Sorcerer Supreme at Hogwarts (English Versión)-Chapter 103: "The Chaos Before the Selection"

"The Chaos Before the Selection"

Stephen pov:

Today was the day Dumbledore placed the Goblet of Fire in the center of the Great Hall. While he talked about the age line and all that... well, honestly, I don't know much of what he said because I wasn't paying attention. After all, I more or less knew what it was about.

So, all week, we watched students put their names in after classes.

Watching people occasionally walk up to drop their names into the Goblet of Fire was pretty boring, but I decided to stay and be part of it.

The first one, obviously, was Krum, acting all proud and narcissistic.

"Are you sure you don't want to compete?" Fleur asked, sitting beside me while writing her name on a piece of paper.

"Do you really want me to compete? Maybe Dumbledore and the other headmasters will have to team up to balance the levels," I said, laughing.

"I was just asking as a good girlfriend. I don't want to compete against you... you cheat," she said as she stood up with a smile and walked toward the Goblet of Fire under everyone's gaze.

"Hey, I don't cheat! I'm just stronger!" I shouted as Fleur gestured at me from the center of the hall.

After placing her name, all the students cheered excitedly.

Then, we saw the Hufflepuff boys pushing Cedric to put his name in. He hesitated, but he already had his name written on a piece of paper, so he quickly stepped forward and dropped it into the cup.

Once again, the students started applauding enthusiastically.

"These guys are really excited about watching a deadly competition, aren't they?" I said, looking at all the Hogwarts students.

Just then, George and Fred arrived, looking quite happy, with potions in their hands.

"We found a way," Fred said, shaking the potion.

"It won't work," Hermione said, looking at them like they were idiots.

"Why do you think that, Shorty Number Three?" George asked, using the old nickname we had for her when they were first-years.

"Don't call me that! And... do you see that line? Dumbledore himself drew it. Do you think a simple potion can break it?" she said, pointing at the mark on the floor around the Goblet of Fire.

"We won't know unless we try," the twins quickly said as they stood in front of each other.

"Bottoms up," they said, downing their potions and then jumping inside the age line.

Everyone went silent for a second, and when they weren't immediately thrown out, they started applauding as the twins acted all proud, strutting around the Goblet with smug smiles.

"How many meters do you think they'll fly this time?" Tony asked, approaching, since we had already witnessed other Ravenclaw students try something similar, only to be sent flying all the way to the Great Hall's entrance while turning into old men.

"The same distance, but this time they'll grow beards," I said calmly.

"Hey, looking into the future is boring," Tony said, annoyed.

"I didn't look into the future. It's pretty obvious," I replied casually.

Then, exactly as I had said, the twins tried to put their names in the Goblet, and it expelled them beyond the barrier. After getting up, a huge white beard began forming on both of them. Annoyed, they started fighting each other, rolling on the floor and blaming one another.

"Alright, Mr. Weasleys, you may head to the infirmary where the other students are being treated. Though I must say, your beards are quite impressive... even better than mine," Dumbledore said, appearing alongside the other headmasters, who seemed to have been watching the whole scene.

"Alright, five minutes left. Any students who still wish to compete may put their names in now," Dumbledore said with a smile.

"Aah, I'm bored," Wanda said, as she wasn't interested in watching people walk up from time to time just to have everyone applaud like idiots.

"How many times has she said she's bored this week?" I asked Harry, who was sitting beside me.

"I don't know... three, I think," Harry said while counting on his fingers. As soon as he said the exact number, he began to pale.

"What? Are you sure?" Tony asked quickly, looking nervous. He immediately went to fetch Loki and brought him over.

"You, with the good memory... how many times has Wanda said she was bored this week?" Tony asked hurriedly.

"This week, only twice," Loki said quickly, recalling.

"Phew, then this is only the second time," Harry and Tony said as they wiped imaginary sweat off their brows.

"This time? The second time she said it before she got sick..." Loki said, confused.

"Shit! Stephen, catch her!" Tony shouted as he quickly turned to look at me.

Meanwhile, I was watching everything quite amused, since the three of them kept track of how many times Wanda said she was bored because they knew that, by the third, she would do something dumb that would end up dragging them along. Personally, I didn't mind, as I could say I enjoyed their suffering.

"Nope. Too late," I said while pointing at Wanda, who was already running toward the Goblet of Fire at full speed. An inhuman speed that left the headmasters and professors stunned.

Meanwhile, Grandma Perenelle and Natasha simply shook their heads, knowing she was about to pull some crazy stunt. But they weren't going to stop her—at school, as long as she didn't do anything bad, they let her be. Otherwise, it would be worse.

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"If we're going to have a competition, let's make it fair for everyone," she said while casting a spell that plucked a hair from every student present in the Great Hall, regardless of whether they were older or younger than sixteen.

Of course, I caught mine before it reached Wanda, while Tony and Loki managed to destroy theirs. Harry, who didn't react in time, watched as his hair flew into Wanda's hands, transforming before touching her into a piece of paper with his name written on it, just like the other students'.

Wanda quickly tossed them into the Goblet of Fire as if she had just made a perfect shot.

Everything happened so fast that everyone was stunned, unable to comprehend for a few seconds.

Then, the Goblet lit up in a different color, signaling that the time to submit names had ended.

"What did she just do?" asked a Gryffindor student, while a Ravenclaw nervously replied,

"I think she just signed us all up to participate in the champion selection..." he said as the others started getting just as nervous.

"What?" some of them said, not quite understanding, but once they realized, they began trembling. What they knew about past tournaments involved tough battles, and some had even lost their lives.

"Hahaha, now we all have the same chances," Wanda said with a smile as she walked calmly under everyone's gaze.

Then, the students went into a frenzy. Some were terrified of being chosen, while others were excited, especially those who had been unable to compete due to the age line—mostly the Gryffindors. The Ravenclaws, for the most part, began praying not to be selected since they were researchers, not fighters.

"Silence!" Dumbledore quickly said, calming the uproar. "Remember that the Goblet of Fire only allows the student to write their own name. It does not work if someone else writes it for them," he added, reassuring the students.

Everyone calmed down while Wanda sat down, annoyed with Dumbledore.

"Tsk, Dumby ruined the fun," Wanda grumbled, upset that she couldn't make everyone feel the fear of possibly being chosen.

"You're a demon," Tony said, staring at Wanda.

"Even so, it's very likely that Harry will end up being chosen," I said calmly, drawing everyone's attention.

"But Dumbledore said..." Hermione began to speak.

"Yeah, I know what he said, but we're talking about Harry," I said, cutting her off while pulling on her cheeks.

"Then can I be chosen too?" Ron asked, completely clueless.

"I don't think so," I said, crushing his dreams.

"After all... it's Harry," Wanda added, mocking him.

Harry looked irritated.

"Someone probably put Harry's name in a long time ago," Tony said thoughtfully.

By now, we all more or less understood how the magical world worked, so it was easy to predict things even without looking into the future.

"So everyone's just assuming Harry will be the chosen one?" Fleur asked, looking at us.

"Well... it's Harry," I responded casually and without mercy.

"The kid gets into trouble even when it's not his," Tony said just as calmly.

"He reminds me of a hammer-wielding idiot... always getting into trouble," Loki said, recalling a young Thor.

"Harry will be fine. We train him whenever we're bored," Wanda said, patting Harry, who still looked irritated.

"We're still not sure if someone tampered with the Goblet to make me compete," Harry said, annoyed. Though it seemed more like he was trying to convince himself because, deep down, he probably had a bad feeling.

"Harry," I said, catching his attention.

"What?" he asked quickly, looking at me hopefully, maybe expecting me to help him. But as his older brother, I had to let him grow.

"It's Halloween," I said with a smile.

Harry's face shifted from confusion to realization, and then he visibly showed his frustration.

"Crap..." he muttered as it dawned on him.

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