The Potions Master

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time skip some weeks.

"Sit down please- Now for the moment you've all been waiting for, the champion selection!" The staff walking down the Great Hall table aisles, I was mainly watching Severus, the same hair, same elegant outfit. I liked his outfit. I sat at my Slytherin table as per usual, with Blaise on one side, Cassidy on the other side of me, and Brian across. We all watched in, as Dumbledore slowly received a flying piece of paper, emerging out of the blue flaming goblet. Dumbledore catching it. "Durmstrang sed champion is Viktor Krum!" Dumbledore announced, everyone clapping loudly. All his best mates shoving and playfully getting at Viktor. He was a Gryffindor, nothing new to me, not really. Maybe Cassidy is right, we really need a kind-hearted kind of Slytherin to win something like this for once. I mean we used to always win the house cup, until, Harry came.. something about him, I mean I know about his fame, but jeez.

Viktor was high fiving and receiving applause from all around, normal champion things. A big handful of girls seemed to really like him. I found him.. okay-ish. Didn't know him, just knew he was a big brute from a northern European school.

He walked off to a back room where Dumbledore gestured him off to, I assumed the Champions would go in there. The fire rose up bursting into a pink colored flame and yet, another piece of paper flew out, a more fancy paper, shaped like a pencil shaving, I assume it's the announcement of the Beauxbatons magic school, they're French right? Dumbledore snatched the paper and read aloud. "The champion of Beauxbatons is.. Fleur Delacour!" The girl in the blue dress stood, smiling around at everyone and being applauded. She got up happily and shook Dumbledore's hand and followe after Viktor Krum, her colleagues cheering. I liked the idea of a tournament but I really disliked when people screamed or made unnecessary loud noises..

A small and puny kind of paper flew out, landing in Dumbledore's finger tips. He flipped it over and read; "The Hogwarts champion, Cedric Diggory!" Dumbledore's sounded quite excited, and eager to know our champion. Everyone from the tables screamed, I cringed, the only people I didn't see scream at the tables were my fellow Slytherin's, except Crabbe, but Crabbe was a bit of a supportive chap honestly. A tall boy stood, coming up from the- ugh, it was a Hufflepuff. Now I like hufflepuff's, nothing wrong with them. They're all just so nice, when will a Slytherin ever be elected for this tournament? I heard Cassidy scream boo, she really wanted to be him at the moment. Brian started cackling, a few others as well. Cedric shook Dumbledore's hand and walked away, everyone whistling excitedly.

"Excellent! We now have our three champions! But in the end, only one will go down in history, only one will hoist this Chalice Of Champions, this vessel of victory, the tri wizard cup!" A man with a mustache uncovered the cup showing it off, the bright blue halicr glowed, it was beyond pretty. Cassidy watching, jealously. She must really wanna be a champion. Dumbledore's pointed to the cup, everyone staring in awe and gasping.

But in the next moment, everyone slowly watched as the Goblet Of Fire began to blow wind out of it, Dumbledore looking rather concerned, and walking towards it. I noticed he'd brushed his beard today and tied it.

Dumbledore's mouth open as the goblet blew flames out of it, and out came two pieces of paper, Dumbledore only caught one, the other flew off, I noticed Severus catching it as it passed him. I furrowed my brow. What? Cassidy began to shake me excitedly.

Dumbledore took the paper and stared at it, hard with a look of worried aggression. Severus walking over to Dumbledore and held onto it curiously. The one Severus held was folded. "Harry Potter? Harry Potter?" Dumbledore spoke up and began to look around for the boy with glasses, searching confusedly. I could see Hagrid shaking his head, and mumbling the words no. "HARRY POTTER?!?" Dumbledore shouted, gazing everywhere, slowly Harry being forcefully pushed foward by Hermione, he unwillingly slowly walked over, a scared look on his face. Ron looked rather mad about it..