SuperPotterLock- The Goblet of Fire

The Four Champions

The first thing John heard when he came around was a loud buzzing, filling the Hall, then Sherlock's voice whispering, 'It's all right, John.'

Dean was holding him up, and everyone else was too busy staring at Harry to notice that anything else was going on. He sat up slowly, feeling extremely nauseous, and his head felt as if it had been stuffed with cotton.

'What's going on?' he said, slurring slightly.

Then the room exploded with sound moments later, as Harry disappeared into the door behind the top table, along with most of the teachers. Several people ran between tables, including Castiel and Sam.

'Harry's name came out of the Goblet,' Sherlock whispered to John.

'How?'

'That's what we would like to know,' said Dean.

'Well, obviously it wasn't Harry,' said Sam. 'Seriously, did you see the look on his face?'

'No one's saying it was him,' said Dean.

'That's probably not quite true,' Hermione said, glancing around the room. 'I bet a fair few people are saying it was him.'

'Who cares what they think? We all know it wasn't him.'

Ron abruptly stood up and stomped out of the room.

'What's eating him?' said Dean.

Sam shrugged.

With no guidance from the teachers, Gabriel and the Head Girl began chivvying the Hogwarts students out of the Hall.

John got up unsteadily and made to follow, but Sherlock started dragging him up towards the staff table.

'Sherlock, what-?'

'We need to know what happened. You need to see the Goblet, so we have to go in there.'

'Wait, but-'

'But what?' Sherlock whirled around and John's words died in his throat. Sherlock was extremely agitated and unable to stand still. 'It- it's your head, it's – chaos, and I can feel it. So we're going to fix this.'

John didn't argue any further and allowed Sherlock to pull him into the chamber.

No one saw them at first and they entered just as Fleur said, 'Why should 'e complain? 'E 'as ze chance to compete! We 'ave all been 'oping to be chosen for weeks and weeks! Ze honour for our schools! A thousand Galleons prize money – zis is a chance many would die for!'

'Maybe someone's hoping Potter is going to die for it,' said Moody.

An extremely tense silence followed these words.

'Moody, old man,' Bagman said nervously. 'What a thing to say!'

At his words, John was reminded that he and Mr Crouch were both Ministry officials, and found himself reluctant to demonstrate. It seemed that Sherlock too had realised this, and the two of them remained in the shadowy entrance.

'We all know Professor Moody considers the morning wasted if he hasn't discovered six plots to murder him before lunchtime,' Karkaroff said loudly. 'Apparently, he is now teaching his students to fear assassination, too. An odd quality in a Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher, Dumbledore, but I'm sure you had your reasons.'

'Imagining things, am I?' growled Moody. 'Seeing things, eh? It was a skilled witch or wizard who put the boy's name in that Goblet...'

'Ah, what evidence is zere of zat?' said Madame Maxime, throwing up her huge hands.