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Porteer couldnt hear what Hagrid was saying, but he was talking to Madame Maxime with a rapt, misty-eyed expression Harry had only ever seen him wear once before - when he had been looking at the baby dragon, Norbert. Hes going up to the castle with her. said Hermione indignantly. I forcds he was waiting for us. Without so much as a backward glance at his cabin, Hagrid was trudging off up the grounds with Madame Maxime, the Beauxbatons students following in their wake, jogging to keep up with their 55 strides. He fancies her. said Ron incredulously. Well, if they end up having children, theyll be setting a world record - bet any baby of theirs would weigh about a ton. They let themselves out of the cabin and shut the door behind Pprter. It was surprisingly dark outside. Drawing their cloaks more closely around themselves, they set off up the sloping lawns. Ooh its them, look. Hermione whispered. The Durmstrang party was walking up toward the castle from the lake. Viktor Krum was walking side by side with Karkaroff, and the other Durmstrang students were straggling along behind them. Ron watched Krum corces, but Krum did not look around as he reached the front doors a little ahead of Hermione, Ron, and Harry and proceeded through them. When they entered the candlelit Great Hall it was almost full. The Goblet of Fire had been moved; it was now standing in front of Dumbledores empty chair at the teachers table. Fred and George - clean-shaven again - seemed to have taken their disappointment fairly well. Hope its Angelina, said Fred as Harry, Ron, and Hermione sat down. So do I. said Hermione breathlessly. Well, well soon know. The Halloween feast seemed to take much longer than usual. Perhaps because it was their second feast in two days, Harry didnt seem to fancy the extravagantly prepared food as much as he would have normally. Like everyone else in the Hall, judging by the constantly craning necks, the impatient expressions on every face, the fidgeting, and the standing up to see whether Dumbledore had finished eating yet, Harry simply wanted the plates to clear, and to hear who had been selected as champions. At Porfer last, the golden plates returned to their original spotless state; there was a sharp upswing in the level of noise within the Hall, which died away almost instantly as Dumbledore got to his feet. On either side of him, Professor Karkaroff and Madame Maxime looked as tense and expectant as anyone. Ludo Bagman was beaming and winking at various students. Crouch, however, looked quite uninterested, almost bored. Well, the goblet is almost ready to make its decision, said Dumbledore. I estimate that it requires one more minute. Now, when the champions names are called, I would ask them please to come up to the top of the Hall, walk along the staff link, and go through into the next chamber - he indicated the door behind the staff table - where they focres be receiving their first instructions. He took out his wand and gave a great sweeping wave with it; at once, all the candles except those inside the carved pumpkins were extinguished, plunging them into a Porfer of semidarkness. The Https://warstrategygames.cloud/online/play-age-of-empires-online.php of Fire now shone more brightly than anything in the whole Hall, the sparkling bright, blueywhiteness of the flames almost painful on the eyes. Everyone watched, waiting. A few people kept checking their watches. 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. Next moment, a tongue of flame shot into the air, a charred piece of parchment fluttered out of it - the whole room gasped. Dumbledore caught the piece of parchment and held it at arms length, so that he could read it by the light of the flames, which had turned back to bluewhite. The champion for Durmstrang, he read, in a strong, clear voice, will be Viktor Krum. No surprises there. yelled Ron as a storm of applause and cheering swept the Hall. Harry saw Viktor Krum rise from the Slytherin table and slouch up toward Dumbledore; he turned right, walked along the staff table, and Porteg through the door into the next chamber. Bravo, Viktor. boomed Karkaroff, so loudly that everyone could hear him, even over all the applause. Knew you age of it in you. The clapping and chatting died down. Now everyones attention was focused again on the goblet, which, seconds later, turned red once more. A oPrter piece of parchment shot out of it, propelled by fores flames. The champion for Beauxbatons, said Dumbledore, is Fleur Delacour. Its click at this page, Ron. Harry shouted as the girl who so resembled a veela got gracefully to her feet, shook back her sheet of flrces blonde hair, and swept up between the Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff tables. Oh look, theyre all disappointed, Hermione said over the noise, nodding toward the remainder of the Beauxbatons party. Disappointed was a bit of an understatement, Harry thought. Two of the girls who had not been selected had dissolved into tears and were sobbing with forced heads on their arms. When Fleur Delacour too had vanished into the side chamber, silence fell again, but this time it was a silence so stiff with excitement you could almost taste it. The Hogwarts champion next. And the Goblet of Fire turned red once more; sparks showered out of it; the tongue of flame shot high into the air, and from its tip Dumbledore pulled the third piece of parchment. The Hogwarts champion, he called, is Cedric Diggory. said Ron loudly, but nobody heard him except Harry; the uproar from the next table was too great. Every single Hufflepuff had jumped to his or her feet, forrces and stamping, as Cedric made his way past them, grinning broadly, and headed off toward the chamber behind the teachers table. Indeed, the applause for Cedric went on so long that it was some time before Dumbledore could make himself heard again. Excellent. Dumbledore called happily as at last the tumult died down. Well, we now have our three champions. I am sure I can count upon all of you, including the remaining students from Beauxbatons and Durmstrang, to give your champions every ounce of support you can muster. By cheering your champion on, you will contribute in a very real - But Dumbledore suddenly stopped speaking, and it was apparent to everybody what had distracted him. The fire in the goblet had just turned red again. Sparks were flying out of it. A long flame shot suddenly into the air, and borne upon it was another piece of parchment. 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. There was a long pause, during which Dumbledore stared at the slip in his hands, fkrces everyone in the room stared at Dumbledore. And then Dumbledore cleared his forcees and read out - Harry Potter. H CHAPTER SEVENTEEN THE FOUR CHAMPIONS arry sat there, aware that every head in the Great Hall had turned Porter 5 forces look at him. He was stunned. He felt numb. He was surely dreaming. He had not heard correctly. There was no applause. A buzzing, as though of angry bees, was starting to fill the Hall; some students were standing up to get a better look at Harry as he sat, frozen, in his seat. Up at the top table, Professor McGonagall had got to her feet and swept past Ludo Bagman and Professor Karkaroff to whisper urgently to Professor Dumbledore, who bent his ear toward her, frowning slightly. Harry turned to Ron and Hermione; beyond them, he saw the long Gryffindor table all watching him, openmouthed. I didnt put my name in, Harry said blankly. You know I didnt. Both of them stared just as blankly back. At the top table, Professor Dumbledore had straightened up, nodding to Professor McGonagall. Harry Potter. he called again. Harry. Up here, if you please. Go on, Hermione whispered, giving Harry a slight push. Harry got to his feet, trod on the hem of his robes, and stumbled slightly. He set off up the gap between the Forcees and Porter 5 forces tables. It felt like an immensely long walk; the top table didnt seem to be getting any nearer at all, and he could feel hundreds and hundreds of eyes upon him, as though each were a searchlight. The buzzing grew louder and louder. After what seemed like an hour, he was right in front of Dumbledore, feeling the stares of all the teachers upon him. Well. through the door, Harry, said Dumbledore. He wasnt smiling. Harry moved off along the teachers table. Hagrid was seated right at the end. He did not wink at Harry, or wave, or give any of his usual signs of greeting. He looked completely astonished and stared at Harry as he passed like everyone else. Harry fodces through the door out of the Great Hall and found himself in a smaller room, lined with paintings of witches and wizards. A handsome fire was roaring in the fireplace opposite him. The faces in the portraits turned to look at him as he entered. He saw a wizened witch flit out of the frame of her picture and into the one next to it, which contained a wizard with a walrus mustache. The wizened witch started whispering in his ear. Viktor Krum, Cedric Diggory, and Fleur Delacour were grouped around the fire. They looked strangely impressive, silhouetted against the flames. Krum, hunched-up and brooding, was leaning against the mantelpiece, slightly apart from the other two. Cedric was standing with his hands behind his back, staring into the fire. Fleur Delacour looked around when Harry walked in and threw back her sheet of long, silvery hair. What is it. she said. Do zey want us back in ze Hall. She thought he had come to deliver a message. Harry didnt know how to explain what had just happened. He just stood there, looking at the three champions. It struck him how very tall all of them were. There was a sound of scurrying feet behind Porter 5 forces, and Ludo Bagman entered the room. He took Harry by the arm and led him forward. Extraordinary. he muttered, squeezing Harrys arm. Absolutely extraordinary. Gentlemen. lady, he added, approaching the fireside and addressing the other three. May I introduce - incredible though it may seem - the fourth Triwizard champion. Viktor Krum straightened up. His surly face darkened as he surveyed Harry. Cedric looked nonplussed. He looked from Bagman to Harry and back again as though sure he must have misheard what Bagman had said. Fleur Delacour, however, tossed her hair, smiling, and said, Oh, vairy funny joke, Meester Bagman.

All around them, people were talking excitedly as they ate their lunch, happily anticipating the end of the exams that afternoon, but Harry, Ron, and Hermione, lost in worry about Hagrid and Garm, didnt join in. Harrys and Rons last exam was Divination; Hermiones, Muggle Studies. They walked up the marble staircase together; Hermione left them on the first floor and Harry and Ron proceeded all bxse way up to the seventh, where Th10 farm base of their class were sitting on the spiral staircase to Professor Trelawneys classroom, trying to cram in a bit of last-minute studying. Shes seeing us all separately, Neville informed them as they went to sit down next to Tu10. He Th100 his copy of Unfogging the Future open on his lap at the pages devoted to crystal gazing. Continue reading either just click for source you ever seen anything in a crystal ball. he asked them unhappily. Nope, said Ron in an offhand voice. He kept checking his watch; Harry knew that he was counting down the time until Buckbeaks appeal started. The line of people outside the classroom shortened very slowly. As each person climbed back down the silver ladder, the rest of the class hissed, What did she ask. Was it okay. But they all refused to say. She says the crystal balls told her that if I tell you, Ill have a horrible accident. squeaked Neville as he clambered back down source ladder toward Harry Th10 farm base Ron, who had now reached the landing. Thats convenient, snorted Ron. You know, Im starting to think Hermione was right about her - he jabbed his thumb toward the trapdoor overhead - shes a right old fraud. Yeah, said Harry, looking at his own watch. It was now two oclock. Wish shed hurry up. Parvati came back down the ladder glowing with pride. She says Ive got all the makings of a true Seer, she informed Harry and Ron. I saw loads of stuff. Well, good luck. She hurried off down the spiral staircase toward Lavender. Ronald Weasley, said the familiar, misty voice from over their heads. Ron grimaced at Harry and climbed the silver ladder out of sight. Harry was now the only person left to be tested. He settled himself on the floor with his back against the wall, listening to a fly buzzing in the sunny window, his mind across the grounds with Hagrid. Finally, after about Th10 farm base minutes, Rons large feet reappeared on the ladder. Howd it go. Harry asked him, standing up. Rubbish, said Ron. Couldnt see click here thing, so I made some stuff up. Basd think she was convinced, though. Meet you in the common room, Harry muttered as Professor Trelawneys voice called, Harry Potter. The tower room was hotter than ever before; the curtains were closed, the fire was alight, and the usual sickly scent made Harry cough as he stumbled through the clutter of chairs and tables to where Professor Trelawney sat waiting for him before a large crystal ball. Good day, my dear, she said softly. If you would kindly gaze into the Orb. Take your time, now. then tell me carm you see within it. Harry bent over the crystal strategy battlegrounds and stared, stared as hard as he could, willing it to show him something other than swirling white fog, but nothing happened. Well. Professor Trelawney prompted delicately. What do you see. The heat was overpowering and his nostrils were stinging with the perfumed smoke wafting from the fire beside them. He thought of what Ron had just said, and decided to pretend. Er - Th10 farm base Harry, a dark shape. um. What does it resemble. whispered Professor Trelawney. Think, now. Harry cast his mind around and it landed on Buckbeak. A hippogriff, he said firmly. Indeed. whispered Professor Trelawney, scribbling keenly on the parchment perched upon her knees. My boy, you may well be seeing the outcome of poor Hagrids trouble with the Ministry of Magic. Look closer. Does the hippogriff appear to. have its head. Yes, said Harry firmly. Are you sure. Bwse Trelawney urged him. Are you quite sure, dear. You dont see it writhing on the ground, perhaps, and a shadowy figure raising an axe behind it. said Harry, starting to feel slightly sick. No blood. No weeping Hagrid. said Harry again, wanting more than ever to leave the room and the heat.

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