SuperPotterLock- The Goblet of Fire

The Goblet of Fire

'I don't believe it!' John heard Ron say in a stunned voice as they filed back up the steps into the castle. 'Viktor Krum!'

'For heaven's sake, Ron he's only a Quidditch player,' said Hermione.

'Only a Quidditch player?' Ron said, looking as though he couldn't believe his ears. 'Hermione, he's one of the best Seekers in the world! I had no idea he was still at school!'

Ron wasn't the only one that was startstruck. As they crossed back through the Entrance Hall, they saw several people standing on their toes, or jumping up and down to get a glimpse of Krum. A group of sixth-year girls were frantically searching their pockets as they walked - 'Oh, I don't believe it, I haven't got a single quill on me... D'you think he'd sign my hat in lipstick?'

'Really,' Hermione said loftily as they passed the girls, now squabbling over lipstick.

'I'm getting an autograph, if I can,' said Ron, 'you haven't got a quill, have you, Harry?'

'Nope, they're upstairs in my bag,' said Harry.

'Has anyone got one? Sherlock?'

'When was the last time you saw me with a quill?'

'You don't have any quills at all?' said Hermione. 'But how do you take notes?'

'I don't.'

'But what if you needed them?'

'I wouldn't.'

'But say if you did.'

Sherlock rolled his eyes. 'Then I would do what everyone else does and read Castiel's.'

Hermione looked scandalised, but couldn't say anything more, as they were separated back into their houses upon entry to the Great Hall.

The Hogwarts students all sat down at their House tables. The Beauxbatons students had already chosen seats at the Ravenclaw table, and they were all looking around the Hall with glum expressions. Three of them were still clutching scarves and shawls around their heads.

'It's not that cold,' Hermione said irritably. 'Why didn't they bring cloaks?'

Viktor Krum and the other Durmstrang students had dithered at the entrance, but eventually settled at the Slytherin table, much to Ron's disappointment. They already looked more relaxed than the Beauxbatons students, taking off their furs to reveal deep red robes, and examining all the golden tableware, impressed.

Up at the staff table, Filch was adding more chairs, wearing his mouldy old tailcoat in honour of the occasion.

'But there are only two extra people,' said Harry. 'Why's Filch putting out four chairs? Who else is coming?'

'What?' said John, who had been watching Sherlock sitting uncomfortably next to the Beauxbatons girls. He looked up at the staff table just as the teachers entered to take their seats. Last inside were Professor Dumbledore, Professor Karkaroff and Madame Maxime. When their Headmistress appeared, the pupils from Beauxbatons leapt to their feet, the girl sitting next to Sherlock accidentally knocking him in the head as she did so. John bit back his amusement at the disgusted look Sherlock gave her, then turned his attention back to the staff table once everyone except Professor Dumbledore had sat down. John squinted at the empty chairs. He could see two shadowy figures sitting in them, but couldn't quite work out who they were, though they seemed familiar.

A silence then fell over the Great Hall and Dumbledore began to speak.

'Good evening, ladies and gentlemen, ghosts, and - most particularly - guests,' he said, beaming around at the foreign students. 'I have great pleasure in welcoming you all to Hogwarts. I hope and trust that your stay here will be both comfortable and enjoyable.'