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𝗙𝗼𝘂𝗿𝘁𝗵 𝗬𝗲𝗮𝗿 | 𝗚𝗼𝗯𝗹𝗲𝘁 𝗼𝗳 𝗳𝗶𝗿𝗲

𝗙𝗼𝘂𝗿𝘁𝗵 𝗬𝗲𝗮𝗿 | 𝗚𝗼𝗯𝗹𝗲𝘁 𝗼𝗳 𝗳𝗶𝗿𝗲

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Harry watched from afar as Azalea talked to Rowen, wondering how they were gonna chose who the champions were.

He couldn't help but stare at the pretty redhead, and smile. His chin resting against his palm, looking at her with dreamy eyes and a boyish grin.

Until he was snapped out of it by his bestfriends.

"Harry!" Hermione snapped her fingers in front of his face gaining his attention ─ he faced his bushy haired friend with an annoyed expression


"Quit looking at Azalea, you're going to freak her out!" Hermione scolded, Harry rolled his eyes at the girl, but stopped staring ─ though it didn't take long before he was back to looking at the girl, who rested her head on her brother's shoulder sleepily, her red-hair falling over her shoulders and her hazel eyes barley opened.

His gaze was then somewhere else, on a big goblet to be more precise. It looked like it was made of a rustic looking gold almost.

(I'm not really sure what it looked like so just bare with me)

Everyone else seemed to notice it too, gazing at the goblet that sat in the middle of the room. Dumbledore's voice echoed, bouncing off the walls of the great hall as he started to talk about the goblet, and how the tournament works. He talked about the three tasks, and how there would be three competitors ─ one from each school. Then went on about the age limits and what not ─ which Azalea didn't bother listening to.

"Completely rubbish if you ask me." Ron muttered as the three got to the common room. He was complaining about the age limit ─ which you had to be 17 years of age to join ─ and sat next to Harry ─ who sat himself  between his two friends.

"Yeah, yeah complete rubbish. Do you think Azalea would join if she was of age?" Harry asked, looking at the red-head reading with Rowen. Hermione rolled her eyes at the boy while Ron groaned. 

They were done with Harry at this point, and just let him ramble on about her ─ nodding their heads along with what he said so he knew they were listening.


The next day, students were gathered in the great hall sitting at their house table ─ with the Beuxbaton girls at the Ravenclaw table and the Dumstrang boys at the Slytherin table.

The same goblet sat in the middle of the hall, the lights dimmed making the goblet illuminat the hall with a soft blue glow.

"Who do you think the champion for Hogwarts will be?" Tiffany asked making Rowen swoon over her soft French accent.

"I'm hoping it'll be Angelina Johnson." Azalea said with a soft smile, waving at the girl sitting next to Fred, who waved back.

"I hope so, she'll make a great champion." Joshua spoke, then went back to his conversation with Aries and Neville.

The three girls nodded their heads in agreement, just as Dumbledore stood to speak.
"Sit down, please!" Dumbledore said loudly just as the golden trio sat down. "Now the moment you've all been waiting for, the champion selection!" He shouted, using his wand to put out the torches on the wall, before turning to the goblet. The blue flame grew larger as it turned red, shooting out the first champions name.

"The Dumstrang's champion is, Viktor Krum!" He bellowed as the Dumstrang section went up in cheers, congratulating him before he walked towards Dumbledore shaking his hand and heading to a room in the back, which was filled with trophies and other types of awards.

The quartet clapped, along with the rest of the hall, Dumstrang's being the loudest. For the second time, the blue flame grew large and turned red before shooting out another paper.

"The champions for Beuxbatons is, Fluer Delacour!" The hall once again went up in cheers, the Beuxbaton girls clapping as she made her way towards Dumbledore, some of them cried as they were not chosen for the tournament.

She gracefully made her way towards the back after shaking Dumbledore's hand. For the third time, the blue flame grew red and the third champions name flew out.

"The Hogwarts champion, Cedric Diggory!" The hall went up in cheers for the third time as Cedric stood up shaking others hand ─ some patting his back as he walked past them ─ a charming smile on his face as he shook there hands.

Harry smiled at him as he walked by, making Tiffany, Rowen and Azalea think he had a crush on him.

"I think Potter might have a crush on Cedric." Rowen giggled, nodding her head towards the bespectacled boy.

"Excellent! We now have our three champions!" He bellowed as the hall quieted down. "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!" He used his hand to pull the small sheet covering the goblet.

It was a glass like material, with silver handles, and the word Tri-wizard carved into it. The hall once again cheered and admired the glass like goblet.


After the names were picked Dumbledore sent the students off, and let them have the rest of the day off. The quartet ─ along with Tiffany ─ went to the court yard where Cedric and his friends sat under a tree messing around.

They wanted to congratulate the older Hufflepuff with getting his name pulled put of the goblet.

"Hello Cedric!" Azalea called, waving at the boy who waved back and dusted himself off ─ walking towards the group.

"Hello Azalea, Azalea's friends who I forgot the names off." He grinned at Rowen who looked offended. "Only kidding Adam's, what brings you guys here?" He inquired, looking at the five.

"We just came to congratulate you on being a Tri-Wizard champion." Aries replied. "Though we were kinda hoping for Angelina's name to be pulled out." Cedric looked a bit offended at the Gryffindors boys words.

"Ok, then. I'm gonna head back ─ I'll see you guys later." He said awkwardly before waving at them and jogging back to his friends under the tree.

"See what you did Aries." Rowen hissed smacking the boys head.



Word count- 1072

I forgot about this book :)

I'm going to try and update this book more

Love you all, but this is where I leave you guys,


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