SuperPotterLock- The Goblet of Fire

Mad-Eye Moody

When John awoke the next morning, his headache was nothing more than a lingering irritation. He cracked his eyes open and was confronted by the wide, ugly face of Trevor the toad. He groaned and sat up. 'Neville, I found Trevor,' he said groggily.

'Oh. Just leave him, he'll find somewhere comfortable,' Neville said back, equally as groggy.

The storm had blown itself out overnight, but the sky was still gloomy. They all examined their new timetables at breakfast.

'Today's not bad... outside all morning,' said Ron, running his finger down the Monday column of his timetable. 'Herbology with the Hufflepuffs and Care of Magical Creatures... Damn, still with the Slytherins...'

'Double Divination this afternoon,' Harry groaned.

'What have you got?' John asked Sherlock.

'Transfiguration and Potions this morning,' Sherlock said. 'Then Magical Creatures this afternoon.'

'Wait, since when do you do Care of Magical Creatures?'

'Since I dropped Divination,' Sherlock shrugged.

'You're eating again, I notice,' said Ron, watching Hermione add liberal amounts of jam to his buttered toast.

'I've decided there are better ways of making a stand about elf rights,' Hermione said haughtily.

'Yeah, and you were hungry,' said Ron, grinning.

There was a sudden rustling noise above them, and a hundred owls came soaring through the open windows, carrying the morning mail. The owls circled the table, looking for the people whom their letters and parcels were addressed. A large tawny owl soared down to Neville, who always forgot to pack something. Then, much to John's surprise, a letter dropped in front of him.

'It's from Dumbledore,' he said, opening it.

John,

I would very much like to hear about your summer, and we still have much to discuss. I would be grateful if you and Sherlock could come by my office after dinner today. The password is 'Chocolate Drops'.

Professor Dumbledore

'What does he want to see you for?' asked Ron.

Sherlock shrugged. 'Most likely he wants to ask how John's powers are progressing.'

'Best be off,' said John, rising and tucking the letter into his pocket. He was preoccupied all the way down to the greenhouses until he saw a familiar face. 'Molly!' he said, greeting her with a hug. 'How was your summer?'

'Oh, hello, John,' she smiled. 'It wasn't too bad. Yours?'

'Oh, you know. Spent most of it with Sherlock and you know what he's like. Never any peace, eh?'

'Yes, he's certainly something...'

But then the lessons started and Professor Sprout showed them the ugliest plants they'd ever seen. They looked less like plants and more like giant, thick black slugs, protruding vertically out of the soil. Each was squirming slightly, and had a number of large, shiny swellings that appeared to be full of liquid.

'Oh, those are lovely,' John said, eyeing up the one in front of him.

'Aren't they just,' said Molly, pulling on her dragon-hide gloves.

'Don't know if we need those yet.'

'I'm not likely to be touching them with my bare hands, no matter what they are,' she pointed out.