𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆...𝗥𝗼𝗻𝗪𝗲𝗮𝘀𝗹𝗲𝘆

𝑹𝒐𝒏 𝑾𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒚

As soon as he left the room, he had to deal with the Weasely twins, who kept bothering him and even dragged him to where he was sitting. He didn't care about the looks he was getting because he was stuck between the twins, but he did read his brother's mouth, asking if he was okay, to which he replied with a nod. Since he gave them warm cookies, they briefly gave him a new name.

"Now the moment you've all been waiting for is champion selection." Watching Dumbledore raise his hands and circle until his hands finally make contact with the cup and the flames intensify.

Dumbledore immediately read the burnt paper that emerged from the flame as it became pink as he was watching it happen.

"Viktor Krum is the Durmstrang Champion! " Dumbledore added, and Dior applauded, even though he had a feeling that this boy was going to make it.

The paper flew out as I saw the flames become pink once more.

"Fleur Delacour is the Beauxbatons champion!" Dior was happy for everyone who was pick.

"The Hogwarts Cedric Diggory!" Dumbledore continued, He needs his mother to hurry up and write a letter back. 

Dior needs to know how to save the boy.

Dumbledore looked Cedric Diggory's hand and grinned as he approached.

"Excellent! We currently have three champions, but only one will live on in history." As he moved up and down the lanes, Dumbledore remarked.

'Cerdic was undoubtedly going down in history if my mother didn't send me a letter,' Dior reasoned as he observed him.

"Only one person will raise this glass of victory, the chalice of champions." Everyone applauded, as Dumbledor declared while displaying the glowing cup.

The ancient cup began to misbehave, turning pinker than the others and launching a piece of paper into the air.

"Harry Potter, Harry Potter, Harry Potter!" Dumbledore exclaimed as he observed the glasses-wearing youngster next to him react in disbelief.

"Hurry, go!" Hermione said, And Dior, look at the poor boy; he's been there for a while. 

There's no way Harry put his name in the cup.

When Dior turned to face Draco, he noticed the boy's anxious countenance and was concerned for him because he was still just sixteen.

"Hey, he made it!" Dior saw the cheering twins.

"He's not even sixteen; are you bloody kidding me? " Hermione nodded as Dior spoke.

"He betrayed me! " Ron remarked, and Dior gave him a perplexed look.

"We promised to do it with each other when we're older! " When Ron punched the wall twice, Dior saw that his hands were beginning to bleed but still allowed him to continue.

"Ron, that is not important right now!" Ron gave Ginny a stern look as she said

As Ron stormed out of the room, furious, and Draco sat still, Dior discreetly approached Draco and patted him on the back.

"You said he's smart too; I assure you, he'll be fine." Draco nodded in response to Dior's soothing words.

"Wand smart, not fighting smart; he's too nice."  Dior scowled as Draco muttered back in his direction.

"You're worried about Harry, but I'm more concerned with Cedric! " Draco looked at Dior with confusion as he spoke.

"Why?" Dior looked around as Draco spoke.