RF_Axel

In an alternate universe of Harry Potter, Ezekiel Cassian Malverne—a brilliant, ambitious, and powerful heir of the prestigious Malverne family—begins his journey at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Born into one of the richest and most politically influential families of the Sacred 28.
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The Lord of Ice and Magic

The aftermath of the Death Eater attack at the Quidditch World Cup still lingered in everyone's minds as students boarded the Hogwarts Express.

Ezekiel sat with Daphne, Fleur, and Alys in a private compartment, away from the noise.

"The Ministry is covering up the attack," Daphne said, scanning the latest Daily Prophet. "They're blaming it on rogue wizards instead of outright calling them Death Eaters."

"Typical Fudge," Ezekiel muttered, leaning back. "He doesn't want the public to panic. But anyone with a brain knows this wasn't random."

Alys, sitting beside Daphne, frowned. "So… what happens now?"

Ezekiel glanced out the window, his blue eyes thoughtful.

"Now? We prepare. Because this is only the beginning."

The start-of-term feast had an unusual air of excitement and tension.

Professor Dumbledore stood at the podium, his gaze sweeping across the students.

"This year," he began, his voice carrying through the hall, "Hogwarts will be hosting an event that has not taken place for over a century—the Triwizard Tournament."

A wave of murmurs swept through the hall. Even Ezekiel raised an eyebrow.

"Two other great wizarding schools—Beauxbatons and Durmstrang—will be joining us in this grand event. Their champions, alongside Hogwarts' own, will compete in dangerous yet rewarding tasks to earn eternal glory."

Students exploded into chatter, excitement buzzing through the air.

"The Goblet of Fire will select three champions—one from each school. Due to the dangers of the tournament, only students aged seventeen and older may enter."

Ezekiel smirked slightly. "That includes me."

Daphne rolled her eyes. "Are you actually considering entering? You're already balancing professional Quidditch and Wizengamot politics."

"True," Ezekiel admitted. "But if I do enter, I'll win."

Daphne sighed. "Of course you would say that."

Two days later, Durmstrang and Beauxbatons arrived in grand fashion.

The Beauxbatons students, led by Madame Maxime, entered first—Fleur walking confidently among them.

She smiled at Ezekiel as she passed, and Daphne simply smirked. "You two really are shameless."

Then, the Durmstrang students arrived, stepping out of their enchanted ship.

At the front was none other than Viktor Krum—the star Seeker of Bulgaria's Quidditch team.

Ezekiel immediately recognized him.

"This should be interesting," he muttered.

Krum's sharp gaze landed on Ezekiel, clearly recognizing him as England's youngest Chaser.

The silent acknowledgment between them was clear—two professionals standing on opposite sides.

As the schools settled in, the Goblet of Fire was placed in the Great Hall.

Whispers filled the castle about who would enter.

Rumors spread about Durmstrang students training for the tournament since childhood and Beauxbatons preparing with advanced magic.

But Ezekiel wasn't focused on that.

The Death Eater attack at the World Cup had already set things into motion.

And now, with three schools gathered in one place, the stakes had never been higher.

He wasn't just watching the tournament.

He was watching for something far worse lurking beneath the surface.

Because he knew the real danger hadn't even begun yet.

The Triwizard Tournament Begins