though; his eyes were back on Wanda Maximoff, who he spotted sitting at the Slytherin table with the rest of Durmstrang. They had taken off their cloaks, and their school robes were blood red. Harry watched Wanda looking around, then she felt someone looking at her, and she looked straight at Harry, who looked down at the table and blushed, embarrassed with being caught staring.
"The tournament will be officially opened at the end of the feast," Dumbledore said. "I now invite you all to eat, drink, and make yourselves at home."
He sat down, and the plates on the tables filled with food as usual, though some dishes Harry didn't recognize.
"What's that?" Ron asked, pointing at a large dish of some sort of shellfish stew that stood beside a large steak-and-kidney pudding.
"Bouillabaisse," Hermione answered.
"Bless you," Ron said.
"It's French," Hermione told him. "I had it on holiday the summer before last. It's very nice."
"I'll take your word for it," Ron said and helped himself to black pudding, and Harry focused on his plate of food.
"Look who just arrived," Hermione said. She pointed at the staff table where Ludo Bagman and Barty Crouch sat.
"What are they doing here?" Harry wondered.
"They organized the Triwizard Tournament, didn't they?" Hermione replied. "I suppose they wanted to be here to see it start."
Once the golden plates had been wiped clean, Dumbledore stood up again. A pleasant sort of tension seemed to fill the Hall now.
"The moment has come," Dumbledore announced. "The Triwizard Tournament is about to start. I want to say a few words of explanation before we bring in the casket. Just to clarify the procedure that we will be following this year. But first, let me introduce, for those who do not know them, Mr. Bartemius Crouch, Head of the Department of International Magical Cooperation, and Mr. Ludo Bagman, Head of the Department of Magical Games and Sports. They have worked tirelessly over the last few months on the arrangements for the Triwizard Tournament. They will join myself, Professor Schmidt and Madame Maxime on the panel to judge the champions' efforts. The casket, then, if you please, Mr. Filch."
Filch approached Dumbledore carrying a wooden chest encrusted with jewels. It looked ancient.
"The instructions for the tasks the champions will face this year have already been examined by Mr. Crouch and Mr. Bagman," Dumbledore explained as Filch placed the chest carefully on the table before him, "and they have made the necessary arrangements for each challenge. Three tasks will be spaced throughout the school year, and they will test the champions in many different ways."
"As you know, three champions compete in the tournament," Dumbledore went on. "one from each of the participating schools. They will be marked on how well they perform each Tournament task, and the champion with the highest total after task three will win the Triwizard Cup. The champions will be chosen by an impartial selector: the Goblet of Fire."
Dumbledore now took out his wand and tapped three times upon the top of the casket. The lid creaked slowly open. Dumbledore reached inside it and pulled out a large, roughly hewn wooden cup. It would have been entirely unremarkable had it not been full to the brim with dancing blue-white flames. Dumbledore closed the casket and placed the goblet carefully on top of it.
"Anybody wishing to submit themselves as champion must write their name and school clearly upon a slip of parchment and drop it into the goblet," Dumbledore said. "Aspiring champions have twenty-four hours in which to put their names forward. Tomorrow night, Halloween, the goblet will return the names of the three it has judged most worthy to represent their schools. The goblet will be placed in the entrance hall tonight, where it will be freely accessible to all those wishing to compete. To ensure that no underage student yields to temptation. I will be drawing an Age Line around the Goblet of Fire."
"Finally, I wish to impress upon any of you wishing to compete that this tournament is not to be entered into lightly. Once the Goblet of Fire has selected a champion, they are obliged to see the tournament through to the end. Placing your name in the goblet constitutes a binding, magical contract. There can be no change of heart once you have become a champion. Please be very sure, therefore, that you are wholeheartedly prepared to play before you drop your name into the goblet. Now, I think it is time for bed. Good night to you all."
Harry stood with the rest of the Gryffindors and headed towards the exit, reaching the doors at the same time Schmidt and the Durmstrang students did; Harry stopped to allow them to go by first as he felt a slight stinging pain in his scar.
"Thank you," Schmidt said, glancing at him, and then she froze and turned her head back to Harry; her eyes moved slowly up Harry's face and fixed upon his scar. Then a smirk appeared on her face. The Durmstrang students began to notice that Harry Potter was standing there and started pointing at him, making Harry feel uncomfortable. And embarrassed as Wanda Maximoff and her brother stood behind her, whispering to one another.
"Harry Potter," Schmidt said; something flashed through her eyes he couldn't explain. She slowly reached and put her finger on his scar, Harry gasped as pain shot through it again, and he jerked back, staring at her in surprise. It came to him why Dumbledore had looked like he had seen a ghost earlier. Sinthea Schmidt looked like a female version of Tom Riddle before he was Voldemort.
"Don't touch me." Harry snapped. He wanted to get away from this woman and soon got his wish when he felt hands on his shoulders and then found himself being pushed behind Loki as she stepped in front of him.
"Is there a problem?" Loki demanded, voice full of warning; Schmidt and Loki stood there glaring at each other for a long moment as if they were staring each other down; Schmidt most had seen something in Loki's expression she didn't like, for she was the first to back down, then turned and left, her students following.
"That was bloody weird," Ron said.
Harry nodded in agreement as Loki put her arm around his shoulder and offered to walk them back to Gryffindor tower as they exited the Great Hall. Harry looked back when he was on the marble staircase to see Professor Schmidt leaving the castle with her students following, all but Pietro and Wanda Maximoff, who for some reason was heading back into the Great Hall.
AN No, I'm not doing a Harry/Wanda ship, since in my story she's 3-4 years older than him, but liked the idea of making her Harry's first crush. I didn't know Wanda's eye color, so I looked it up, the website I found said she had Auburn hair and green eyes. Pietro doesn't have any wizard magic, but gets by with doing written schoolwork, and potions, which I figured you don't need magic to do.
Sinthea Schmidt's look is based on her picture I saw online, except I changed her leather pants to red and her hair to black, in the comics her hair is red, and she looks a little like Black Willow, so I changed her hair to match Tom Riddle.
I got the information on magic schools, and Durmstrang from the wizarding world website.