Your Spell On Me (Book 4) GxG

Mad Eye

A group of girls dressed in blue dance up the aisle and release butterflies into the air. A few at the front are dancing one in a thin outfit

"Blimey, that's one big woman," Seamus said as who I expected to be Madam Maxime walked in.

After they were done they bowed and everyone applauds. The boys were louder as expected but being into girls I was also excitedly clapping as was Hermione we also shared a look and smiled at one another.

"And now our friends from the north, please greet the proud sons of Durmstrang and the high master Igor Karkaroff," Dumbledore said after hushing the crowd.

A series of older boys walk up the aisle brandishing bo staffs, twirling them around and periodically stabbing them into the ground with a spark effect.

"Blimey, it's him, Viktor Krum!" Ron as he walked past.

The boys then put their staffs on the ground and run up to the front performing some acrobatics. At the front one of the boys breathe some fire that becomes a dragon then a bird before disappearing and we all cheered.

"Albus!" Igor said as he opens his arms to Dumbledore.

"Igor," Dumbledore said as they embrace.

"So tri-wizard tournament you two idiots going to put your names forward," I said to Ron and Harry as we ate our food.

"No, not something I am that interested in," Harry said.

"Well, it's not like you need it boy who lived," I said mocking him.

"In that case, we will be going to compete," Fred said.

"After all what's life without a bit of danger," George said.

"Ron how about you," I said.

"I guess I mean it can't be that bad can it," Ron said.

"Dumbledore seemed pretty serious when he said these contests are not for the faint-hearted, not to mention you stand-alone," I said.

"Jessica it's a school tournament how bad could it be," Fred said.

"Your attention, please! I would like to say a few words. Eternal glory, that is what awaits the student who wins the tri-wizard tournament. But to do this that student must survive three tasks. Three extremely dangerous tasks," Dumbledore said as we all fish our meal.

"Wicked," Fred and George say.

"For this reason, the ministry has seen fit to impose a new rule. To explain all this we have the head of the department of international magic cooperation Mister Bartimus Crouch," Dumbledore said as Crouch moved from behind the main table.

Thunder roars overhead, rain begins leaking through the roof and screams break out. A strange man stands in the doorway, he casts some magic upwards and seals the roof. Peace is restored I get a good look at him it's Mad eye.

"Bloody hell, it's Mad-Eye Moody," Ron said.

"Alastor Moody? The aura," Hermione said.

"Aura," Tomas said.

"Dark wizard catcher or was," I said.

"Bloody good one at that half the cells in Azkaban are full thanks to him. He's supposed to be mad as a hatter though these days," Ron said.

Mad eye enters the room and begins walking. He limps, breathing heavily as he goes and he then shares a hug with Dumbledore before he retreats to a corner and he takes a drink.

"What's that he's drinking do you suppose?" Seamus said

"I don't know but I don't think it's Pumpkin Juice," Harry said.

"After much deliberation, the ministry has concluded that for their own safety no student under the age of seventeen shall be allowed to put forth their name for the tri-wizard tournament. This decision is final," Barty said but some kids are unsettled, and people are booing.

"That's rubbish!" George said.

"You don't know what you're doing!" Fred said.

"Silence!" Dumbledore said he then casts magic over a box which melts revealing a goblet containing a blue flame.

"Wow," I said under my breath.

"The goblet of fire. Anyone wishing to submit themselves for the tournament merely write their name upon a piece of parchment and throw it in the flame before this hour on Thursday night. Do not do so lightly, if chosen there's no turning back. As of this moment, the tri-wizard tournament has begun," Dumbeldore said.

"Any bets on who will be the first idiot under age to try and enter," I said to Hermione who just smiled at my joke.

The next day we are in our defence against the dark arts and as it happens Mad eye is our teacher this should be interesting.

"Alastor Moody," Mad eye said as he writes his name on the board.

"Ex aura, ministry malcontent. And your new defence against the dark arts teacher. I'm here because Dumbledore asked me, end of story, goodbye, the end. Any questions? When it comes to the dark arts, I believe in a practical approach. But first, which of you can tell me how many unforgivable curses there are?" Mad eye said.

"Three sir," Hermione said weakly but still loud.

"And they are so named?" Mad eye said

"Because they are unforgivable. The use of any one of them will..." Hermione said as Mad eye fished for her.

"Will earn you a one-way ticket to Azkaban. Correct. Now the ministry says you're too young to see what these curses do. I say different! You need to know what you're up against! You need to be prepared. You need to find somewhere else to put your chewing gum beside the underside of your desk Mr. Finnigan!" Mad eye as he was writing something on the board, not looking at Seamus.

"Aw no way, the old codger can see out the back of his head," Seamus said after we all turn to him and Mad-Eye throws the chalk in anger.

"And hear across classrooms! So, which curse shall we see first? WEASLEY!" Mad eye making Ron flinch.

"Yes..." Ron said scared.

"Stand. Give us a curse" Mad eye said as Ron stood slowly.

"Well, my dad did tell me about one... The Imperius curse" Ron said.

"Oh, yeah, your father would know all about that. Gave the Ministry quite a bit of grief a few years ago. Perhaps this will show you why," Mad eye said.