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Excerpt from the cancelled speech of Barty Crouch Sr.
"The fire has been lit, yet it burns not in crimson or gold. It wears the melancholic violet of the Wisteria. Forget the Triwizard Tournament. Forget the glory of a single champion. The Goblet of Fire has been 'contaminated'. It seeks not the best. It demands a sacrifice.
Nine names. Nine fates. Nine roads leading to hell. Wisteria blooms upon the walls of Hogwarts, not for decoration, but to strangle. Every petal is an illusion, every vine a chain binding the mind. This is no longer a sporting event. This is an ancient summoning ritual, masked by the cheers of a fanatical crowd.
Tristan stands in the arena, surrounded by eight enemies-or perhaps, eight victims. Those from the frozen North, those carrying Veela blood, and those bearing the breath of mysterious forces from beyond the veil. The roar of the stands drowns out the scream of reason. They do not know that when the final Wisteria blossom opens, the real game begins. The vortex of calamity has opened. And this time, no referee can save you."