Chapter 32: The Champions
"Sit down, please," Dumbledore started. "Now, the moment you've all been waiting for- the champion selection!"
I grinned then we all looked at the goblet.
Dumbledore got the piece of parchment.
"The Durmstrang champion is...Viktor Krum!"
Dumbledore announced then we all clapped.
Victor stood with a proud look plastered on his face as he walks to Dumbledore to shake his hand.
"The champion of Beauxbatons is...Fleur Delacour!"
We all clapped. Fleur grinned then shook Dumbledore's hand.
"The Hogwarts champion...Cedric Diggory!"
We all clap as Cedric make his way to Dumbledore.
Cedric glanced at me with a smile and a face that says, 'look, Y/N. I made it!'
'Congratulations!' I mouthed.
"Excellent! We have now our three champions, but only one will go down in history. Only one will hoist this chalice of champions! This vessel of victory! The Triwizard Cup!"
Snape stepped forward, staring at the goblet.
I turned then saw that the flame of the goblet is acting odd.
Dumbledore took a step towards the goblet.
The flame turned red then another piece of parchment flew out.
It can't be. There's another champion?
"Harry Potter?" I heard Dumbledore mumble.
Students began to whisper.
I gasped. "No. It can't be."
"Y/N, are you alright?" Draco asked.
"No, I'm not! Draco, people die in this tournament." I said.
"Harry Potter!" Dumbledore yelled.
I saw Hermione pushed Harry towards Dumbledore, and Ron giving Harry a glare.
Harry walked to Dumbledore then got the paper.
"He's a cheat!"
"He's not even seventeen yet!"
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"Y/N," Draco sighed. "Stop pacing around. You're making me dizzy."
"It can't be Harry. Harry would never." I said.
"Maybe Potter asked for an adult to put his name in the goblet?" Draco wondered.
"Maybe," I said. "But no! I know Harry too well. He would never do that. Even though he wants to join- he knows the rules." I said then stopped pacing.
Draco smiled then walked to me.
He wrapped his arms around my waist. "Stop worrying, Y/N. I hate to say this, but I know that Potter can do this."
I sighed then leaned on his chest. "You're right."
He kissed my forehead. "Time to go to bed, love." He said then let go.
I groaned. "I don't want to!"
"You have to," he smiled. "Nighty-night!"
I rolled my eyes playfully. "Goodnight, Blondie."
Now it's his turn to groan. "Don't call me that."
"Sweet dreams, Blondie. Nighty-night!" I said.
He rolled his eyes then smiled.
Adorable.