Neville Longbottom, the boy who lived year 4

Chapter 6

Before they knew it they were waiting to find out who's going to be in the cup.

"Sit down, please. Now the moment you've all been waiting for, the champion selection!" Dumbledore said.

Then he took out his hands and put them on top of the cup. Then a piece of paper appeared and he caught it.

"The Beauxbatons champion is, Fleur Delacour!"

Everyone started clapping and cheering while she shook hands with Dumbledore.

Then the next one came. "The Durmstrang champion is, Viktor Krum!"

Everyone started clapping again and he did the same thing Fleur did.

A few seconds later the third paper came.

"The Hogwarts champion is, Cedric Diggory!"

Everyone, especially his fellow Hufflpuff's clapped for him and just like Fleur and Viktor he shook hands and left.

"Excellent! We now have our three champions. But in the end, only one person will win. Only one person will host, the tri-wizard cup!"

Suddenly the cup went off again and another paper appeared and he caught it.

"Neville Longbottom." he muttered.

Then he looked up.

"Neville Longbottom?"

"No, no." Hagrid said shaking his head.

"NEVILLE LONGBOTTOM!"

"Come on Neville. Neville for goodness sake!" Hermione said and pushed her forward.

He slowly walked towards him. Ron stared at her in anger and Harry suspicious. He knew Neville would never do something like this and isn't strong enough either.

"He's a cheat!" someone said.

"Not even seventeen yet!" someone else said.

"He's almost a squib!" someone else said.

Dumbledore handed him the paper and he headed to where the other champions went. On his way there McGonagall put a hand on his shoulder.

When he got there the other three looked at him confused.

"Neville Longbottom! Neville Longbottom!" someone said.

Dumbledore came and pushed him backwards.

"Neville! Did you put your name in the goblet?"

"No sir!"

"Did you ask an older one to do it for you?"

"No sir!"

"You're absolutely sure?"

"Y-yes sir. And besides, I'm not even strong enough to do that!"

"But of course he is lying!" Madam Maxime said.

"The goblet of is a powerful object filled with very powerful magic. Magic way beyond a fourth year!" Moody said.

"You seem to have a lot of thought about this thing, Mad-eye." Igor said.

"It was once my job to think like Dark wizards do Karkaroff, perhaps you remember." Moody said.

"It doesn't help Alastor. It's up to you Barty." Dumbledore said.

"The rules are operant, Mr. Longbottom has no choice. He is, as of tonight, a tri-wizard champion."

After that they had them go to their common room and the teachers go to Dumbledore's office.

When they got to Dumbledore's office they were sitting there thinking.

"This can't go on Albus. First the Dark Mark, now this?" McGonagall said.

"What do you suggest Minerva?" he asked.

"Put an end to it! Don't let Longbottom compete!" she said.

"You heard Barty the rules are clear." he said.

"The devil will party. Since when do you accommodate them?" she said.

"Must I to agree with Barty, let him do it." Snape said.

"What? Do nothing, offer him up as bate? Longbottom is a boy, not a piece of meat!" she said.

"I agree, with Severus. To forget what happened all you have to do is, cast them away."

He took out his memory of Neville being selected while Minerva raised her hands in defeat.

Back in the boys dormitory,

"How'd you do it?" Ron asked. "Never mind. Why let your friend know."

"Let you know what?" Neville said.

"You're a bloody werewolf."

He walked over to him.

"I didn't ask for this to happen Ron. You're being stupid."

"Yeah that's right, Neville Longbottom's stupid friend."

"I didn't put my name in that cup. I don't want eternal glory. I just want to be, look, I don't know what happened here and I don't know why."

"Pit off." he said as he laid down.