Chapter 17 The Four Champions

ravage sat there, advised that e rattling head in the Great Hall had turned to aim along at him. He was stunned. He felt pall. He was surely tranceing. He had non experienced correctly. at that place was no applause. A buzzing, as though of angry bees, was showtime gearing to fill the Hall some savants were standing up to defecate a better look at find out upon as he sat, frozen, in his seat.Up at the top t equal, prof McGonagall had got to her feet and move past Ludo bagman and Professor Karkaroff to whisper urgently to Professor Dumbledore, who curing his ear toward her, frowning slightly. provoke turned to Ron and Hermi adept beyond them, he aphorism the long Gryffindor table all watching him, openmouthed.I didnt correct my recognize in, harry utter blankly. You enjoy I didnt. both(prenominal) of them stared still as blankly bandaging.At the top table, Professor Dumbledore had straightened up, n ridiculousing to Professor McGonagall. enkindle Potter he call ed again. amaze waste to Up here, if you pleaseGo on, Hermi iodine whispered, large(p) fire 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 Gryffindor and Hufflepuff tables. It felt worry an immensely long walk the top table didnt calculate to be getting any nearer at all, and he could feel hundreds and hundreds of look upon him, as though to each one were a searchlight. The buzzing grew louder and louder. After what seemed deal an hour, he was right in front of Dumbledore, feeling the stares of all the teachers upon him. wellspringthrough the door, Harry, verbalize Dumbledore. He wasnt delighted.Harry moved off along the teachers table. Hagrid was seated right at the end. He did non wink at Harry, or wave, or give any of his plebeian signs of greeting. He looked all in all astonished and stared at Harry as he passed exchangeable e preciseone else. Harry went through the door out of the Great Hall and found himself in a smaller room, declensiond with paintings of femme fatalees and wizards. A handsome fire was godsend in the fireplace opposite him.The reckons 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 must(prenominal)ache. The wizened witch started whispering in his ear.Viktor Krum, Cedric Diggory, and Fleur Delacour were grouped some the fire. They looked strangely impressive, silhouetted against the flames. Krum, hunched-up and brooding, was leaning against the mantelpiece, slightly apart from the another(prenominal) two. Cedric was standing with his hands behind his bandaging, staring into the fire. Fleur Delacour looked well-nigh when Harry walked in and threw back her sheet of long, silvery hair.What is it? she utter. Do zey want us back in ze Hall?She vox populi he had tote up to deliver a message. Harry didnt k instan ter how to explain what had just happened. He just s as well asd there, look at the three relay transmitters. It struck him how very tall all of them were. in that respect was a sound of scurrying feet behind him, and Ludo Bagman entered the room. He took Harry by the arm and led him forward.Extraordinary he muttered, squeezing Harrys arm. suddenly extraordinary Gentlemenlady, 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 ware misheard what Bagman had state. Fleur Delacour, however, tossed her hair, smiling, and utter, Oh, vairy funny joke, Meester Bagman.Joke? Bagman repeated, bewildered. No, no, not at all Harrys promise just came out of the Goblet of usher outKrums thick eyebrows contracted slightly. Cedric w as still looking politely bewildered. Fleur frowned. notwithstanding on the face of it zair as been a mistake, she express contemptuously to Bagman. E cannot repugn. E is too young.Wellit is amazing, verbalise Bagman, rubbing his smooth chin and smiling slash at Harry. solely, as you experience, the age restriction was simply imposed this class as an extra safety measure. And as his names come out of the chaliceI mean, I dont speak out there can be any ducking out at this stage.Its drink down in the rules, youre answerHarry depart just arouse to do the best he -The door behind them open again, and a large group of citizenry came in Professor Dumbledore, followed closely by Mr. hunker down, Professor Karkaroff, Madame Maxime, Professor McGonagall, and Professor Snape. Harry heard the buzzing of the hundreds of students on the other side of the wall, beforehand Professor McGonagall closed the door.Madame Maxime say Fleur at once, striding over to her headmistress. Z ey are reflexion zat zis footling male child is to compete alsoSomewhere under Harrys numb disbelief he felt a ripple of anger. Little boy?Madame Maxime had drawn herself up to her full, and considerable, height. The top of her handsome head brushed the candle-filled chandelier, and her wide caustic-satin bosom swelled.What is ze meaning of zis, Dumbly-dorr? she express imperiously.Id rather like to go to neck that myself, Dumbledore, said Professor Karkaroff. He was wearing a steely grin, and his blue eye were like chips of ice. Two Hogwarts champions? I dont remember anyone positing me the host condition is allowed two champions or have I not read the rules carefully enough?He gave a short and nasty laugh.Cest impossible, said Madame Maxime, whose long hand with its numerous superb opals was resting upon Fleurs shoulder. Ogwarts cannot ave two champions. It is most injust.We were under the painting that your Age Line would keep out younger contestants, Dumbledore, said Karkaroff, his steely smile still in place, though his eyes were colder than ever. Otherwise, we would, of course, have brought along a wider selection of candidates from our own schools.Its no ones fault only when Potters, Karkaroff, said Snape softly. His black eyes were alight with malice. Dont go blaming Dumbledore for Potters determination to break rules. He has been crossing lines ever since he arrived here -Thank you, Severus, said Dumbledore firmly, and Snape went quiet, though his eyes still glinted malevolently through his curtain of greasy black hair.Professor Dumbledore was now looking down at Harry, who looked right back at him, trying to discern the expression of the eyes behind the lunule spectacles.Did you adorn your name into the Goblet of Fire, Harry? he asked calmly.No, said Harry. He was very alert of everybody watching him closely. Snape made a soft kerfuffle of impatient disbelief in the shadows.Did you ask an older student to put it into the Goblet o f Fire for you? said Professor Dumbledore, ignoring Snape.No, said Harry vehemently.Ah, only when of course e is lying cried Madame Maxime. Snape was now shaking his head, his lip curling.He could not have crossed the Age Line, said Professor McGonagall sharply. I am sure we are all agreed on that -Dumbly-dorr must ave made a mistake wiz ze line, said Madame Maxime, shrugging.It is possible, of course, said Dumbledore politely.Dumbledore, you know perfectly well you did not make a mistake said Professor McGonagall angrily. Really, what nonsense Harry could not have crossed the line himself, and as Professor Dumbledore believes that he did not persuade an older student to do it for him, Im sure that should be good enough for everybody elseShe shot a very angry look at Professor Snape.Mr. CrouchMr. Bagman, said Karkaroff, his voice unctuous once more, you are our er objective judges. sure as shooting you will agree that this is most irregular?Bagman wiped his round, boyish face w ith his handkerchief and looked at Mr. Crouch, who was standing outside the circle of the firelight, his face half hidden in shadow. He looked slightly eerie, the half darkness reservation him look a good deal older, prominent him an almost skull-like appearance. When he spoke, however, it was in his usual curt voice.We must follow the rules, and the rules state clearly that those people whose name calling come out of the Goblet of Fire are bound to compete in the tournament.Well, Barty knows the rule book back to front, said Bagman, beaming and tour back to Karkaroff and Madame Maxime, as though the matter was now closed.I swan upon resubmitting the call of the rest of my students, said Karkaroff. He had dropped his unctuous tone and his smile now. His face wore a very ugly look indeed. You will set up the Goblet of Fire once more, and we will continue adding names until each school has two champions. Its only fair, Dumbledore.But Karkaroff, it doesnt work like that, said B agman. The Goblet of Fires just gone out it wont reignite until the start of the next tournament -- in which Durmstrang will most certainly not be competing exploded Karkaroff. After all our meetings and negotiations and compromises, I little pass judgment something of this nature to occur I have half a capitulum to straggle nowEmpty threat, Karkaroff, growled a voice from near the door. You cant leave your champion now. Hes got to compete. Theyve all got to compete. Binding magic contract, like Dumbledore said. Convenient, eh? saturnine had just entered the room. He limped toward the fire, and with every right step he took, there was a loud clunk.Convenient? said Karkaroff. Im afraid I dont understand you, erratic.Harry could tell he was trying to sound disdainful, as though what heavy was saying was barely worth his notice, still his hands gave him a air they had balled themselves into fists.Dont you? said Moody quietly. Its very simple, Karkaroff. Someone put Potters name in that chalice knowing hed have to compete if it came out.Evidently, someone oo wished to give Ogwarts two bites at ze apple said Madame Maxime.I quite agree, Madame Maxime, said Karkaroff, bowing to her. I shall be lodging complaints with the Ministry of Magic and the International Confederation of Wizards -If anyones got reason to complain, its Potter, growled Moody, alonefunny thingI dont hear him saying a legerWhy should e complain? burst out Fleur Delacour, stamping her foot. E as ze chance to compete, asnt e? We ave all been oping to be chosen for weeks and weeks Ze honor for our schools A thousand Galleons in prize money zis is a chance many would die forMaybe someones hoping Potter is spill to die for it, said Moody, with the merest touch sensation of a growl.An extremely tense silence followed these words. Ludo Bagman, who was looking very restless indeed, bounced nervously up and down on his feet and said, Moody, old manwhat a thing to sayWe all know Professor Mood y considers the dayspring wasted if he hasnt discovered six plots to murder him before lunchtime, said Karkaroff loudly. Apparently he is now teaching his students to fear assassination too. An odd quality in a Defense Against the sorry Arts teacher, Dumbledore, but no doubt you had your reasons.Imagining things, am I? growled Moody. Seeing things, eh? It was a arch(prenominal) witch or wizard who put the boys name in that gobletAh, what evidence is zere of zat? said Madame Maxime, throwing up her huge hands.Because they hoodwinked a very the right way magical object said Moody. It would have contended an exceptionally buckram Confundus Charm to bamboozle that goblet into forgetting that only three schools compete in the tournament.Im guessing they submitted Potters name under a fourth school, to make sure he was the only one in his category.You seem to have given this a great deal of thought, Moody, said Karkaroff coldly, and a very ingenious theory it is though of course, I heard you belatedly got it into your head that one of your birthday presents contained a cunningly disguised basilisk egg, and mischievous it to pieces before real numberizing it was a carriage clock. So youll understand if we dont take you unaccompanied seriously.There are those wholl turn innocent occasions to their advantage, Moody retorted in a menacing voice. Its my job to speak up the way Dark wizards do, Karkaroff as you ought to rememberA extendor said Dumbledore warningly. Harry wondered for a moment whom he was speaking to, but then realized Mad-Eye could hardly be Moodys real first name. Moody fell silent, though still surveying Karkaroff with triumph Karkaroffs face was burning.How this situation arose, we do not know, said Dumbledore, speaking to everyone self-possessed in the room. It seems to me, however, that we have no choice but to accept it. Both Cedric and Harry have been chosen to compete in the Tournament. This, therefore, they will do.Ah, but Dumbly -dorr -My dear Madame Maxime, if you have an alternative, I would be delighted to hear it.Dumbledore waited, but Madame Maxime did not speak, she merely glared. She wasnt the only one either. Snape looked furious Karkaroff blanched Bagman, however, looked rather excited.Well, shall we crack on, then? he said, rubbing his hands unneurotic and smiling around the room. Got to give our champions their instructions, havent we? Barty, want to do the honors?Mr. Crouch seemed to come out of a deep reverie.Yes, he said, instructions. Yesthe first taskHe moved forward into the firelight. Close up, Harry thought he looked ill. There were dark shadows beneath his eyes and a thin, papery look astir(predicate) his wrinkled skin that had not been there at the Quidditch World Cup.The first task is designed to test your daring, he told Harry, Cedric, Fleur, and Viktor, so we are not going to be telling you what it is. Courage in the face of the unusual is an classical quality in a wizardvery im portant.The first task will take place on November the twenty-fourth, in front of the other students and the panel of judges.The champions are not permitted to ask for or accept help of any kind from their teachers to complete the tasks in the tournament. The champions will face the first challenge armed only with their wands. They will see information about the second task when the first is over. Owing to the demanding and long nature of the tournament, the champions are exempted from end-of-year tests.Mr. Crouch turned to look at Dumbledore.I think thats all, is it, Albus?I think so, said Dumbledore, who was looking at Mr. Crouch with mild concern. Are you sure you wouldnt like to stay at Hogwarts tonight, Barty?No, Dumbledore, I must get back to the Ministry, said Mr. Crouch. It is a very busy, very difficult time at the moment.Ive left young Weatherby in charge.Very enthusiastica little overenthusiastic, if truth be toldYoull come and have a drink before you go, at least? said Dumbledore.Come on, Barry, Im staying said Bagman brightly. Its all happening at Hogwarts now, you know, much more exciting here than at the officeI think not, Ludo, said Crouch with a touch of his old impatience.Professor Karkaroff Madame Maxime a nightcap? said Dumbledore.But Madame Maxime had already put her arm around Fleurs shoulders and was booster cable her swiftly out of the room. Harry could hear them both talking very fast in French as they went off into the Great Hall. Karkaroff beckoned to Krum, and they, too, exited, though in silence.Harry, Cedric, I suggest you go up to bed, said Dumbledore, smiling at both of them. I am sure Gryffindor and Hufflepuff are wait to celebrate with you, and it would be a shame to deprive them of this excellent excuse to make a great deal of mess and noise.Harry glanced at Cedric, who nodded, and they left together.The Great Hall was deserted now the candles had burned low, giving the jagged smiles of the pumpkins an eerie, flickerin g quality.So, said Cedric, with a slight smile. Were playing against each other againI spose, said Harry. He really couldnt think of anything to say. The indoors of his head seemed to be in complete disarray, as though his brain had been ransacked.Sotell me said Cedric as they attained the entrance hall, which was now lit only by torches in the absence of the Goblet of Fire. How did you get your name in?I didnt, said Harry, staring up at him. I didnt put it in. I was telling the truth.Ahokay, said Cedric. Harry could tell Cedric didnt believe him. Wellsee you, then.Instead of going up the stain staircase, Cedric headed for a door to its right. Harry stood listening to him going down the jewel steps beyond it, then, slowly, he started to climb the marble ones.Was anyone except Ron and Hermione going to believe him, or would they all think hed put himself in for the tournament? Yet how could anyone think that, when he was go about competitors whod had three years more magical edu cation than he had when he was now facing tasks that not only sounded very dangerous, but which were to be performed in front of hundreds of people? Yes, hed thought about ithed fantasized about itbut it had been a joke, really, an idle sort of dreamhed never really, seriously considered entering.But someone else had considered itsomeone else had valued him in the tournament, and had made sure he was entered. Why? To give him a treat? He didnt think so, somehowTo see him make a fool of himself? Well, they were likely to get their wish.But to get him killed?Was Moody just being his usual paranoid self? Couldnt someone have put Harrys name in the goblet as a trick, a practical joke? Did anyone really want him slain?Harry was able to answer that at once. Yes, someone valued him dead, someone had wanted him dead ever since he had been a year oldLord Voldemort. But how could Voldemort have ensured that Harrys name got into the Goblet of Fire? Voldemort was supposed to be farther awa y, in some distant country, in concealment, alonefeeble and ineffective.Yet in that dream he had had, just before he had awoken with his scar hurting, Voldemort had not been alonehe had been talking to Wormtailplotting Harrys murder.Harry got a shock to find himself facing the Fat Lady already. He had barely noticed where his feet were carrying him. It was also a surprise to see that she was not alone in her frame. The wizened witch who had flitted into her neighbors painting when he had get together the champions downstairs was now sitting smugly beside the Fat Lady. She must have dashed through every picture lining seven staircases to reach here before him. Both she and the Fat Lady were looking down at him with the keenest interest.Well, well, well, said the Fat Lady, Violets just told me everything. Whos just been chosen as school champion, then?Balderdash, said Harry dully.It most certainly isnt said the pale witch indignantly.No, no, Vi, its the password, said the Fat Lady soothingly, and she swung forward on her hinges to let Harry into the common room.The blast of noise that met Harrys ears when the portrait opened almost knocked him backward. Next thing he knew, he was being wrenched inside the common room by about a dozen pairs of hands, and was facing the whole of Gryffindor House, all of whom were screaming, applauding, and whistling.You shouldve told us youd entered bellowed Fred he looked half annoyed, half deeply impressed.How did you do it without getting a beard? Brilliant roared George.I didnt, Harry said. I dont know how -But Angelina had now swooped down upon him Oh if it couldnt be me, at least its a Gryffindor -Youll be able to pay back Diggory for that last Quidditch match, Harry shrieked Katie Bell, another of the Gryffindor Chasers.Weve got food, Harry, come and have some -Im not hungry, I had enough at the feast -But nobody wanted to hear that he wasnt hungry nobody wanted to hear that he hadnt put his name in the goblet not one a ce person seemed to have noticed that he wasnt at all in the mood to celebrate.Lee Jordan had unearthed a Gryffindor banner from somewhere, and he insisted on draping it around Harry like a cloak. Harry couldnt get away whenever he tried to sidle over to the staircase up to the dormitories, the crowd around him closed ranks, forcing another butterbeer on him, stuffing crisps and peanuts into his hands.Everyone wanted to know how he had done it, how he had tricked Dumbledores Age Line and managed to get his name into the goblet.I didnt, he said, over and over again, I dont know how it happened.But for all the notice anyone took, he might just as well not have answered at all.Im tired he bellowed finally, after(prenominal) nearly half an hour. No, seriously, George Im going to bed -He wanted more than anything to find Ron and Hermione, to find a bit of sanity, but neither of them seemed to be in the common room. Insisting that he needed to sleep, and almost flattening the little Cre evey brothers as they attempted to waylay him at the foot of the stairs, Harry managed to shiver everyone off and climb up to the dormitory as fast as he could.To his great relief, he found Ron was lying on his bed in the otherwise empty dormitory, still fully dressed. He looked up when Harry slammed the door behind him.Whereve you been? Harry said.Oh hello, said Ron.He was grinning, but it was a very odd, strained sort of grin. Harry suddenly became aware that he was still wearing the scarlet Gryffindor banner that Lee had tied(p) around him. He hastened to take it off, but it was knotted very tightly. Ron lay on the bed without moving, watching Harry struggle to remove it.So, he said, when Harry had finally removed the banner and thrown it into a corner. Congratulations.What dyou mean, extolment? said Harry, staring at Ron. There was definitely something wrong with the way Ron was smiling It was more like a grimace.Wellno one else got across the Age Line, said Ron. Not even Fre d and George. What did you use the invisibility Cloak?The Invisibility Cloak wouldnt have got me over that line, said Harry slowly.Oh right, said Ron. I thought you mightve told me if it was the cloakbecause it wouldve covered both of us, wouldnt it? But you found another way, did you?Listen, said Harry, I didnt put my name in that goblet. Someone else mustve done it.Ron raised his eyebrows.What would they do that for?I dunno, said Harry. He felt it would sound very melodramatic to say, To kill me.Rons eyebrows rose so high that they were in danger of disappearing into his hair.Its okay, you know, you can tell me the truth, he said. If you dont want everyone else to know, fine, but I dont know why youre bothering to lie, you didnt get into anguish for it, did you? That friend of the Fat Ladys, that Violet, shes already told us all Dumbledores letting you enter. A thousand Galleons prize money, eh? And you dont have to do end-of-year tests either.I didnt put my name in that goblet said Harry, starting to feel angry.yea, okay, said Ron, in exactly the same sceptical tone as Cedric. lonesome(prenominal) you said this morning youd have done it last night, and no one wouldve seen you.Im not stupid, you know.Youre doing a really good impression of it, Harry snapped.Yeah? said Ron, and there was no trace of a grin, forced or otherwise, on his face now. You want to get to bed, Harry. I expect youll need to be up early tomorrow for a photo-call or something.He wrenched the hangings shut around his four-poster, leaving Harry standing there by the door, staring at the dark red velvet curtains, now hiding one of the few people he had been sure would believe him.