𝙨𝙪𝙣𝙛𝙡𝙤𝙬𝙚𝙧 🌻 | 𝙃𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙮 𝙋𝙤𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙪𝙣𝙞𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙚 - 𝙛𝙖𝙣𝙛𝙞𝙘

-𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐖𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐫 𝐓𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐈𝐭 𝐀𝐥𝐥-

STUDENTS burst through the door of the great hall, advancing towards 'their' seats at the four house tables. Even though they were covered head-to-toe in rain from the dense storm, the hall echoed loudly as the school kids spoke noisily about all the impressive events that took place during their holidays. Floating candles engulfed the vast room in light, as the storm brew greater outside. After a couple of spells being thrown, the pupils become dry once again. The chairs of which the teachers sat had multiplied with three new seats added. Three of the seats were empty while the man with a toothbrush moustache and bowler hat took post standing next to Professor McGonagall who was in a stern conversation. 

"I'm guessing Dumbledore hasn't been able to find a new defence against the dark arts teacher." Hermione pointed out; as her, Harry, Ron and Moon took place at Gryffindor table. Seamus, Neville and Dean soon joined. 

"Let's hope it hasn't come to Snape teaching us," Ron grunted resting his head on his fist, Neville's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets when he heard Ron. 

"Have you seen Luna and Astreria?" Mackenzie asked looking around for them. After spotting them she quickly left and took a seat at the Ravenclaw table. The grinning headmaster soon stepped towards the front of the stage where the teachers took place. 

"Now we're all settled in and sorted, I'd like to make an announcement." The hall fell into hush silence, everyone turned their attention to Dumbledore. "This castle will not only be your home this year but home to some very special guests as well. You see Hogwarts has been chosen..." Dumbledore halted his talking as Flich struggled his way up to the headmaster out of breath and whispered into his ears. Then soon left in the same fashion he arrived. "So Hogwarts has been chosen to host a legendary event. The Tri-Wizard tournament. Now for those of you who do not know, the tri-wizard tournament brings together three schools for a series of magical contests. From each school, a single contestant is selected to compete. Now let me be clear, if chosen you stand alone. And trust me when I say these contests are not for the faint-hearted, but more of that later. For now please join me in welcoming the lovely ladies of the Beauxbatons Academy of magic and their headmistress Madame Maxime." 

A wide smile fell on Moon's face as she heard her old school name being called, the great old doors of the hall creaked open revealing a party of girls dressed in baby blue uniforms dresses with blue hats. The frolic down the aisle releasing butterflies into the air, catching everyone's attention. Mackenzie caught Fleur's attention and they winked at each other. Gabrielle jumped behind showing off her older sister showing off her skills. A large tall lady strutted towards the stage, she wore a broad pink and black dress, with fur around the collar. Dumbledore led her forward as the Beauxbaton girl bow through everyone's clapping and whistling. They strutted over to the Ravenclaw table; Gabby and Fleur approached Mackenzie, pulling her into a tight embrace.

"Mackenzie ca fait trop longtemps!" Fleur expressed as she pulled out of the hug. Gabby grinned and dragged Moon into a tighter embrace, nearly suffocating the Ravenclaw. 

"Oui, it's boring getting detentions without you." Moon voiced, taking a seat in between the two Delacour sisters. Luna and Astreria who sat across from them introduce themselves and began chatting even though they could hardly understand each other.  

"And now our friends from the north, please greet the proud sons of Durmstrang and the high master Igor Karkaroff." Loud stomping entered the hall, a sequence of boys dressed in warm fur jackets, paraded down the aisle bashing their staff, stabbing the air with them and performing exciting tricks. Sparks littered the ground; the other schools watched in awe as the famous quidditch player, Victor Krum strode his way in front of the headmaster Igor Karkaroff. 

"Blimey, it's him, Victor Krum!" Ron exclaimed astonishment covered his face. A Drumstrang boy crutched down on stage and breathed a series of blazing hot flames that constructed into a magnificent phoenix, that burst its way around the Great Hall then disappeared moments later. The Hogwarts and Drumstrang headmasters gripped each other's hand then embracing. While the Drumstrangs take their seats Dumbledore gesture for everyone to begin eating; food appeared on gold plate displayed on every table. The room erupted into chatter, students established a conversation with the different schools. 

"How's France?" Mackenzie inquired taking a bite of Yorkshire pudding.

"Well, I can't speak for the whole country, but I'm doing well. Having been expelled yet." Gabby joked stuffing as much food possible on her plate. "Though I did break a couple of priceless vases in dance class, why they put them in there I do not know." The young Beauxbaton signed in wonder. 

"Oui, if being clumsy was a currency, you'd be a millionaire." Fleur chuckled, "Oh we've run out of bouillabaisse" The seventeen-year-old looked around hoping to spot more.

"I think there's one on Gryffindor's table near Ron, come we'll ask for it." Mackenzie stood up and took Fleur over to her cousin and his friends. 

"Excuse me, are you wanting the bouillabaisse." Fleur inquired, peering at the three waiting for an answer. Ron went purple, he stared at her open monthed. 

"Ron?" Mackenzie looked at the redhead cuosily. 

"Yeah, we're-we're finished." Harry replied. Fleur picked up the plate and began walking back to Ravenclaw table. 

"She's a veela!" Ron explained, which made Moon stop walking and eas-dropping on their conversation. 

"No she's not." Hermione said tartly. "No one else is at gaulking at her." 

"She is half of us are, they're quite a big population in France." Moon butted in, taking a tart from Ron's plate. 

"Your a veela?" Ron asked as if it was unbelievable. 

"Yeah?" Moon didn't really know how to repil, she'd thought they would know about the high density of veelas in France. 

"No it's just I've never been attracted to you, your like a little sister to me." Ron mumbled. 

"Je thanks Ron." Moon stated unenthusiastically. 

"No- it's not that you not hot it's-" Ron tried to correct himself.

"Dude shut up that's my cousin." Harry wracked his best friend in the arm hard, Moon just rolled her eyes and walked off. 

"Your attention, please! I would like to say a few words. Eternal glory, that is what awaits the student who wins the tri-wizard tournament. But to do this that student must survive three tasks. Three extremely dangerous tasks." Dumbledore's voice boomed around the silent hall. "For this reason, the ministry has seen fit to impose a new rule. To explain all this we have the head of the department of international magic cooperation Mister Bartimus Crouch." However the old headmaster's speech was interrupted by a clap of thunder corrupted on the roof, it roared overhead and rain began to leak from the roof. Screams filled the hall breaking the once hush silence that filled the hall. A strange-looking man stood at the door, pointing his wand at the sky, bring the boisterous thunder to a holt. Whispers fill the room as the name 'Mad-eye Moody' get pasted around. 

"My dear old friend, thanks for coming." The old friends greeted each other. Smiling then turning their attention back on the students. Mad-eye Moody took a large gulp from his flask, shaking his head in disgust at the taste of it. Barty Crouch steps up in front of the teachers' tables while a big piece of wood is carried out. "After much deliberation, the ministry has concluded that for their own safety no student under the age of seventeen shall be allowed to put forth their name for the tri-wizard tournament. This decision is final." The crowds' boos at the Ministry worker, calling it unfair. 

"That's rubbish! You don't know what you're doing!" The Gryffindor twins yelled in frustration. 

"Silence!" The man with a grey bread bellowed the piece of wood that stood behind him transformed into a giant goblet sprouting out blue flames. Everyone stared in admiration at the scorching flare. "The goblet of fire. Anyone wishing to submit themselves for the tournament merely write their name upon a piece of parchment and throw it in the flame before this hour on Thursday night. Do not do so lightly, if chosen there's no turning back. As from this moment the tri-wizard tournament has begun." 

A/N - Thank you my lovelies for commenting it brightens my day😇. I hope you like this chapter I made it a bit longer. I'm open to suggestion on which direction you want this book to go in. Sorry for grammar or spelling mistakes.