My Slytherin- Draco Malfoy

Chapter 31 (Year 4)

Draco's POV

"Mother actually considered sending me to Beauxbatons, you know because she liked it better and wanted me to be more fluent in French, but my father didn't want me going too far," Dora told her friends, I rolled my eyes, as I got on the train looking for my friends.

"Hey," I greeted my friends as I entered their compartment.

"So she thinks Beauxbaton's would have suited her better?" Hermione said, angrily.

"I wish she would have gone, then we wouldn't have to put up with her."

"Beauxbaton's is another wizarding school?" Harry asked,

"Yes. It's not a horrible school, but it's not as great as Hogwarts." Hermione explained,

"I think I've heard of it. Where is it? What country?" I asked, looking out the window again, to see Dora laughing with her friends, before hugging Theodore Nott and walking into the train.

"Well, nobody knows, do they?" Hermione said,

"Er-why not?" Harry asked, looking puzzled.

"There's traditionally been a lot of rivalry between all the magic schools. Durmstrang and Beauxbatons like to conceal their whereabouts so nobody can steal their secrets," Hermione said.

I shut my eyes, resting my head on the window as they continued to talk about the different schools before drifting off to sleep.

We finally made it to Hogwarts after Harry had woken me up on the train, entering the great hall, where the first term of feast. I laughed as Ron, Harry, and Hermione slipped on the water, which was caused by the storm, and Peeves, who threw water balloons at us.

"Shut up, Draco!" Ron yelled, as I tiptoed across the water and carefully sat down on my seat.

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"So!" Dumbledore said, clapping his hands together excitedly after we finished the first year's sorting and the feast.

"Now that we are all fed and watered, I must once more ask for your attention, while I give out a few notices. Mr. Filch, the caretaker, has asked me to tell you that the list of objects forbidden inside the castle has this year been extended to include Screaming Yo-yos, Fanged Frisbees, and Ever-Bashing Boomerangs. The full list comprises some four hundred and thirty-seven items, I believe, and can be viewed in Mr. Filch's office, if anybody would like to check it."

"As ever, I would like to remind you all that the forest on the grounds is out-of-bounds to students, as is the village of Hogsmeade to all below the third year. It is also my painful duty to inform you that the Inter-House Quidditch Cup will not take place this year."

"What!" Harry yelled as everyone started shouting, mainly Fred and George.

"This is due to an event that will be starting in October, and continuing throughout the school year, taking up much of the teachers' time and energy - but I am sure you will all enjoy it immensely. I have great pleasure in announcing that this year at Hogwarts - "Then there was a loud roar of thunder, and the great hall door's opened.

A man stood there, leaning on a long cane, in black robes. The man started walking towards the teacher's table. His face looked like it had been carved, horribly. Every inch of his skin was scarred, his mouth looked a little crooked, and a large piece of his nose was missing. But one of his eyes was small, dark, and beady, while the other one was magical, big, and a vivid blue. It swirled around the hall before landing on Dumbledore.

He reached Dumbledore, shaking his hand, before sitting down at the teacher's spot.

"May I introduce our new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher? Professor Moody." Dumbledore said, but no one clapped, except him and Hagrid.

"Moody? Mad-Eye Moody? The one your dad went to help this morning?" Harry muttered to Ron.

"Must be," Ron answered.

"What happened to him?"

"What's wrong with his face?" Hermione and I said at the same time,

"Dunno," Ron muttered before the four of us turned back to Dumbledore.

"As I was saying, we are to have the honor of hosting a very exciting event over the coming months, an event that has not been held for over a century. It is my very great pleasure to inform you that the Triwizard Tournament will be taking place at Hogwarts this year."

"You're joking!" Fred yelled, causing everyone to laugh, and even Dumbledore chuckled.

"I am not joking, Mr. Weasley, though now that you mention it, I did hear an excellent one over the summer about a troll, a hag, and a leprechaun who all go into a bar. "Professor McGonagall cleared her throat loudly,

"Er - but maybe this is not the time... no... where was I? Ah yes, the Triwizard Tournament... well, some of you will not know what this tournament involves, so I hope those who do know will forgive me for giving a short explanation, and allow their attention to wander freely. The Triwizard Tournament was first established some seven hundred years ago as a friendly competition between the three largest European schools of wizardry: Hogwarts, Beauxbatons, and Durmstrang. A champion was selected to represent each school, and the three champions competed in three magical tasks. The schools took it in turns to host the tournament once every five years, and it was generally agreed to be a most excellent way of establishing ties between young witches and wizards of different nationalities - until, that is, the death toll mounted so high that the tournament was discontinued."

"Death toll?" Hermione whispered, but no one seemed to be as scared as she was. Everyone looked more excited than anything.

"There have been several attempts over the centuries to reinstate the tournament, none of which has been very successful. However, our own departments of International Magical Cooperation and Magical Games and Sports have decided the time is ripe for another attempt. We have worked hard over the summer to ensure that this time, no champion will find himself or herself in mortal danger. The heads of Beauxbatons and Durmstrang will be arriving with their short-listed contenders in October, and the selection of the three champions will take place at Halloween. An impartial judge will decide which students are most worthy to compete for the Triwizard Cup, the glory of their school, and a thousand Galleons personal prize money."

"I'm going for it!" Fred muttered eagerly.

"Eager though I know all of you will be to bring the Triwizard Cup to Hogwarts, the heads of the participating schools, along with the Ministry of Magic, have agreed to impose an age restriction on contenders this year. Only students who are of age - that is to say, seventeen years or older - will be allowed to put forward their names for consideration. This is a measure we feel is necessary, given that the tournament tasks will still be difficult and dangerous, whatever precautions we take, and it is highly unlikely that students below sixth and seventh year will be able to cope with them. I will personally be ensuring that no underage student hoodwinks our impartial judge into making them Hog-warts champion." Dumbledore glanced at Fred and George before continuing.

"I, therefore, beg you not to waste your time submitting yourself if you are under seventeen. The delegations from Beauxbatons and Durmstrang will be arriving in October and remaining with us for the greater part of this year. I know that you will all extend every courtesy to our foreign guests while they are with us, and will give your whole-hearted support to the Hogwarts champion when he or she is selected. And now, it is late, and I know how important it is to you all to be alert and rested as you enter your lessons tomorrow morning. Bedtime! Chop chop!"

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"Are you guys going to do it?" Ron asked after we changed into our clothes and climbed into bed.

"Nah." I yawned into my pillow, pulling the blanket over myself.

"I might go in for it. You know if Fred and George find out how to... the tournament... you never know, do you?" Ron said,

"S'pose not..." Harry answered for both of us.

A/N- Hello everyone, I finally feel better to write again. I had horrible flu, and thankfully it wasn't Covid-19 because I got tested.