Monday morning saw the students of Hogwarts greeted to a notice on the bulletin board of the common rooms. The DELEGATIONS FROM BEAUXBATONS AND DURMSTRANG WILL BE ARRIVING AT 6 O'CLOCK ON FRIDAY THE 30TH OF OCTOBER. LESSONS WILL END HALF AN HOUR EARLY STUDENTS WILL RETURN THEIR BAGS AND BOOKS TO THEIR DORMITORIES AND ASSEMBLE IN FRONT OF THE CASTLE TO GREET OUR GUESTS BEFORE THE WELCOMING FEAST.
"Oh brilliant, it's Potions last class of the day Friday." exclaimed Ron triumphantly.
"I'm sure he will do his best to make it as miserable as possible." replied Harry.
"Harry come on, aren't you supposed to meet Daphne before breakfast?" asked Hermione.
"Yea she wants to know how we want to handle the news of the engagement especially once Malfoy finds out he's not the heir to house Black. She also wants me to go to McGonagall about it as well because once news gets out she might not be safe in the Snake Pit." he replied.
"So what does that mean? What can McGonagall do for her?" asked Ron.
"Well according to Daphne, as Deputy Headmistress she can call for a resorting due to student safety. She would then be able to go into one of the other houses the hat could have picked for her." Harry explained.
The Gryffindor trio headed down from the seventh floor to the Great hall to meet with Daphne. As they entered the entrance hall they saw Susan Bones pacing around the hall.
"Oi Bones what are you doin'?" shouted Ron.
"Well Weasley if you must know I am waiting for the three of you to arrive for breakfast. Also our mutual friend is in the storage room off the entrance hall waiting for us so let's go." replied Susan the second part softly once they were closer.
The four walked into the storage room to find not only Daphne but also Tracey Davis and Astoria, Daphne's younger sister.
"Oh I didn't know we would be having company Daphne, has something happened already?" Harry asked.
"No not yet Harry Tracey is just very protective and Astoria just wanted to meet you formally. Heir Harry James Potter-Black my sister Astoria Persephone Greengrass she is a second year in Slytherin of course. There I introduced you now remember what father said you are to keep this to yourself until the Prophet releases the information got it." said Daphne sternly.
"Yes I remember, now if you don't mind I'm going to breakfast." Astoria replied before promptly exiting the room.
"Sorry she is a bit of a bitch. It's not entirely her fault she just got out of hospital." said Daphne apologetically.
"Is everything ok?" asked Hermione.
"Yes Astoria is my half-sister and her mother's family has a blood curse that passed to Astoria that causes her to almost exsanguinate when she gets her monthlies, it leaves her very frail and moody, that last member of the family to get it didn't live past 20 and we have yet to find a cure." Daphne explained.
"That's horrible." exclaimed Hermione.
"If you need anything let us know ok, now about the Prophet article did your father give you any hint as to when it's going to be released?" asked Harry.
"Father said that with the Tournament selection being this week he might try to get it squeezed in so that it's not front page news but he has to talk to Padfoot. With him still being a convict it's hard to get the whole thing in the paper but just the confirmation of betrothal with our names should be there." Daphne explained.
"But being that it's Harry Potter might make them hold it until after the selection and publish it separately." said Susan.
"So nothing is going to be a problem until after the selection. I hate that I have to go to it. It's Halloween of all days." complained Harry.
"What's wrong with Halloween?" asked Tracey.
"Well being Harry it's the anniversary of his parents murder also since he's been at Hogwarts something really bad has happened on Halloween." Hermione explained.
"The troll, Mrs. Norris being petrified, and last year Padfoot tried to break into Gryffindor tower. So this year you finally get to duel Malfoy for being a pompous git." said Ron.
"Let's hope that's the least of my problems." Harry said.
"It will be ok Harry, you have all of us by your side." said Daphne putting a hand on his shoulder.
After that Tracey, Susan and Daphne left first while Harry, Ron and Hermione waited a few minutes to make sure the coast was clear. At breakfast Harry sat facing the Slytherin table so he could keep an eye on Daphne in case Malfoy tried anything. The morning lessons were uneventful; it was in Care of Magical Creatures that things got interesting. Hagrid decided to change the pairs for the Blast-Ended Skrewts to see if a change in parents helped them eat. The new pairs were set to cause chaos. Hermione was paired with Draco, Ron with Pansy, Harry with Daphne, Crabbe with Susan, Seamus with Tracey. Harry, Ron, and Daphne were very worried about Hermione feeding Draco to the Skrewt.
"So we have some time alone together, anything you want to talk about beside the skrewts?" Daphne asked.
"Umm I'm not sure where to go from here. I don't have the best experience in healthy relationships. I'm sure you are aware that until last year I lived with my aunt and uncle." He started.
"These would be the magic hating, lock you in a room only letting you out to act like a house elf aunt and uncle. Hermione ranted a lot about them after Christmas last year." said Daphne answering Harry's look of shock.
"Yes that would be them, well after the events of last year I lived with Remus and Padfoot to help manage the "furry little problem." I can honestly say with them I have never been happier." He replied.
"Good, I'm glad you don't have to go back there. From what Hermione tells me they would get along great with Malfoy." she replied.
"Only if he could look past them being Muggle and they looked past him being a wizard." he said.
"Yea your right Malfoy would never lower himself to associate with a Muggle." Daphne sneered.
"So what do you think of these things?" Harry asked.
"Honestly Hagrid has a weird taste in what he thinks of as an adorable creature. I mean these things: males have stingers, females have suckers to drink blood, he doesn't know what they eat, they are a cross-breed species of two dangerous creatures. Malfoy told everyone about the baby dragon first year, and don't think I didn't hear about Fluffy, and I was sorry about what happened to Buckbeak."
"Oh he's alive didn't Hermione tell you?" asked Harry.
Daphne, too shocked to answer, shook her head.
"Yea last year we used her time-turner to go back and save both Buckbeak and Padfoot actually it was necessary as Padfoot was locked in Professor Flitwick's office and the only way to get to the window was to fly but he lives with Padfoot until we can figure out how to get him back to his herd." He explained.
"Wow, that's amazing, at least he's still alive. So you do know you still need to find a wife for House Potter right?" she asked hesitantly.
"Yeah, Padfoot and Moony explained it all to me. The problem is I wouldn't know where to begin. I honestly stopped even thinking about girls when I got bit and I didn't want to think about what dating someone could mean." said Harry, begrudgingly.
"Well as the future Mrs. Black I would appreciate being kept in the loop of who I would have to share my husband with." said Daphne, smirking.
"You and Hermione would have a better idea than me. I'm still wondering how many people secretly believe I'm the next dark lord." he replied.
"Well most don't think you are a dark lord but Malfoy still thinks you are a git not that he's any better. I'll get with Hermione and see if she has any prospects." Daphne chuckled.
The Skrewt in Daphne's hand took that moment as a cue to make itself known and stung her right in the hand. She screamed and dropped the skrewt which Harry with his quick reflexes caught it before it got away.
"Hagrid Daphne has been stung by one of the skrewts." Harry shouted as Daphne's hand began to swell.
"Come 'ere Miss Greengrass I have the antidote for their venom. When I first bred 'em and the stingers developed I had Professor Snape make it." Hagrid called, pulling a vial from his pocket.
Harry pulled Daphne by her good hand up to Hagrid who quickly gave her the antidote.
"Harry take Daphne up ter the hospital wing. The antidote will bring the swelling down an' stop the dangerous bits o' venom but she'll still need a pick me up from Madam Pomfrey." Hagrid instructed.
After handing the skrewt back to Hagrid, Harry led Daphne to the hospital wing where Madam Pomfrey assured Harry she would be ok after a brief stay. Daphne was released two days later completely healthy. The rest of the week seemed to fly by until finally it was Friday. There was a pleasant feeling of anticipation in the air that day. Nobody was very attentive in lessons, being much more interested in the arrival that evening of the people from Beauxbatons and Durmstrang; even Potions was more bearable than usual, as it was half an hour shorter. When the bell rang early, Harry, Ron, and Hermione hurried up to Gryffindor Tower, deposited their bags and books as they had been instructed, pulled on their cloaks, and rushed back downstairs into the entrance hall. The Heads of Houses were ordering their students into lines.
"Weasley, straighten your hat," Professor McGonagall snapped at Ron. "Miss Patil, take that ridiculous thing out of your hair." Parvati scowled and removed a large ornamental butterfly from the end of her plait.
"Follow me, please," said Professor McGonagall. "First years in front… no pushing…"
They filed down the steps and lined up in front of the castle. It was a cold, clear evening; dusk was falling and a pale, transparent looking moon was already shining over the Forbidden Forest. Harry, standing between Ron and Hermione in the fourth row from the front, saw Dennis Creevey positively shivering with anticipation among the other first years.
"Nearly six," said Ron, checking his watch and then staring down the drive that led to the front gates. "How d'you reckon they're coming? The train?"
"I doubt it," said Hermione.
"How, then? Broomsticks?" Harry suggested, looking up at the starry sky.
"I don't think so… not from that far away…"
"A Portkey?" Ron suggested. "Or they could Apparate—maybe you're allowed to do it under seventeen wherever they come from?"
"You can't Apparate inside the Hogwarts grounds, how often do I have to tell you?" said Hermione impatiently.
They scanned the darkening grounds excitedly, but nothing was moving; everything was still, silent, and quite as usual. Harry was starting to feel cold. He wished they'd hurry up… Maybe the foreign students were preparing a dramatic entrance… He remembered what Mr. Weasley had said back at the campsite before the Quidditch World Cup: "always the same—we can't resist showing off when we get together…" And then Dumbledore called out from the back row where he stood with the other teachers—"Aha! Unless I am very much mistaken, the delegation from Beauxbatons approaches!"
"Where?" said many students eagerly, all looking in different directions.
"There!" yelled a sixth year, pointing over the forest. Something large, much larger than a broomstick—or, indeed, a hundred broomsticks—was hurtling across the deep blue sky toward the castle, growing larger all the time.
"It's a dragon!" shrieked one of the first years, losing her head completely.
"Don't be stupid… it's a flying house!" said Dennis Creevey. Dennis's guess was closer… As the gigantic black shape skimmed 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 backward onto a Slytherin fifth year's foot, the horses' hooves, larger than dinner plates, 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 door of the carriage 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 for a moment with something on the carriage floor, and unfolded a set of golden steps. He sprang back respectfully. Then Harry saw a shining, high heeled black shoe emerging from the inside of the carriage—a shoe the size of a child's sled—followed, almost immediately, by the largest woman he had ever seen in his life.
The size of the carriage, and of the horses, was immediately explained. A few people gasped. Harry had only ever seen one person as large as this woman in his life, and that was Hagrid; he doubted whether there was an inch difference in their heights. Yet somehow—maybe simply because he was used to Hagrid—this woman (now at the foot of the steps, and looking around at the waiting, wide eyed crowd) seemed even more unnaturally large. As she stepped into the light flooding from the entrance hall, she was revealed to have 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, many of them standing on tiptoe, the better to look at this woman. Her face relaxed into a gracious smile and she walked forward toward Dumbledore, extending a glittering hand. Dumbledore, though tall himself, had barely to bend to kiss it.
"My dear Madame Maxime," he said. "Welcome to Hogwarts."
"Dumbly-dorr," said Madame Maxime in a deep voice. "I 'ope I find you well?"
"In excellent form, I thank you," said Dumbledore.
"My pupils," said Madame Maxime, waving one of her enormous hands carelessly behind her.
Harry, whose attention had been focused completely upon Madame Maxime, now noticed that about a dozen boys and girls, all, by the look of them, in their late teens, had emerged from the carriage and were now standing behind Madame Maxime. They were shivering, which was unsurprising, given that their robes seemed to be made of fine silk, and none of them were wearing cloaks. A few had wrapped scarves and shawls around their heads. From what Harry could see of them (they were standing in Madame Maxime's enormous shadow), they were staring up at Hogwarts with apprehensive looks on their faces.
"'As Karkaroff arrived yet?" Madame Maxime asked.
"He should be here any moment," said Dumbledore.
"Would you like to wait here and greet him or would you prefer to step inside and warm up a trifle?"
"Warm up, I think," said Madame Maxime. "But ze 'orses—"
"Our Care of Magical Creatures teacher will be delighted to take care of them," said Dumbledore, "the moment he has returned from dealing with a slight situation that has arisen with some of his other—er—charges."
"Skrewts," Ron muttered to Harry, grinning.
"My steeds require—er—forceful 'andling," said Madame Maxime, looking as though she doubted whether any Care of Magical Creatures teacher at Hogwarts could be up to the job. "Zey are very strong…"
"I assure you that Hagrid will be well up to the job," said Dumbledore, smiling.
"Very well," said Madame Maxime, bowing slightly. "Will you please inform zis 'Agrid zat ze 'orses 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.
"How big d'you reckon Durmstrang's horses are going to be?" Seamus Finnigan said, leaning around Lavender and Parvati to address Harry and Ron.
"Well, if they're any bigger than this lot, even Hagrid won't be able to handle them," said Harry. "That's if he hasn't been attacked by his skrewts. Wonder what's up with them?"
"Maybe they've escaped," said Ron hopefully.
"Oh don't say that," said Hermione with a shudder. "Imagine that lot loose on the grounds…"
They stood, shivering slightly now, waiting for the Durmstrang party to arrive. Most people were gazing hopefully up at the sky. For a few minutes, the silence was broken only by Madame Maxime's huge horses snorting and stamping. But then— "Can you hear something?" said Ron suddenly.
Harry listened; a loud and oddly eerie noise was drifting toward them from out of the darkness: a muffled rumbling and sucking sound, as though an immense vacuum cleaner were moving along a riverbed. "The lake!" yelled Lee Jordan, 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 at all. 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, as if a giant plug had just been pulled out of the lake's floor… What seemed to be a long, black pole began to rise slowly out of the heart of the whirlpool… and then Harry saw the rigging…
"It's a mast!" he said to Ron and Hermione.
Slowly, magnificently, the ship rose out of the water, gleaming in the moonlight. It had a strangely skeletal look about it, 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 turbulent water, and began to glide 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; they could see their silhouettes passing the lights in the ship's portholes. All of them, Harry noticed, seemed to be built along the lines of Crabbe and Goyle… but then, as they drew nearer, walking up the lawns into the light streaming from the entrance hall, he saw that their bulk was really due to the fact that they were wearing cloaks of some kind of shaggy, matted fur. But the man who was leading them up to the castle was wearing furs of a different sort: sleek and silver, like his hair. "Dumbledore!" he called heartily as he walked up the slope. "How are you, my dear fellow, how are you?"
"Blooming, thank you, Professor Karkaroff," Dumbledore replied.
Karkaroff had a fruity, unctuous voice; when he stepped into the light pouring from the front doors of the castle they saw that he was tall and thin like Dumbledore, but his white hair was short, and his goatee (finishing in a small curl) did not entirely hide his rather weak chin. When he reached Dumbledore, he shook hands with both of his own.
"Dear old Hogwarts," he said, looking up at the castle and smiling; his teeth were rather yellow, and Harry noticed that his smile did not extend to his eyes, which remained cold and shrewd. "How good it is to be here, how good… Viktor, come along, into the warmth… you don't mind, Dumbledore? Viktor has a slight head cold…" Karkaroff beckoned forward one of his students. As the boy passed, Harry caught a glimpse of a prominent curved nose and thick black eyebrows. He didn't need the punch on the arm Ron gave him, or the hiss in his ear, to recognize that profile. "Harry— it's Krum!"
Ron was so ecstatic over Krum that he didn't even notice his brother Percy and Mr. Crouch had entered the Great Hall. Behind them were several men carrying a large casket and something covered by a velvet blanket. Professor Dumbledore walked up to the casket and spoke.
"Can I have everyone's attention?" he asked, pulling out his wand and waving it over the casket to reveal a large stone goblet that ignited into blue flames. "The Goblet of Fire, anyone who wishes to take part in the Triwizard tournament clearly write your name and school on a piece of parchment and throw it into the flames by this time tomorrow night. Note that only one champion will be chosen from each school and if chosen you stand alone. This contest is not for the faint of heart when you are chosen you will compete in three tasks spread out over the year. Three extremely dangerous tasks it is for this reason that the Ministry has seen fit to add a new rule to explain all this I give you Mr. Bartemius Crouch Head of International Cooperation."
"After due consideration the ministry has concluded that no student not of legal age that is to say seventeen years old shall be able to put forth their name into the tournament THIS DECISION IS FINAL." Crouch had to yell the last part because at the mention of legal age there was an uproar of boos.
"SILENCE now each task the champions will be marked on how well they performed the champion with the highest score will be crowned the winner. Their name will go down in eternal glory and they will be presented with this chalice of champions, this vessel of victory, the Triwizard cup." Dumbledore shouted and finally pointed to the velvet blanket which revealed a large trophy about three feet tall and two feet wide made of some kind of clear/blue crystal and silver metal. "Now to ensure that no one under age tries to enter the Tournament I will be personally drawing an age line around the goblet. Good luck to everyone eligible and goodnight to the rest of you."
Harry, Ron, and Hermione quickly got up to head back to Gryffindor Tower after a brief altercation with the Durmstrang headmaster they made it peacefully back to the common room. Once in the common room the three friends sat in their usual spot by the fire and Ron went on about how awesome it would be to take part in the tournament while Harry continued to pray for a peaceful year and Hermione picked up a book on Ancient Runes. After an hour of hanging around the common room they finally went to bed.
As the next day was Saturday, most students would normally have breakfast late. Harry, Ron, and Hermione, however, were not alone in rising much earlier than they usually did on weekends. When they went down into the entrance hall, they saw about twenty people milling around it, some of them eating toast, all examining the Goblet of Fire. It had been placed in the center of the hall on the stool that normally bore the Sorting Hat. A thin golden line had been traced on the floor, forming a circle ten feet around it in every direction.
"Anyone put their name in yet?" Ron asked a third year girl eagerly.
"All the Durmstrang lot," she replied. "But I haven't seen anyone from Hogwarts yet."
"Bet some of them put it in last night after we'd all gone to bed," said Harry. "I would've if it had been me… wouldn't have wanted everyone watching. What if the goblet just gobbed you right back out again?"
Someone laughed behind Harry. Turning, he saw Fred, George, and Lee Jordan hurrying down the staircase, all three of them looking extremely excited.
"Done it," Fred said in a triumphant whisper to Harry, Ron, and Hermione. "Just taken it."
"What?" said Ron.
"The Aging Potion, dung brains," said Fred.
"One drop each," said George, rubbing his hands together with glee. "We only need to be a few months older."
"We're going to split the thousand Galleons between the three of us if one of us wins," said Lee, grinning broadly.
"I'm not sure this is going to work, you know," said Hermione warningly. "I'm sure Dumbledore will have thought of this."
Fred, George, and Lee ignored her.
"Ready?" Fred said to the other two, quivering with excitement. "C'mon, then—I'll go first—"
Harry watched, fascinated, as Fred pulled a slip of parchment out of his pocket bearing the words Fred Weasley—Hogwarts. Fred walked right up to the edge of the line and stood there, rocking on his toes like a diver preparing for a fifty foot drop. Then, with the eyes of every person in the entrance hall upon him, he took a great breath and stepped over the line.
For a split second Harry thought it had worked—George certainly thought so, for he let out a yell of triumph and leapt after Fred—but next moment, there was a loud sizzling sound, and both twins were hurled out of the golden circle as though they had been thrown by an invisible shot putter. They landed painfully, ten feet away on the cold stone floor, and to add insult to injury, there was a loud popping noise, and both of them sprouted identical long white beards.
The entrance hall rang with laughter. Even Fred and George joined in, once they had gotten to their feet and taken a good look at each other's beards.
"I did warn you," said a deep, amused voice, and everyone turned to see Professor Dumbledore coming out of the Great Hall. He surveyed Fred and George, his eyes twinkling.
"I suggest you both go up to Madam Pomfrey. She is already tending to Miss Fawcett, of Ravenclaw, and Mr. Summers, of Hufflepuff, both of whom decided to age themselves up a little too. Though I must say, neither of their beards is anything like as fine as yours."
Fred and George set off for the hospital wing, accompanied by Lee, who was howling with laughter, and Harry, Ron, and Hermione, also chortling, went in to breakfast.
The decorations in the Great Hall had changed this morning. As it was Halloween, a cloud of live bats was fluttering around the enchanted ceiling, while hundreds of carved pumpkins leered from every corner. Harry led the way over to Dean and Seamus, who were discussing those Hogwarts students of seventeen or over who might be entering.
"There's a rumor going around that Warrington got up early and put his name in," Dean told Harry. "That big bloke from Slytherin who looks like a sloth."
Harry, who had played Quidditch against Warrington, shook his head in disgust.
"We can't have a Slytherin champion!"
"And all the Hufflepuffs are talking about Diggory," said Seamus contemptuously. "But I wouldn't have thought he'd have wanted to risk his good looks."
"Listen!" said Hermione suddenly.
People were cheering out in the entrance hall. They all swiveled around in their seats and saw Angelina Johnson coming into the Hall, grinning in an embarrassed sort of way. A tall black girl who played Chaser on the Gryffindor Quidditch team, Angelina came over to them, sat down, and said, "Well, I've done it! Just put my name in!"
"You're kidding!" said Ron, looking impressed.
"Are you seventeen, then?" asked Harry.
"Course she is, can't see a beard, can you?" said Ron.
"I had my birthday last week," said Angelina.
"Well, I'm glad someone from Gryffindor's entering," said Hermione. "I really hope you get it, Angelina!"
"Thanks, Hermione," said Angelina, smiling at her.
"Yeah, better you than—Pretty Boy Diggory," said Seamus, causing several Hufflepuffs passing their table to scowl heavily at him.
The Trio decided to pay Hagrid a visit. While there they found out the skrewts had started killing each other and had to be separated. As it got dark the trio followed Hagrid and the Beauxbatons back to the castle for the Halloween feast and the champion selection. The Halloween Feast was always a big event but tonight was even more so. It seemed like the party was longer than normal before the plates all cleared and Dumbledore stood up.
"It looks like the goblet is about ready to choose its champions. Now when you are selected I want you to walk along the staff table and into the adjacent hall for further instructions."
The flames inside the goblet turned suddenly red again. Sparks began to fly from it. Next moment, a tongue of flame shot into the air, a charred piece of parchment fluttered out of it—the whole room gasped. Dumbledore caught the piece of parchment and held it at arm's length, so that he could read it by the light of the flames, which had turned back to blue white.
"The Durmstrang champion is Viktor Krum"
A quick thunderous applause sounded for Krum was silenced when the goblet flared up again.
"The champion for Beauxbatons is Fleur Delacour."
Hermione pointed out to Ron that it was the girl he'd drooled over and Ron ducked under the crowd. The Goblet flared again and Dumbledore caught it and read out.
"The Hogwarts champion is Cedric Diggory."
Everyone clapped and cheered Ron muttered a small "oh no." as Cedric followed Fleur and Krum out of the Hall.
"Excellent, we now have our three champions. But in the end there can be only one winner who will go down in history. I wish the champions ..." Dumbledore started as the goblet flared up and the hairs on Harry's neck stood up; he knew before the paper came out what was happening. A fourth paper flew out of the Goblet, Dumbledore caught it and stared shockingly at it before uttering the name "Harry Potter?"
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Ok Here's a new chapter there are a lot of direct form book parts in this one and that's just because I needed the filler but I promise not to make a habit of it I try to keep each chapter about 3k word this is obviously over that but i wanted to get a few things done including champion selections. Let me know what you think thanks again.