The Slytherin Princess [Book 1] ☑️

Chapter 31: Triwizard Champions

  Your POV
We sat in the Great Hall the next day, the lights dim and the Goblet of Fire in the middle of the room. Professor Dumbledore put an age line around it so the younger students couldn't enter in the tournament.

I was there so I could watch who was entering. Viktor Krum, Fleur Delacour, and Cedric Diggory entered.

Everyone was making a fuss of something. I looked around to see what was going on.

"This aging potion should work." George (or Fred can't tell which) said.

"Yeah... 'should'." I said.

They jumped.

"Why are you guys trying to get into the tournament when you're not supposed to?" I asked, my hands on my hips.

"Everyone should join! They did it the last time!" Fred and George said in unison.

"It won't work! Don't complain to me when it didn't work." I informed.

With that they took the potion and they stepped past the age line.

"See! It worked. I believe you owe us an apology." Fred commanded.

5...4...3...2...1...

Both were thrown on the other side and they had white hair and beards.

"Told ya." I whispered.

They were mad they started wrestling and I was in the middle of it. Like literally.

They grappled at each other and I lost my balance. I tumbled over the ageline and I wasn't thrown. I stood up and quickly stepped back.

People gasped and were looking shocked. I wasn't even close to 17, I am 14. I know not a huge difference, but I wasn't over that age and I still didn't get thrown.

"YN, how did you do that?" Someone asked.

"I don't know." I replied, dumbfounded.

Suddenly, I felt a sharp pain in my right wrist. I looked to see what was causing it, and I found a tattoo of a flame. At this point I was completely confused.

Little did I know what would happen the next night.
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  Next Night At Dinner
Professor Dumbledore is going to announce the Champions for the Triwizard Tournament, at any moment.

"I wonder who is going to be the competitors." I whispered to Draco.

"Same." Draco replied.

The fire of the goblet crackled and a whoosh was heard. Out came a fragment of paper that Dumbledore read, "Viktor Krum".

The same process continued for the next two. They read, "Fleur Delacour" and "Cedric Diggory". As soon as we thought it was over, another whoosh was heard, signaling that another person has been chosen.

"Harry Potter." Professor Dumbledore repeated twice more and shouting at the last.

Harry hesitantly walked to him and Dumbledore was asking him if he put his name in the Goblet of Fire.

"No sir." Harry replied.

"Show off." Draco commented.

I nudged him. "Something's up." I stated.

I looked at Igor Karkaroff and he looked extremely guilty. I knew he was up to something from the moment he walked in. But alas, I have no proof. Or do I?

"YN." Professor Dumbledore said.

I walked to him. "Yes sir." I replied.

"Did he put his name in when you were on watch?" He asked.

"No sir... Someone else may have put his name in. Someone old enough to cross the ageline. And I don't believe that Harry ordered them to do it." I answered.

He nodded and he gestured me to sit back down. I did as he said.

What is happening? Is this something that involves the Dark Lord?