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Goblet of Fire (Part 2)

All three schools gathered in the halls eager to see who our 3 champions would be. I took a seat next to hermione staring at what was to unfold
"Now the moment you've all be waiting for! The champion selection," Dumbledore spoke. He dimmed the lights and everything got serious. The fire burnt higher and red, it shot out a slightly burnt piece of paper.

"The Durmstrang champion is... Victor Krum!" The loud burst with cheers for the guy filled the room. He made his way down and shook Dumbledore's hand then left the room. It was obvious he was chosen, he's popular, a celebrity and... buff.

Once again the fire burned brighter Turner a deep red, out flew another tattered paper, fancier one, Beaxbatons. "The champion of Beaxbatons... is Fleur DeLacour!" More cheers erupted, she too shook Dumbledore's hand. Then she left the room, probably to wherever Victor was.

The final paper emerged from the goblet, Hogwarts "The Hogwarts champion," he paused to read it. Every Hogwarts student excited to know who it was. The silence in the room was quiet yet so loud, everyone shifting in their seat with curiosity.
"Cedric Diggory!" My smile dropped. Though there were cheers all around me, my hearing blocked it out. All I could hear was a ringing in my ears. My breathing heavied, he doesn't deserve it, he doesn't.
Hermione shook me side to side and her voice crept into my ear.
"...Y/n. Y/n are you alright?" She asked.
"Oh, yes, fine," I lied watching Cedric walk away and stand alone, as he should be. He gave me a unreadable glare before turning his attention back to Dumbledore. He also left the same way Fleur did.

"That's it, we know have our three champions. But in the end only one will go down in history. Only one will hoist this chalice of champions, this vessel of victory... The Triwizard Cup!" Dumbledore exclaimed, pointed to the shiny blue and silver trophy.
The applaud began and then suddenly it turned into gasps of shock, the fire had once again turned from blue to red, shooting up its flames as though it were angry.

With the room silent and Dumbledore unsure of what is happening he walked towards the goblet. Out popped a singed paper falling right into his grasp. He whispered something.
"Harry Potter? Harry Potter?Harry Potter!?" Everyone was shocked at the name, though I doubt many were surprised, he is the boy who lived. I looked at Harry astounded. He was shook and Hermione was urging him to go up.

He walked toward Dumbledore, unsure of what was happening. I looked at Ron and he looked a bit... angry. Oh shit. Hesitantly Harry went up to Dumbledore and stopped.
"Harry did you pur your name in the Goblet of Fire?!" Dumbledore asked not so calmly (lol), rather harshly actually. His voice echoed in the room. Harry hesitated, "uh no...sir."

Harry was walking past the students all of them yelling "he's a cheat!" Ir "he's not even 17 yet!"
And that was the last thing I saw before some of the teachers scurried out of the room. The res of adults looked uneasy and the students had sour looks of shock and hatred.

Oh Harry, what will be done...