Chapter 84: Chapter 83 - The Four Champions
Inside the Great Hall of Hogwarts, the students of the three largest magical schools in Europe gathered. Smiles were blossoming as the time for the drawing drew ever closer. After he managed to calm down the room of excited students, the old Headmaster of Hogwarts stood on the podium prepared.
"Now the moment you all have been waiting for, the champion selection." Dumbledore's voice echoed throughout the room.
Raising his hand at the hanging flames near the stone walls, they began to dim down. As the room darken, the blue flame on the goblet drew everyone's attention. Drawing ever closer to the goblet Dumbledore aged fingers ran around the goblet as he began circling it.
Stepping back up onto the podium, moments later the blue flames turned red as it began to flicker violently. Before everyone eyes a burnt piece of paper shot out and gently floats down to Dumbledore's hand.
"The champion of Durmstrang...Viktor Krum."
A loud cheer echoed out as the pro seeker clenched his fist air pumping. Standing up he shook Dumbledore's hands before heading towards the trophy room. Once he left the goblet turned red once more. A round shape paper came flying down into the headmaster hand.
"The champion of Beauxbatons...Fleur Delacour."
A well more organized cheer than Viktor came from the Beauxbatons group as Fleur smiled. Shaking Dumbledore's hand she entered the room behind Viktor. Following her departure the third piece of paper came floating down.
"Hogwarts champion...Cedric Diggory."
Once more a cheer erupted as Cedric was pretty popular among the Hogwarts students. Well, not as much as Harry, but that was a given.
"Now that the three champions were chosen, but only one will be holding this cup at the end."
While Dumbledore was speaking, a large blue and silver cup was walked in and placed on the head table. There the base and large silver handle contracted to the near transparent light blue walls.
While Dumbledore continued to explain, everyone's head was directed over the goblet. The red flame flickered almost violently before a small parchment shot out like a rocket. As everyone's eyes watched the paper float down gently, the flame died away, marking the end of the drawing.
"Harry Potter." Dumbledore's voice echoed out.
Whispers soon filled the room as Harry stood up. While he knew it was going to happen, it was still awkward like last time around. Walking into the room with the other three, he saw Fleur gave him a slight smile.
"Harry? Do they want us to come back out?" He heard Cedric ask.
Shaking his head, Harry was about to answer when the door swung open. There the tournament organizers, headmasters and few professors came barreling through. All were arguing before they locked onto Harry.
"Harry, did you put your name into the goblet." Dumbledore asked sternly.
Even if they mostly worked out how to act and say, Harry was impressed as he felt like a child being reprimanded by an adult. Doing his part he shook his head rapidly.
"What is going on?" Viktor asked as the adults began to whisper furiously to each other.
"It would appear we have a fourth champion for this triwizard tournament." Dumbledore answered much to the outrage of the others. "We will be having a thorough investigation run by the DMLE."
While the Headmaster of Durmstrang and Headmistress of Beauxbatons didn't look convicent they relented. It would do no good to argue in front of the champions and decide to bring up the matter later.
"Shall I handle the matter?" The Moody Imposter asked.
"No, no. I have another matter for you to handle." Dumbledore responded. "Let's go up to my office to discuss this."
"Gentlemen, can you wait a moment. I need to tell the champions about their first task." Bartemius Crouch Senior interrupted them.
When all eyes shifted over to him, Harry noticed 'Moody' body tense before relaxing instantly.
'He really hates his father.' Harry thought before looking towards the man speaking.
"-The task is November 24, until then goodbye."
Following the man out most left the trophy room began to empty. When Harry began to leave, he felt a hand grab onto his shoulder.
"Harry, do you want to come over?" Fleur asked.
Coughing in his hands, Dumbledore tilted his head towards a fuming Headmistress Maxime.
"Harry why don't you return to your dorms tonight. I believe there is a celebration going on there." Dumbledore hinted at.
Thinking about it, Harry weighed the option of spending the night with a beautiful girl or bunch of partying drunk teens. Truthfully it wasn't that hard of a choice, but as Maxime looked ready to blow. He sent an apologetic glance to Fleur who nodded.
"Why don't you go protect Katie's honor, Lover boy."
"Yes, my Queen of Flower. This knight shall protect her." Harry bowed joking. "My bed shall suffice for a safe zone."
Rolling her eyes as Dumbledore snorted at his words. Both had the same thought running through their minds, 'That is probably the most dangerous spot to be.'
Of course, Harry couldn't hear their thoughts and gave Fleur a one arm hug and skipped out of the room. He was more interested in the dirty blonde hair girl waiting for him in the Gryffindor dorms. As for seeing some tipsy girls doing some wacky stuff, that was just a bonus.
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While Harry was off 'protecting' Katie from the fire whiskey. Inside Dumbledore office, he was currently facing Moody with a file in hand. Suddenly a bright blue spell appeared from the fireplace as a group of Aurors came rushing out. Behind them was Amelia Bones as they all surrounded the stunned Mad-Eye Moody.
"Are you sure this is an imposter, Dumbledore." Amelia asked.
"His hour should nearly be up. So the polyjuice should wear off soon." Dumbledore answered.
Nearly fifteen minutes later, the man began to rapidly shake as he rapidly changed. Much to everyone's shock, minus Dumbledore they recognized him. The dead son of Bartemius Crouch, who wasn't so much dead as he was breathing just fine by the looks of it.
"Dumbledore, I am beginning to hate you for the amount of work you've been giving me lately." Amelia mumbled. "So where is the real Moody."
"Currently under the care of Poppy. He should be up and ready to go by his first class in a couple days."
"I will have an Auror come by for his statement later on then." She sighs as she signals for the group to leave taking Bartemius Crouch junior with them.
'Ah, so this is the feeling Harry has when he tosses work off to me.' Dumbledore smiled relaxed as he knew it wouldn't last long. Not with Harry making up excuses when he gets caught with a girl or girls.
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