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Surprise, surprise

The silence in the great hall remained absolute, some were trying to understand what the teenager had just said but most simply tried to make themselves as small as possible as to not attract the attention of the dangerous creatures in the hall, only the 6 Pendragon's sighed in relief Dumbledore may be a powerful wizard but even he couldn't go up against the Varia and remain unscathed.

Xanxus sneered, reveling in the fear he had inflicted on the idiots who planned to hide behind his sister in case something happened, cowards who didn't care that Althea was just a little girl.

Then his gaze rested for a moment on the Pendragons. If things were going to go as he thought then he would take their training into his own hands, they were friends of Althea and allies of the Vongola after all, with the bastard that would have left them at a miserable level and risked them getting killed.

Taking matters into his own hands he motioned to the directors and the ministry envoys to follow him into the side room, oh god they were so confused that they didn't realize they were behaving like sheep.

Pathetic.

Good thing Mammon was recording everything to provide evidence to share with nono, he had to remember to keep a copy for himself, especially if Dumbledore and the others continued to be like this.

To the displeasure of someone who was trying to kill her she had also inherited the so-called Potter luck, she was basically a shark in any game of chance but always tended to experience interesting situations, the only positive note was that at least they had allies on hand this year.

"May I know who the hell you are?" Karkaroff said in a disdainful tone. Totally unaware that behind him Madame Maxime and Crouch had turned pale, both of them knowing exactly who he was.

As Karkaroff followed closely he was immobilized by Xanxus' gaze, "Xanxus, leader of the Varia the independent assassin squad of the Vongola family, as well as Althea's older brother, her magical guardian and Lord Slytherin" he replied sneering.

With the exception of Cedric, Althea and the Varia the rest of the room was divided between fear and amazement, too bad Dumbledore wasn't having a heart attack.

After calming down and explaining what had just happened in the great hall to the remaining champions ("only you Thea, only you have all this bad luck, the first year a troll and the stone, second year a basilisk, third year dementors and now a lethal tournament" said Cedric rubbing his temples and shocking those present "at least you decided to enter voluntarily" was Althea's indigent response.), unfortunately a damn good job had been done, the parchment had been torn from one of Althea's class assignments which had disappeared from the professors' archives, having been written by her the goblet had been screwed over big time.

At this Xanxus wondered why he hadn't had Althea transferred to the italian school, it was smaller and less known but at least it had a program more in step with the times and they didn't disdain the use of flames, considering that the relationships with the mafia they were much better...

With the fact she wa considered a national heroine, even if they treated her like a fucking scapegoat, they couldn't get her transferred without a fucking international incident...and there were also the Pendragons.

Life was fabulous, ok...plan b.

Madame Maxime complained "so Hogwarts has two champions, totally unacceptable I'll have to..." "Hogwarts doesn't have two champions" she was rudely interrupted by Xanxus "Cedric Diggory is the champion of Hogwarts. According to article 223, subsection F, sub paragraph 322 of the tournament of champions regulations 'Any candidate who possess magic and knows how to use soulfire in the form of the flames of the courage to die of heaven is eligible as a representative of the mafia and both can be used in the tournament as well as the flames of courage to die of the earth you may have changed the name of the tournament and not invited the mafia, but the fact that Althea meets all the requirements means that she is our champion and the Varia are staying here." he finished with a satisfied smile, motioning for Althea to show a fragment of her flames, which covered her hand to the amazement of the Headmasters and the champions and the disgust of Dumbledore, things were getting complicated for the old bastard, recognizing her as a representative of the mafia she was practically out of his league.