"Ladies and Gentle wizards! We welcome you for the first time since the last time of the Triwizard Revival during that...."
Inside the tent, I am standing with all the champions preparing themselves before the start of the tournament.
I, for one, am not nervous. I have gone through my plan over and over again. Even doing a simulation run training in the chamber of transfiguring the floor into domes in a quick session.
At long last, I managed to do so under 0.001 second. I am glad with my progress, but still, I then train with my wand to conjure a whip from the tip of my wand.
I have been trying to make it to bind an object securely so that I can have an easier maneuver when I try this task. My training was paid off for the past few weeks until this day.
Without worry, I stand straight, folding my arms around me, and lean on the small tower, which Filch mann the canon from and close my eyes.
Replaying what I need to be doing, I suddenly awaken from my mental practice. Opening my eyes, I found Hermione staring at me.
"Yes?" I ask as she plays with her fingers. "I, I, Uh, I am sorry, Harry."
Hearing that, I smile. At least, I have some real friends. Hermione is being here and asks for forgiveness. Even if it is too late, I am satisfied. "No worries. But, I think I need some space. I can't just forgive you and be friends again. But, let remain for acquaintance now, okay?"
Patting her shoulder, I smile and then bid her farewell. "See yah. Be careful and have a nice day."
"Uh, yeah." Daze, Hermione stares at Harry, then looks down, feeling sad. "I am sorry again, Harry. Good luck." With that, she walks out heading to the stadium.
I just clenched my expression, seeing her like that. I know that she's feeling down and probably sad and crying. But I can't ignore the feeling of betrayal. I hate those who betray their friends not wanting to associate with the backlash their friends receive.
A whole week or two, and now that tournament starts, they can't just ask for forgiveness, and I will be willing to welcome them into my life.
No, what I can do is accept their apologies and make boundaries. I don't want to be associated with them again. Besides, I am to leave this world soon.
Walking to my fellow competitors, I decided to initiate a talk. "Hi, how is your project on your defensive magic?" I ask Krum.
I have been exchanging notes with him. The Durmstrang school is really good at doing combat magic and dark magic as well. They also knew a lot of some healing and counter dark spells due to their involvement in nasty spells.
"Hi, Harry. It's in progress. I am 89% completion. I need a few more weeks, and I will be done with." Krum nods in greeting and answers.
"That is good." Smiling, I conjured stump and seat myself facing them. "What about you, Fleur? Cedric?"
"My NEWT project is also going good." Cedric smiled as he replied. "I been making progress with some project especially my Potion Project. It is a requirement for being an Aurora."
"I have alzo making zome progrezz in my projectz az well. I plan, zo come zu be an accountant in Gringott."
"A wise decision. Knowing your way around coins can really safe your life as well, economically.'" They started a small talk among themselves while waiting for the judges and the game organizers to start the tournament.
"Excuse! Can I have a picture for this Memorial Day? I plan to make an article. What do you think of 'Quardwizard Tournament for The First Time in Ages' as the title?" Rita asks while placing the champions around for her picture.
I frown by her act but restrain myself watching her do her thing. "Good, now, smile."
Standing beside Cedric, she turns to her camera boy, who clicks the pictures. "Excuse me, but I need to go to the toilet before the game starts."
Excusing myself quickly, I tear myself from the trio and walk away, heading to the makeshift restroom. Washing my face, I curse the woman for interrupting my knowledge exchange.
I wanted to prepare myself, I plan to take the NEWTs and OWLs after this tournament. I have been working on them. I started visiting the library more often, learning everything from the notes and materials needed for NEWTs and OWLs left behind some students.
Walking out, I headed to the Chapion Tent and found that the organizers are gathering the champions.
"Harry. Come, join me and Cedric." Professor Dumbledore, take me in the arm roughly, which I frown at but ignore at does not harm or curse me pain.
"Gather around Champions. Come, come. Let's start." A man with slick back hair and mustache nearly imitating that of the head of Nazi Füherer, Hitler calls us.
I stare at him for a moment, then ignore it and listen to what he has to say. "We will start in the order of the Goblet Of Fire order. Yes, we start with you."
With the bag in his hand, he turns to Victor Krum. "Put your hand in the bag and grab what you feel and take it out for us to see."
Victor stares at his principal, and seeing the encouraging nod, he dips his hand inside the dark interior pouch.
With a twitch of his nose, he rises his hand and sees a Chinese Fireall dragon. "Ahh, a Chinese Fireball dragon. Nimble and fast."
Turning to Fleur, he presented his pouch. "Your turn, girl."
"Ou." Dipping her hand, she found a Common Welsh Green dragon. "Welsh dragon, nasty dragon." Smiling, Crouch Snr will be mistaken as sending the student to death.
Turning Cedric, who put his hand inside the silk bag and get a Short-Snout. Now, I am nervous. While I am preparing myself, I still am Harry Potter, not Leman Russ or Vulkan. 'Let's do this!'
Putting my hand inside the silky bag, I acquired the Horntail. Which also a number four, the last to do the tasks.
"Now, let start with Cedric Diggory as the first contestant to begin." Leading their champions away.
Boom!
Harry walks back to the resting area and seated himself. 'I am the Primach! A Primach, the True Alpha Primach!'
Whooooo!
Hearing the Cheering, I pace around warming up my muscles and wrist, preparing for the inevitable.
"That is a beautiful display of a sleeping charm! Give it up to Fleur Delcaur."
Another round of cheering. "Look who it's here, Victor Krum!"
After another demonstration and some jeer and boos, I raise my head and see Crouch walk in. "Come, it your turn."
I'm checking my basilik trench coat one more time, I then follow behind Sr. Crouch. "Now, let welcome our youngest contestants! Harry Potter!"
Woooohjj!
Many cheers from Griffyndor as the hypes kicks in.
Boom!
With the sound of the canon, I immediately run forward using my low speed enough to evade the dragon breathe, which seems waiting for any possible threat to her clutches.
Waving my wand, I transfigured the ground into small domes as they immediately engulfed all the eggs of the Dragon.
During my run, I committed in my brain the position of the eggs and immediately deployed the transfiguration spell to protect the eggs.
Roarr!
With anger seeing her clutches vanish from her sight, she spew a mouthful of flames. Conjuring water, I sent it out to meet with the flames, which then cause a mist.
Before the mist covers the arena, I whiped my wand and tight the golden egg around my whip and yank it to me, then slowly escape while the dragon is blinded.
Dispelling the mist and the transfiguring dome, I vanish behind the escape door. The dragon stopped as she then saw her clutches and lower herself guarding them.