5. The Discrepancy

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It was now a Thursday night and also the moment when people were picked for the Triwizard Tournament. 

Everyone gathered at the Great Hall, wondering and whispering who might be chosen for this year's perilous tasks. I was certain that I definitely can't, nor could my friends, so I was given a certain relief that neither of us would face such dangers.

"Sit down now, please!" Professor Dumbledore commanded, and everyone quickly followed.

"And now the moment you've all been waiting for, here are our champions!"

Dumbledore approaches the goblet of fire and its blue flame changes its colour to red. A name had come out. Everyone looked at each other, anticipation rising.

"The champion from Durmstrang is," Dumbledore reads the parchment. "Viktor Krum!"

Everyone, especially the men of Durmstrang, excitedly screamed his name, cheered for him. I could see that Viktor took a glance at me, as if I didn't notice. It didn't take long until the fire glowed red again and another name was chosen.

"The Beauxbaton champion is," anticipation killed everyone yet again. My eyes were darting around, even if that wasn't my school. "Fleur Delacour!"

The Beauxbaton girls cheered for their champion as Fleur walked up. The flame turned quickly red and shot another name out of its cup. 

"Last but not least, the Hogwarts Champion," Dumbledore carefully reads. 

"Cedric Diggory!"

The same attractive boy that I met at the hallway had stepped forward. Almost all of the girls swooned over him, even Hermione by the looks of it. Even me! 

I couldn't help but gawk at Cedric as he walks towards the goblet. He was truly astonishing, I bet a lucky girl already caught his heart. 

Cedric looks around as people cheered for him, walking up to the podium. I was giving him a hefty clap and shout; I swear that he looked at me for a second. 

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