Dumbledore draws his wand and gives a great sweeping motion. Instantly, the torches lining the hall gutter then die. The only light comes from the Blue-white Flames of the Goblet.
"Any second," Lee Jordan whispered, two seats away from Harry.
The flames inside the goblet turned suddenly red again. Sparks began to fly from it. The next moment, a tongue of flame shot into the air, and a charred piece of parchment fluttered out of it — the whole room gasped.
Dumbledore caught the piece of parchment and held it at arm's length so that he could read it by the light of the flames, which had turned back to blue-white.
Lily begins to mutter to herself.
"The champion for Durmstrang," he read, in a strong, clear voice, "will be Viktor Krum."
A storm of Applause accompanies Krum from the Slytherin table to the top of the hall and into the adjoining chamber.
"No surprise there!" Yelled out, Ron.
The clapping and chatting died down. Now everyone's attention was focused again on the goblet, which, seconds later, turned red once more. A second piece of parchment shot out of it, propelled by the flames.
"The champion for Beauxbatons," said Dumbledore, "is Fleur Delacour!"
"It's her, Ron!" Harry shouted as the girl who so resembled a veela got gracefully to her feet, shook back her sheet of silvery blonde hair, and swept up between the Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff tables.
"I'm telling you, they don't make them like that at Hogwarts." Ron whistles through his fingers a touch loudly
Hermione glowers at him.
"Someone's jealous" Drocas chuckles.
"Uh, I dunno. Primrose is—" Seamus stops what he was about to say when he sees that Harry is throwing death glares at him.
James scowls, "Don't you even dare talk about my little Bambi like that you tuff headed git"
Euphemia hits him on the head, "James! Watch your mouth."
"But mum...."
"And lastly, the Hogwarts champion." Dumbledore pauses dramatically, "Cedric Diggory!"
Lily and a few others felt like they could finally breathe again.
"Silly git..."
"He's meant to be quite smart actually.
And he's a Prefect."
Ron rolled his eyes, "Like that's a good thing..."
Dumbledore claps, "Excellent! We now have our three champions. I'm sure I can count upon all of you to give your full support to each and every—"
A collective Gasp cuts Dumbledore short: the Flames in the Goblet of Fire have, once more, turned Red.
Automatically, it seemed, Dumbledore reached out a long hand and seized the parchment. He held it out and stared at the name written upon it.
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