'Our Four Fantastic Champions - Including a VERY famous face' written by Rita Skeeta
The Triwizard Tournament was announced to our Hogwarts Students. Champions have been chosen and they will battle it out to win 10, 000 Galleons! Hefty price! I, Rita Skeeta, travelled to the Highlands of Scotland, to the Grand Castle to chat to our Champions...
Our final Champion - 12-year-old Harry Potter - bravely volunteered so that his dead parents could be proud of him. The young boy, with the ghost of his parents glistening in his eyes, was so humbled by the spotlight when we were chatting. He claims 'I didn't put my name in the Goblet of Fire', so humble! We can't wait to see how he progresses in the competition and he is just as excited.
"This woman is mental!" Angelina laughed slightly, whilst the other girls nodded in agreement."The ghost of his parents glistening in his eyes, Who says that?" Alicia shook her head, before pushing the paper away from her.
"Her. My mother got a lot of slack of her when they were both early in their careers," Sarah told them, turning the paper over, as the picture of Rita wiggling her fingers made Sarah want to gag.
"Vile cow," Patricia whispered angrily.
"She's not the only vile one around," River said, appearing beside Alicia. He slid something towards the middle of the table where they could all see it.
It was an oval badge, flickering neon green and red. The first message read 'Support Cedric Diggory - The Real Hogwarts Champion'. The next message read 'Potter Stinks'.
"Oh my!" Alicia muttered, eyeing the badge with annoyance. She glanced at River, who looked rather fed-up.
"My thoughts exactly," River sighed.
"How'd you get this, Riv?" Sarah asked, lifting the badge to eye level.
"Malfoy and his lot. They made a line blocking the entire corridor outside Ravenclaw Common room so that us Ravenclaws couldn't get to breakfast," River told them, adjusting himself so he was sitting properly.
"That's awful!" Patricia gasped.
"You didn't pay him, did you?" Alicia asked, looking concerned.
"No, I gave him fake money," River informed her.
"Wait, why do you have fake money?" Angelina asked, leaning forward so she could see him.
"Uh - Spike, he has some weird hobbies," River replied, which made the girls laugh a little.
Now seated in Charms class, Sarah was bored out of her mind. Charms could be considered one of her worse lessons this year as she never understood anything that happened. However, she did admire Professor Flitwick as he could teach exceptionally, she just wasn't talented with non-verbal charms. It took her ages, far longer than others, to be able to perform charms.They were to be revising the leg-locking curse and were to achieve doing it non-verbally. Sarah groaned when Professor Flitwick said that.
The desks were pushed to the back of the classroom and everyone got into pairs. Sarah paired up with Angelina, seeing as they were sat next to each other. Angelina got the hang of it quite quickly, seeing as Charms was an average subject for her. The twins got it right away, which made Professor Flitwick very giddy.
It was time to show the Class how they doing and Professor Flitwick chose Sarah and Angelina, much to Sarah's dismay.
"Professor McGonagall and Professor Bobes both told me how eager you are to show the class your abilities," Professor Flitwick said kindly, whilst Sarah reluctantly shuffled to the front of the class.
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