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Ch364- Persistent and Stupid
Ch364- Persistent and Stupid
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The protections didn’t stop Harry. With a small twist of his wand, Harry adjusted the flow of magic in the first rune. The faint hum of resistance faded, and he stepped forward, passing through the barrier without any trouble. His lips tugged upward in a faint smirk. "Tight circle, my arse," he muttered under his breath as he approached the Goblet of Fire.
The Goblet’s blue flames licked upward, shifting slightly as if aware of his presence. Harry leaned closer, his eyes narrowing as he examined the way the flames moved. He could feel the subtle magic emanating from it.
He checked the goblet to see how Voldemort had tampered with it. But after a few moments, he realized he was giving far too much credit to the wraith. "A simple Confundus Charm? Seriously?" He shook his head, his lips curling slightly in disbelief. "I was expecting something more creative—at least some real tampering."
Nigel’s voice piped up. "Looks like they confunded the poor Goblet to think there’s a fourth school participating. From this mysterious fourth school, only one name’s been submitted—yours. So, congratulations, Harry, you’re the guaranteed pick for this bogus institution."
Harry nodded, already saw through the charm. He pulled a small piece of parchment from his pocket. He produced a quill and wrote his name on the parchment.
"Harry, are you sure about this?" Nigel asked, the question surprisingly direct. "You said you wanted to figure out Voldemort’s plan first."
Harry chuckled under his breath, glancing at the Goblet. "I still do. I’m not suicidal, Nigel. At worst, I won’t touch the Goblet after the final round, and that’ll keep me from getting portkeyed to him."
"Fair enough," Nigel replied. "But why put your name in again? Seems like Barty Crouch Jr. already handled that for you."
Harry smirked as he folded the parchment neatly in half. "Oh, I’ve got a plan in mind."
Nigel didn’t press further, which suited Harry just fine. He took a moment to check the Goblet again, his wand casually tracing a rune on its side to confirm his suspicions. The Confundus Charm was rudimentary at best, like someone rushing to finish their homework five minutes before class. No finesse, no depth—just enough magic to get the job done.
Harry stepped closer to the Goblet’s flickering blue flames, holding his folded parchment between two fingers. The fire flared slightly as he approached, almost as if acknowledging him. Without any hesitation, he tossed the parchment into the flames. The paper caught fire immediately, curling into ash before disappearing entirely.
"Well, there it is," Harry said, dusting his hands off. He studied the Goblet one last time, its blue flames flickering innocently as if it hadn’t just been tampered with twice. Tracing the runes once more with the tip of his wand, he decided not to bother with them. Voldemort hadn’t done anything overly intricate—just a Confundus Charm slapped together by Barty Crouch Jr. It wasn’t worth tampering further.
He shook his head, cast his own Confundus Charm with a quick flick, and straightened up. "Tomorrow, it’ll be a shocking sight," he muttered with a smirk, stepping back out of the rune circle.
“You look like Merlin’s dodgy cousin,” Harry called from the Slytherin table, smirking.
Summers groaned, holding her head as her beard tangled in her hands. “I think my face is burning!”
Dumbledore, who had witnessed the entire spectacle from the staff table, chuckled softly as he rose to his feet. “Well, that was certainly... entertaining,” he said, his voice carrying easily over the laughter. “Madam Pomfrey will sort you out. I would recommend refraining from further experimentation.” His eyes twinkled as they landed on the twins. “For your own dignity, of course.”
Fred gave a mock bow, his beard swishing dramatically. “As you wish, Professor. But you can’t say we didn’t liven things up.”
The crowd began to disperse, though the lingering giggles followed Fred, George, Summers, and Fawcett as they were escorted out of the Great Hall, still muttering complaints about “flawed potions” and “unfair barriers.”
Tracey turned to Harry, her lips twitching with amusement. “So much for ingenuity. Think they’ll try again?”
Harry shrugged. “Probably. They’re persistent if nothing else.”
Daphne smirked, pouring herself a cup of tea. “Persistent and stupid. Not the best combination.”
The day passed with an undercurrent of excitement, the Goblet of Fire drawing students like moths to a flame. By evening, the Great Hall was packed as the time for the champions’ selection drew near. The Goblet sat at the front of the room, its blue flames crackling and casting long shadows on the enchanted ceiling. Every eye was fixed on it, the anticipation thick enough to cut with a knife.
Dumbledore stood once again, his calm demeanor contrasting with the restless energy of the students. “The time has come,” he announced, his voice steady but carrying weight. “The Goblet of Fire has made its decisions. When your name is called, please come forward to join your headmaster or headmistress. You will then proceed to the antechamber to receive further instructions.”
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