Stella's POV ✨

I sat in the great hall with George on my left, and Hermione on my right. The sorting had finally finished and I let out a sigh of relief. The sorting ceremony seemed to go on forever.

Dumbledore then stood up to do his welcoming speech before we could start our feast.

"Well now we are all settled in and sorted, I'd like to make an announcement." Dumbledore started before stopping for a second when the doors to the Great Hall swung open revealing Filch running up the middle of the hall in the weirdest way I'd ever seen. Although it was an interesting sight, Dumbledore continued his speech.

"This castle will not only be your home this year, but home to some very special guests as well. You see, Hogwarts has been chosen-" He was interrupted my Filch muttering something to him then running down the hall again and leaving.

"So, Hogwarts has been chosen to host a legendary event, the Triwizard Tournament."

"Wicked." The twins whispered in unison causing me to roll my eyes in response.

"Now for those of you who don't know, the Triwizard Tournament brings together three schools for a series of magical contests. For each school a single student is selected to compete. Let me be clear, if chosen you stand alone. And trust me when I say these contests are not for the faint hearted. But more of that later. For now, please join me in welcoming the lovely ladies of the Bauxbatons Academy of magic, and their headmaster Madame Maxime!"

All of a sudden a bunch of girls in silk blue dresses came trotting in. I looked towards Fred and George to see two completely different moods, George was staring at the flawless ladies gliding past, whereas Fred sat and played with his fingers under the table.

I then saw an extremely tall woman walk in. "Merlins beard, that woman's huge!" I whisper yelled to Hermione who covered her mouth trying not to laugh. We both giggled at the sight of Dumbledore standing next to Madame Maxime. There's something you don't see every day I guess.

"And now our friends from the North. Please greet the proud sons of Durmstrang and their headmaster Igor Karkaroff!"

I jumped as a mass amount of well built boys marched into the Hall. I glanced over to the Slytherin table to see Patrick's eyes locked on me.

I decided to ignore it and continue watching the interesting act. Several boys ran towards the front of the Hall and pulled off some really impressive acrobatics.

Then, to top it all off, one of the students managed to blow fire, well I'm not sure if he physically blew fire out his body, but it wouldn't surprise me if he did.

Two more people then marched through the doors, one wearing white and the other wearing a thick, brown, fluffy coat. They both had intimidating frowns on their faces as they walked down the centre of the hall.

"Blimey! It's him! Victor Krum!" Ron watched him walk past, in awe. I giggled remembering back at the World Cup when Fred and George sang about Victor Krum on Ron's behalf. Right before everything went wrong.

After all the Bauxbatons and Durmstrang students had sat down, the feast begun. Thank god for that.

Fred and George were ecstatic at the idea of entering the Tournament which scared me. I wouldn't want either of them to get hurt.

Dumbledore stood up for a second time and began talking about how eternal glory awaits the student who wins the tournament. He continued talking about how new rules have been put in place due to safety reasons and he welcomed Bartemious Crouch, the head of the department of International magical cooperation to tell us in more detail.

Suddenly, to everyone's shock, the enchanted ceiling changed from the calm starry sky, to thunder and lightning, causing people to scream at the sound of thunder erupting above them. That was until someone walked through the back door and shot a spell at the ceiling.

Everyone turned to see who cast the spell. It's mad-eye moody. The Auror. I remember seeing something about him in the daily prophet a while back. Half the cells in Askaban are filled because of him.

The man hobbled over to Dumbledore angrily muttering to himself before shaking hands with him and going back to standing at the side.

"After much consideration, the ministry has concluded that for their own safety, no student under the age of seventeen, should be allowed to put forth their name for the Triwizard tournament. This decision-" Bartemious Crouch explained before being cut off by a bunch of protesting yells from some students. Mainly Fred and George.

"SILENCE!" Dumbledore yelled above the racket, causing everyone to go silent. Dumbledore then revealed the goblet, which produced a gorgeous blue flame out the top.

"The Goblet of Fire. Anyone wishing to submit themselves to the tournament, will simply write their name on a piece of parchment, and throw it in the flame before this hour on Thursday night. And if chosen, there is no turning back. As from this moment, the Triwizard Tournament has begun."

"Right Georgie how are we going to enter? Ageing potion I presume is the best answer." George spoke to Fred, just loud enough for me and him to hear. I slapped him on the back of the head causing him to stare at me in shock.

"No matter what you do, it won't work. So I wouldn't bother trying to make an ageing potion and attempting to enter your names. It'll just backfire on you both." I scolded the two of them. However, the twins just rolled their eyes and continued planning out how they were going to pull it off.

This year was going to be interesting. That is for sure.

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