Harry Potter And The Loa’s Child - Chapter 108

“Well, the goblet is almost ready to make its decision,” said Dumbledore. “I estimate that it requires one more minute. Now, when the champions’ names are called, I would ask them please to come up to the top of the Hall, walk along the staff table, and go through into the next chamber” – he indicated the door behind the staff table – “where they will be receiving their first instructions.”

He took out his wand and gave a great sweeping wave with it; at once, all the candles except those inside the carved pumpkins were extinguished, plunging them into a state of semidarkness. The Goblet of Fire now shone more brightly than anything in the whole Hall, the sparkling bright, bluey-whiteness of the flames almost painful on the eyes. Everyone watched, waiting. . . . A few people kept checking their watches. . .

“Any second,” Lee Jordan whispered, two seats away from Harry.

The flames inside the goblet turned suddenly red again. Sparks began to fly from it. Next moment, a tongue of flame shot into the air, a charred piece of parchment fluttered out of it – the whole room gasped.

Dumbledore caught the piece of parchment and held it at arm’s length, so that he could read it by the light of the flames, which had turned back to blue-white. “The champion for Durmstrang,” he read, in a strong, clear voice, “will be Viktor Krum.”

“No surprises there!” yelled Ron as a storm of applause and cheering swept the Hall. Harry saw Viktor Krum rise from the Slytherin table and slouch up toward Dumbledore; he turned right, walked along the staff table, and disappeared through the door into the next chamber.

“Bravo, Viktor!” boomed Karkaroff, so loudly that everyone could hear him, even

over all the applause. “Knew you had it in you!”

The clapping and chatting died down. Now everyone’s attention was focused again on the goblet, which, seconds later, turned red once more. A second piece of parchment shot out of it, propelled by the flames.

“The champion for Beauxbatons,” said Dumbledore, “is Fleur Delacour!”

“It’s her, Ron!” Harry shouted as the girl who so resembled a veela got gracefully to her feet, shook back her sheet of silvery blonde hair, and swept up between the Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff tables.

When Fleur Delacour too had vanished into the side chamber, silence fell again, but this time it was a silence so stiff with excitement you could almost taste it. The Hogwarts champion next…

And the Goblet of Fire turned red once more; sparks showered out of it; the tongue of flame shot high into the air, and from its tip Dumbledore pulled the third piece of parchment.

“The champion for Hogwarts,” Said Dumbledore, “Is Lucien…Bennet-Dubois…”

The Great hall went silent, it was not possible. Every young wizard who attempted to cheat the age line failed. Azeroth, however wasn’t the least bit shocked. With a smile on his face, his joyous laughed boomed through the hall.

Lucien rose from his seat and walked straight to the side door. Before he could open it, the goblet of fire began to speak once again. Fire swirled around it in a fury, then the goblet swallowed every wisp of flame. The great hall was confused, like a rocket the goblet erupted and a piece parchment rode the explosion into the air. Gliding down in a ball of smoke and embers, Dumbledore extended his arm and plucked the parchment from the air.

“Harry…Harry Potter” Dumbledore said, looking around the hall. Confused and shaken, Harry remained silent. Before Dumbledore could speak again. Lucien’s eyes squinted and he sent a message to Keishara

‘Again! Beauxbatons then Durmstrang. Keishara this is our chance!’

Boom!

The Goblet erupted and turned into a blazoning blazing inferno. ‘This is the only way I know how’ Keishara replied to Lucien’s message

The inside of goblet began to churn, forming a vortex at the bottom of the Goblet.

‘It’s fighting…me!’ Keishara grunted in her mental message. Standing in the kitchen Keishara grabbed on to the head of a small house elf and channeled its magic to combat the Goblet of fire.

Thud!

The house elf feel to the cold stone kitchen floor, now a lifeless corpse

Smoked popped and two pieces of parched fell from the air.

Karkaroff pulled snatched one of the parchments from the air and Madame Maxime snatched the other

“Beauxbatons! Mael Brodeur!” Karkaroff’s voice rumbled

“Durmstrang! Vera Orlov!” Madame Maxime’s voice penetrated everyone’s ears like banshees scream.

Everyone had not a word to speak, something beyond impossible had just accrued on this night. Not one but three extra contestants were selected. And two of them were underage.

In the Headmaster’s Office. Lucien, Harry, Mael, and Vera all stood in silence awaiting the tournament officials. When they finally entered. It was utter chaos.

‘We should all participate, Take the lead and suggest, a simple fix to accommodate for the extra contestants.’ Lucien sent a mental message

Soon after an Auror stepped forward “Might I suggest, they all participate. They’re under contract as is and the first stage could always be adjusted…accordingly ”

Everyone looked at the auror for a moment and Barty Crouch finally spoke up “excellent idea. We’re wizards and stuff like this happens. We carry on, with adjustments. But, carry on all the same” Barty turned coat and lead the ministry officials out of the headmaster’s office

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Later that night, the unknown Auror appeared in the chamber of secrets.

“What is the first Task?” Lucien asked

“I don’t know yet, but it’s being moved to the forbidden forest and Items are being gathered.

“Thank you, Golem, stay in the ministry and keep following Leanna’s orders. You’re dismissed”

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The next morning news of the last nights, Tri-wizard selection spread through the wizarding world like the storm of the century. Causing fearful rumors to spread like wildfire. And the fire was fanned by none other the Rita Skeeter, pinning everything on the ‘death eaters? Possibly, the dark lord?’ her headline read.

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The next few days the school was divided. Neither Lucien nor Harry was the chosen of their choice. But all bets were the boy who killed Sirius Black, Lucien Dubois. As weeks went by Lucien slowly became more irrational and loses of time became a frequent occurrence. Sometimes he would even find himself in Hogsmeade, at an inn with young witches fuċkėd to death, completely drained of their energy. His survival instincts told him not to kill in the castle, but that reasoning was slowly slipping away.

Deep in the forbidden forest. She had stumble upon a scene like no other. Witches sprawl nȧkėd across the forest floor, half dead and cover in Lucien’s spunk. While he tended to his other infatuated whores, under his spell. The scene caused a part of Fleur to become restless, stepping into the cloud of his musk, the pheromones he emitted wreaked havoc on her mind and body. Thrusting into a young witch. Lucien couldn’t bring his self to look away from the alluring fleur , now wearing her primal face.

Diving into an awe-striking kiss, Fleur grips the base of his rod and pushes the witch away. Addicted to Lucien’s touch, the witch returned in fury, only to be met witch a devastating claw to her face. Fleur had laid claim and the witches could do now was watch.

“Petrifcus totalus!” Voice rang out, binding Lucien. And in flurry of swings, the ċȯċk drunk witches were bond as well.

The morning after Lucien woke up in his bed. Opening his eyes. The first thing he saw was an old battered man.

“Ollivander?” Lucien Muttered

“Yes, Boy. It is I” Ollivander replied with a smile.