Present Mixed in the Past

Chapter 46| Back In the Tournament

Summer ended far too fast. Almost like they had a weekend away before Harry, Marvolo, and Severus stood by Dumbledore's side as the school waited for the two other wizarding schools. Despite having seen it before, the Council was still impressed and amazed by the sight of them appearing.

The tall Mistress gave Dumbledore a thin smile. It was clear that she was just a bit more openly hostile towards the greying fool. If only bitterly giving him some form of respect. The fool didn't seem to notice or care. The bearded headmaster from Durmstrang was also greeted along with an uncomfortable looking Victor Krum.

The three Lords frowned at how Dumbledore showed off their school. Quickly, Harry stepped forward.

"Greetings, Headmistress Maxime of Beauxbatons, Headmaster Karkaroff of Durmstrang. It is wonderful to meet others Magical Teachers." He offered the two of them a warm smile and a hand.

The French woman blinked in surprise while the Russian man narrowed his eyes. The woman gave a sweeter smile to the boy, taking his hand, to which he brought to his lips as any properly raised Pureblood was taught to do for woman.

"It is a wonder meeting you, Lord Potter I assume?" Headmistress Maxime tilted her head, looking to him with a smile.

"Yes, and these are my fellow Lords of Hogwarts." Said Lord motioned to the other two.

The two Lords politely followed the younger's lead, shaking hands with Karkaroff, who tensed when making eye contact with the new Lord Slytherin. Even someone as far off as him would've known who truly stood before him.

The leaders of Hogwarts soon lead their guests inside, having the Beauxbatons with the Ravenclaws and Durmstrang's with the Slytherin, like before. They had seemed happier there anyhow. The schools were given time to come together to think of a way to showcase their magical prows while being entertaining of course.

This time, Harry refused to allow Hogwarts be made a fool with sing. Its cute, but to impress and show off? Not so much. Instead, he called upon the twins to do a little performance~

The room was alight with colors and dancing magic, surprised laughter slipping from even the tense Victor Krum. It was wonderful.

"My! What classes teach that?" Madame looked to the three Heirs more than Dumbledore.

"Sadly, we don't have specific classes that teach that type of magic. The Weasley twins happen to be clever spell weavers. I believe Lord Prince and Lord Slytherin and I were going to discuss adding more class suggestions to the roster next year?" The green-eyed teen looked up to them, smiling even so like a Pureblood.

Marvolo chuckled and nodded, sitting up just a bit.

"Yes, I have read that were many classes, one of which that taught young wizards and witches on how to create their own spells."

The French headmaster's eyes widen, her leaning down ever so slightly to hear more of what the Slytherin Lord had to say.

The rest of the time happened similar to last, expect the twins weren't silly enough to try and put their names in. Many people asked about it, to which their response was something along the lines of:

"Why would we risk our lives?"

"For some Galleons like that?"

"We make good money as we do now."

This surprisingly got many laughs and thoughtful looks. Yet, everything was the same still. Mad-Eye Moody, the real one this time, still taught about the Unforgiveable Curses. When the names were called, despite no doing of the Dark Lord, Harry's name was summoned once more. Unlike before, where everyone glared at him and looked at him like he was attention seeking, they looked confused and worried.

"How... Strange..." The green-eyed Lord tilted his head with an innocently blank expression. "Sir Crouch, is the Goblet broken? Or a fake?"

The mustached man bristled, his eyes wide and his mouth naturally forming into a scowl.

"I only ask because I, Harry James Potter-Gryffindor, swear on my life that I had not asked or commanded anyone to put my name in. Nor have I done it myself."

Everyone held their breath, waiting to see the result. Of course, the old soul was careful with his wording. He knew this was bound to happen again, but he had done nothing. He really did want to enjoy the games from an outside perceptive.

"The young Lord is correct." Marvolo interjected quickly. "Only three names should have been drawn, and Lord Potter-Gryffindor has yet to become of age. Should you allow him to participate, you are emancipating him."

Crouch Senior paused before nodding slowly, his hands clasped tightly in front of him.

"The Goblet is real." He gritted, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath before continuing. "The Goblet is real, and the Lord must participate. He is now bound to the games."

Everyone watched as this young-faced Lord gave such a disappointed, grandfatherly look to his Senior. It was as if he had aged before their eyes in a strange way.

"What a silly thing." He muttered aloud. "We already have a Hogwarts' player... It is not fair to him." He shook his head before silently moving to where the others were.

As much as this would be an annoyance to do, again, a secret smirk grew on his face. He openly admitted he had nothing to do with his name being called, leaving Rita without her ability to use that against him. And Dumbledore just made it impossible to control him now~ Seemed things were going more in the Council's favor than the Chicken's.