47. Fourth Name

Quickly recovering, Dumbledore pulls out his wand and begins weaving new spells, incorporating them into the existing ones. Of course, he left some loopholes to have a little fun with the troublesome students. *cough* GEMEOS*cough*

Ludo and Barto just have helpless expressions, while Madame Maxime has an amused smile on her face. She was tempted to get up and talk to such a boy, but it would be impolite at this point.

Karkaroff looked like he was going to explode. That little bit of cunning already put me among the candidates, and he knew he'd need to secure the participation of his protégé, Victor Krum, or his school wouldn't even appear on the scoring list.

But the biggest problem was for me. There was a red-faced Hermione, yelling at me in front of everyone how reckless and shameless I was. Not to mention the risks involved.

I just stared at her with a soft smile on my face, which made her even more inflated, and Harry almost knew a dark witch at that moment, when her comment came.

"If this keeps up, I'll be best man at the wedding." he wanted to lighten the mood but only made the girl even more scandalous, trying to argue through her stutters that she wouldn't marry a hooligan like me.

After that came my detention lessons, taught by Madame Sprout. I knew she was taking the opportunity to get her revenge on my refusal to be Prefect, and now, for making fools of many high-ranking people.

I accepted all this in silence, without worrying too much. I just did what she asked, which was to help plant medicinal plants for healing potions, one that she knew would be used a lot with this tournament going on.

Time passed quietly, and things started to calm down, but this is Hogwarts, and the calm doesn't last long. Especially in years like this. It was Champions Selection Day, and everyone was once again gathered in the Great Hall.

"In a few moments, the chalice will begin to spit out the names of each school's champions. I ask that our champions move to the next room, so that we can give them the first hint of the first task." he points to a side door.

Then the blue fire in the goblet reddens, and a piece of paper is spat out, flying slowly into Dumbledore's hands. "The first champion, from the Durmstrang Institute, is Victor Krum." his voice resounds through the hall, and the boy/man stands up.

He was big, due to his Quidditch drills. With elegance, he goes to Dumbledore, who greets him jovially, patting him lightly on the shoulder, and indicating the room before said.

Victor has barely turned around, and the goblet once again does its light show, spitting out yet another paper. Dumbledore catches it in the air. "Hogwarts Champion, Evans Black." hundreds of eyes turn to me and I just shrug and make my way into the room.

There, I sit quietly, waiting. Shortly after, Fleur appears, the beautiful blonde Veela, who doesn't seem to like the room very much. And I can't disagree with the girl, the layer of dust was as thick as my finger.

Then there is an uproar, and Harry enters the room. "I take it the boy came to tell us to go back to the Great Hall?" Fleur asks in her French accent.

(I don't know any French, so I'll write normally. But you know these characters have accents from their countries, so let's move on.)

"No, my brother is the fourth chosen, by his desperate face." I comment, making Krum and Fleur look at me strangely.

With that, the doors slam open, and Maxime's irritated voice reaches us. "This is a conspiracy, two students from the same school cannot compete. I protest." she would breathe fire from her nostrils if she had that gift now.

"Harry! Harry" Dumbledore advances, to reach the boy. "Did you ask someone to put your name in the chalice?" he looks intently into Harry's eyes.

"No not me." he says startling with the intensity that Dumbledore approached him.

"He is lying." Maxime screams.

"Swear by your magic, Harry, that you didn't put or ask anyone else to put their name there. That way your word will carry weight, and if anyone dares question it again, I'll rip your heart out." I say, making my eyes shine like never before. In the dimly lit room, I looked like a demon stepping out of the shadows.

Harry, without hesitation, pulls out his wand and swears, and when finished, performs a simple lumus spell, to prove his innocence.

"So explain, smartass, how did Wonder Boy's name end up in the chalice?" Snape hisses at me, and I just look at the man in disgust.

"That should be your judges' and directors' job to do, not mine. I proved in less than 5 minutes that your rules were very flawed, and even with all that later director's flourish, I still had other ways to trick the chalice. "

I shrug, answering the greasy Snape. He tries to argue something but is cut off by Dumbledore.

"Tell me about."

The attention was all on me, what must I say, it was making me uncomfortable.

"One of them you already gave, director. Asking someone else to put his name in the chalice, and for that, the person just needs to be over 17 years old. A grotesque failure I must say. One more thing. The chalice does not restrict the number of schools, just the number of students in each school.

It is called Triwizard only because no other school has ever been invited than European ones, but has never been denied, or blocked, the nomination of an American, or African, school.

The last detail, the chalice distinguishes the school and the student, but the question is how? If when placing the paper I only wrote my name, how can I be sure that I was chosen to represent Hogwarts and not another school?

Then an idea occurred to me, and I did it in front of everyone, without anyone noticing, Director. Hogwarts' chosen one is Harry Potter, the intruder is actually me." I let the truth sink in until I get a reaction.

"Prove it." This time it was said by Moody, the current DADA teacher.

"Just take my application paper and read the back." I shrug, and Dumbledore takes out the 4 papers, and looks at the back of my name. "With that, I guaranteed my participation, Headmaster, and gave way to a Hogwarts student. I just didn't know it would be my brother." I shake my head helplessly.

Of course it was just a beautiful, nonsensical pretense. None of that could be proven, much less, because there were no other proofs that this was possible.