Not as cold

chapter three

We sat in the dining hall. As professor Dumbledore stood at the front of the room. "Now that we're all settled and sorted, I'd like to make an announcement," he started, everyone quieting down. "This castle that is known to be your home this year..." He said, as filch came slowly running throught the middle of the room, looking like he was running in hot coal.

"... But the home to some very important guests as well. You see, Hogwarts has been chosen..." He said, filch just making it. "Yes what is it." He asked him. As filch started whispering something to him. After, filch ran back down the exact same way. Dumbledore continuing. "So Hogwarts has been chosen to host a legendary event: the Triwizard tournament. Now for those who do not know, the Triwizard tournament brings together three schools for series of magical contests."

"From each school a single student is selected to compete. Now let me be clear, if chosen, you stand alone. And trust me when I say, these contests are not for the faint hearted. But more of that latter." He said, dismissing the tournament tulle later. "But now, please join me in welcoming... The lovely ladies of the Beauxbatons Academy of Magic... And their headmistress Madame Maxime." He said, the doors opening as girls walked in, all wearing the same sailor blue outfit.

prancing around like their in some musical and a songs about to start. I heard some boys, even from different house tables, comment on their looks. Obviously not Draco. He's far to good for that. But their head mistress... Bloody hell was she tall... She and Hagrid seem like a match made in height. Everyone was clapping at their arrival.

"And now our friends from the north, please greet the proud sons of Durmstrang... And their high master Igor Kerkaroff." He said, now boys walking in with staffs. Hitting the ground gently in a pattern but hard enough for the sound to ring, as light sparks came from every drop. And then, some weird stuff with fire and gymnastics?... Must be hot headed. All of them.

Everyone then continued to eat. Full of excitement the table was. Even Draco was exited for once. "Hah! I'll win this blimey tournament now problem!" He said, crossing him arms and grinning. After a moment, Dumbledore called out attention again.

"Your attention please!" He started. "I'd like to say a few words. Eternal glory. That is what awaits the student who wins the Triwizard tournament. But to do this, the student must survive three tasks. Three extremely dangerous tasks."

"For this reason, the ministry has seen fit to impose a new rule. To explain all this, we have the head of the department of internal magical cooperation Mr. Bartemius Crouch." Just then, the magic sky roof started storming. Unusual. Just then, someone from the front cast a spell with their wand, causing it to stop.

Walking out, was... Alastor moody, or as others call him, mad eyed moody. "Ah, my dear old friend, thanks for coming." Dumbledore said, shaking his hand. "Stupid ceiling" moody grumbled in reply. Mr. Bartemius Crouch, then stood in front of the goblet of fire, "after due consideration... The ministry has concluded that, for their own safety... No student under the age of 17... May participate..."

He said, the great hall being filled with boos and angry shouts. "Silence!" Dumbledore shouted. Everyone immediately going quiet. Though, I heard Draco retort quietly. "Wait till my father hears about this one Albus... Just you wait." He threatened quietly. I had no interest whatsoever in the Triwizard tournament, so I just blocked it all out and continued eating. All I paid attention to was that moody was now our defense against the dark arts teacher.