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It's finally Thursday Night, in the Goblet Room, as the students file in carefully, all anticipating the champions chosen.
"Sit down please. And now the moment you've all been waiting for, the champions selection!" Dumbledore approaches the blue flame and it glows red. A name comes out. Everyone looks on anxiously. "The Durmstrang champion is ... Viktor Krum!"
The Durmstrang crowd cheer. Another name comes out from the red fire.
"The champion from Beauxbatons... Fleur Delacour."
Apparently, the Beauxbatons crowd disliked that Fleur's name was chosen instead of them. They started crying, and some just started clapping somberly.
"Ooo, what a loss." Hermione hisses.
Another name comes out. "The Hogwarts champion... Cedric Diggory."
Hogwarts pupils cheer as Cedric takes the stage, and disappears in the other room.
"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!" Dumbledore smiles.
People cheer, but the goblet glows red once more and another name flies out. Dumbledore takes it and reads... "Harry Potter. Harry Potter?"
The entire room is completely silent.
"Harry Potter!"
"I didn't put my name in." Harry mutters, staring at his best friends and cousin's dumbfounded looks. "I didn't."
Hermione seemed to have snapped out of her state. "Go on Harry. Harry for goodness sake."
Harry slowly walks up. Dumbledore gives him the paper. Voices in the crowd shout out.
"He's a cheat! He's not even seventeen yet."
In the Owlery, Harry and Aubery wait as an owl flies in with a letter for them. Harry takes it and begins to read.
"Harry. I couldn't risk sending Hedwig. It was since the world cup and the Ministry's been intercepting more and more owls and she's too easily recognized. We need to talk Harry. Face to face. Meet me in the Gryffindor common room at one o clock this Saturday night and make sure you're alone. Aubery can come P.S."
The owl nips Harry's finger.
"AGH!" Harry groans.
"The bird bites."
The next few classes were awkward indeed, as the Gryffindor's didn't know whether to celebrate Harry or be angry at him.
