That made the Weasley twins yell, “That’s rubbish!” out loud.
    
“The heads of Beauxbatons and Durmstrang will be arriving with their short-listed contenders in October, and the selection of the three champions will take place at Halloween. An impartial judge will decide which students are most worthy to compete for the Triwizard Cup, glory of their school, and a thousand Galleons personal prize money.”
    
Murmurs began to take over the Great Hall. Conversations amongst each other.
    
“I know that you will extend every courtesy to our forgein guests while they are with us, and will give your whole-hearted support to the Hogwarts champion when he or she is selected. And now, it is late, and I know how important it is to you all to be alert and rested as you enter lessons tomorrow morning. Bedtime! Chop-chop!”
    
We didn’t have a choice but to head to our houses. So we did just that. Fred and George were angry that they couldn’t enter the Tournament, going on about how they should be allowed because they'll be 17 in April. I was glad that I couldn’t. I considered myself brave sometimes , but I would not join this Tournament. It sounds very dangerous, even if the rules have been changed. I still wouldn’t enter it.
                          
    
The next morning, the Great Hall was buzzing with conversation. I had Care of Magical Creatures first thing and then Herbology was right after it, so I had the entire morning outside. In between classes, Draco decided to taunt Ron about his dad being in the paper, but not in a good way. Professor Moody raised stakes about a false alarm for invasion, which is why he was late yesterday.
    
Draco was being his usual pompous arrogant persona that he usually puts on all the time. Professor Moody overheard this, and he turned Draco into a white ferret and started moving him up and down in the air.
    
He didn’t listen to anyone who told him to turn him back, and he continued to tourtour ferret Draco until Professor McGonagall came out into the courtyard and saw what was going on and made Professor Moody turn him back into Draco. Draco looked so frightened when he was turned back into himself. Then it was time for our first Defense Against the Dark Arts lesson with Professor Moody.
    
He taught us about the Unforgivable Curses, all of which would land you in Azkaban if you used them because they were all illegal. The Imperius Curse, “Imperio” that could make you do whatever the attacker wanted, the Cruciatus Curse “Cricio”, which caused your opponent serious pain, and the Killing Curse “Avada Kedavra” which kills your opponent.
    
He Performed these curses on the same big spider. He even made Neville come up to his desk and watch him perform the Cruciatus Curse on the Spider, which made him very, very uncomfortable. Hermione yelled at him to stop when she noticed how uncomfortable Neville was watching that. Then he made us all line up and he performed the Imperius Curse on all of us. The only person that it didn’t work on was Harry. He was able to refuse the commands. It impressed Professor Moody very much.
    
Then we had potions, where Neville was still flustered from the Defense Against the Dark Arts lesson, and he melted his first cauldron of the year. Then it was time for dinner. Where news spread quickly about the ball on Christmas day.
    
That's why we needed an outfit for a formal occasion. For a ball. An actual ball. Oh it was perfect for me to get George alone and talk to him. I hope he asks me to go with him. That would be perfect. I just imagined dancing with him and him holding me close to him during a slow song. Ugh, I wanted that to happen so bad. I really hoped  that he would ask me to go with him.
    
I needed a dress now. How on Earth was I going to get one? I couldn't really buy one. I could order some fabric and make one. Yeah, I could do that. I asked Hermione about it as well, asking her if she wanted me to make her one too. She said that would be a great idea.
    
I ordered the fabric for my dress the very next day, Hermione took time picking out which fabric she wanted. Another few days the fabric for my dress arrived. That was when Hermione had told me she had ordered the fabric for her dress too. I was excited to get started on my dress. I started on mine that night. It was a vibrant red that I thought would look rather elegant at the ball. Because I was either going to look great on George's arm or I was going to kill it on someone else's and make him wish he had asked me to go with him.
    
The contestants from the other school arrived on October 30th. Durmstrang and Beauxbatons arrived in great fashions, and we were all surprised to see Quidditch player Viktor Krum with the Durmstrang students. There was an obvious Veela from Beauxbatons school, we just didn’t know who it was. We just knew there was one.
    
Fred and George had been working on a way that they could enter the Tournament. On Halloween, Fred and George ran into the Great Hall with vials of the aging potion they had made this morning. I was sitting with Hermione near the Goblet of Fire.
    
"It's not going to work," Hermione singsongs, smirking. They're suddenly on either side of me, Fred next to Hermione and George next to me.
    
"Oh yeah?" Asks Fred.
    
"And why's that, Granger?" Asks George, smirking at her as well.
    
"You see that?" She asks, pointing to the golden ring around the Goblet of Fire. 
    
"Yeah," says Fred.
    
"That is an age line. Dumbledore drew it himself."
    
"So?" Shrugs Fred.
    
"So," she says, closing the book that she was reading, "A genius like Dumbledore couldn’t possibly be fooled by a dodge as pathetically dimwitted as an aging potion."
    
"But that's why it's so brilliant," says Fred.
    
"Because it's so pathetically dimwitted," sasses George, a proud smirk on his face. It gave me butterflies in my stomach. I play it cool, and I just roll my eyes at them. Fred and George stand back up then and walk so they're right in front of the Goblet of Fire. "Ready Fred?"
    
"Ready George!"
    
They pop open the Vials and cross their arms like a newly married couple taking a shot of alcohol and in unison they say, "Bottoms up!"
    
They then drank the potions and they did age, but their plan didn't work. They turned into very old men and ran out of the room as their names shot out of the fire at them. All in all, it was a great laugh in the end.
    
The Champion from Durmstrang was Viktor Krum, which made everyone cheer. The Champion from Beauxbatons was a young woman named Fleur Delacour. And all of the Hufflepuffs cheered very loudly when Cedric Diggory was called to be the Hogwarts Champion.
    
Just as everything seemed to be boiling down after all three of the champions were chosen, the goblet spit out one more name, and it did so unprovoked. Headmaster Dumbledore took the name and unfolded it and read it out loud. “Harry Potter.”
    
Silence took over the entire room. Harry Potter, how? He was only 14, how did he get past Dumbledore’s age line? How did he get his name in the goblet without Dumbledore’s magic rejecting it? The Weasey twins tried, and they were rejected right away. How did Harry manage that? It was the question on everyone’s mind right now as Harry awkwardly strutted over to Professor Dumbledore, took his name card from him, and then headed back to where he was sitting.
    
The three heads of the schools agreed that rules were rules and that since it had spit out Harry’s name, he had to participate in the Triwizard Tournament. Harry didn’t seem very happy about this. Over the next few days, everyone wanted to know how Harry did it. How he got his name into the goblet. He claimed to have no idea how his name got there, and he didn’t do it himself. I believed him, because I knew Harry, and Harry wouldn’t put his life at risk just to be popular in school. If he claimed he didn’t put his name into the goblet and that he didn’t know who did then I believe him.
    
Draco made buttons that read the phrase: