Harry Potter, Hogwarts, 13th of November
When McGonagall said she was gonna be a harsh taskmaster, she wasn't lying, for four and a half hours she had drilled Harry in rudimentary battle magic techniques focusing mainly on defense while mixing in misdirection schemes. Harry could now say, with a smile, he could create a stone wall from four different mediums, those being granite, oak wood, wet sand, and dirt. She also wasn't lying about the amount of magic one would need to filter through their core to achieve it, McGonagall had worked Harry to near exhaustion the first night, and caused him to pass out near the end of the second from the strain of the spells. It was a fine line that Harry was walking, his need to master a powerful branch of magic in a short amount of time and not over-tax his core while doing it. It was a challenge, but, then again Harry always thrived when challenged. McGonagall gave him a small, handwritten book with the names of all the common and uncommon elements that are used in transfiguration along with a few muggle elements for Harry to look over, Harry had no idea what Tungsten was or why he would need to know about a metal that was three times denser than iron, but McGonagall said she would give him practical demonstration the following weekend.
Harry was looking forward to it, exhausting or not, McGonagall had foregone any lectures about how and why something was happening and stuck strictly to practical application, which was loads better in Harry's opinion. But that didn't matter as he dragged his feet behind Colin Creevey who was chatting away about something while leading him higher and higher in the castle. He had appeared mid-lecture in Potions knocking on the door and telling Snape Harry was needed in another part of the castle for some interview and pictures, which Harry internally groaned at, and by the Poisonous look that Snape had given Colin, the boy was gonna have a very bad time next Potion class if Snape had anything to say about it, which he did.
It wasn't that Harry didn't like Colin, Honestly, he was a good kid, he just talked far too much in Harry's opinion, and loudly. Which did nothing to help Harry's already irritable mood, Ron and Hermione still weren't talking to him, even if the two kept sending him worried looks that almost seemed apologetic. Harry had to be paired up with a Slytherin during the lecture, thankfully it was the one Slytherin that wasn't afraid of him, Daphne Greengrass. How the girl was able to sit across from him and run a foot up the inside of his leg, while keeping a straight face, taking notes, and making sure no one else noticed Harry had no clue, but he was pretty sure she was a fan of riling him up for no reason other than to do it. That was oddest thing about whatever was happening between the two of them, she never seemed to want to talk about, always silencing him with a long snog till Harry forgot about the question he was going to ask.
Harry sighs in relief as Colin stops in front of a door, and turns to him with a large grin, "Here we are, Harry!" he says loudly, and Harry mumbles a thanks before reaching out for the handle and opening it, he vaguely catches a "Good Luck!" from the photograph taking boy as Harry walks in the room, shutting the door behind him.
The small room was already crowded, which almost had Harry turn around and leave right then and there, it seemed to be a gathering of the Champions and the Heads of each school. Krum was looking out a window in the back room as Kakaroff was standing next to him trying to talk to the brooding Quidditch star, Harry thinks that Delphini might have had a point about Durmstrang boys and brooding, but Krum was ignoring whatever Kakaroff was talking about.
Madame Maxime was sitting down on a large comfy-looking chair with scrolled arms next to Fleur the Fae who was standing next to Madame Maxime in her odd military garb, she had turned her head to look directly at Harry as soon as he walked through the door. Fleur's eyes flicker between blue and yellowish-orange as she smiles at Harry, showing off the fangs in her mouth and the Hunt pumps painfully through him. Harry wanted to put his Spear right throw the smug bitches face or pin her down by her throat and-
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