The guidance chamber was smaller than Harry had expected, with stone walls that seemed to absorb sound and create an atmosphere of soft secrecy.
Harry stood awkwardly near the entrance, staring at the three 'legitimate' champions in front of him with rising anxiety. Fleur Delacour maintained her composure, though her eyebrows were slightly raised in curiosity.
Viktor Krum stood with his typical stoic expression, arms crossed over his chest, his eyes unreadable as they observed the unexpected newcomer. Cedric gave Harry a confused but not unfriendly nod of acknowledgment.
The silence stretched on.
Harry felt somewhat at a loss, his throat dry as parchment as he struggled to find words that might explain the inexplicable. He didn't know how the three champions would react when he revealed that he too had been selected by the Goblet of Fire.
But before he could gather the courage to break the uncomfortable silence with his stammered explanations, the sound of approaching voices and hurried footsteps came from the corridor behind him.
The door burst open with enough force to make it bang against the stone wall, and Harry turned around to see an absolute parade of powerful figures crowding into the already cramped chamber.
Dumbledore led the march, his usually peaceful expression clouded with concern and urgency. Behind him came Barty Crouch Sr., his face looking tired and haggard, the wrinkles around his eyes were deeper than they had been at the Quidditch World Cup. Ludo Bagman followed squeezing through the doorway, his usually jovial face showing signs of bewilderment.
Professor McGonagall also swept in. Her lips were pressed into the thinnest of lines. Madame Maxime ducked through the doorway. Her facial features had an expression of outrage that made her tall body even more intimidating.
Karkaroff slithered in last, his pale face twisted into an expression that managed to combine surprise, suspicion, and calculating malice in equal amount. His eyes darted between Harry and the other champions.
Almost everyone connected to the Triwizard Tournament had gathered in this small stone chamber.
Adrian was also of course mixed in among the crowd, though he maintained a position near the back.
"Well then," Ludo Bagman said after clearing his throat loudly to capture everyone's attention, his voice was unnaturally cheerful despite the obvious tension crackling through the air. "Let me explain the rather extraordinary situation we find ourselves facing this evening."
He looked at the three confused looking champions, stepped forward, placed his hand on Harry's shoulder, and said with a smile, "Just now, something quite unprecedented occurred in the Great Hall, The Goblet of Fire has selected a fourth champion,"
Bagman announced with forced enthusiasm, as if this were a wonderful surprise rather than a potential diplomatic disaster. "Harry Potter, also representing Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry."
The reaction was immediate and explosive.
Fleur immediately widened her eyes.
"Wait!" She exclaimed, her voice rising in pitch with indignation. "Are you seriously telling us... 'Ogwarts 'as two champions? Two students representing ze same school while we 'ave only one each?"
"That's absolutely correct," Bagman replied definitively.
Krum and Cedric also showed expressions of surprise.
"I don't think this is fair in the slightest," Madame Maxime said immediately focusing her gaze on Dumbledore. "What exactly does this mean, Dumbledore? You owe us all a reasonable explanation for this... irregularity."
"Ah, indeed," Karkaroff added from his position near the door, his voice dripping with sarcasm. A cold smile appeared on his lips. "Since 'Ogwarts 'as two champions competing, I believe Durmstrang and Beauxbatons should also receive additional competing slots to maintain balance."
"Hmm..." Dumbledore fell into thoughtful silence for a moment, his bright blue eyes moving thoughtfully between the gathered faces as he calculated possibilities and consequences.
Finally, he turned to Harry with the gentle gaze that had a way of making people feel simultaneously comforted and completely see-through.
"Harry," He said peacefully, "did you put your name into the Goblet of Fire? By any means whatsoever, directly or indirectly?"
Harry shook his head with desperate earnestness, his messy black hair falling across his forehead as he moved. "Professor, I swear I tried several times to get past the Age Line—you probably heard about my attempts from other students. But the magical barrier stopped me every single time. It would have been completely impossible for me to succeed!"
"Let's assume that's the case," Dumbledore nodded slightly and turned to address the group, spreading his hands in a gesture of openness and honesty.
"I think everyone should understand that even if Mr. Potter had somehow successfully put his name into the Goblet of Fire, the Goblet couldn't possibly select four champions under normal circumstances. So, the only logical explanation is that the Goblet of Fire, having been unused and sealed away for such a long period, has developed some form of magical malfunction..."
His words carried the weight of considered analysis, but even Dumbledore seemed less than entirely convinced by his own explanation.
"Malfunction?" Karkaroff interrupted with a cold laugh that sounded like hissing tone of a snake preparing to strike. "How remarkably convenient an excuse, Dumbledore. Are we really expected to believe that this ancient magical artifact, which has functioned perfectly for centuries, just happened to malfunction in a way that benefits Hogwarts specifically?"
"I can withdraw from the competition," Harry suddenly said, his voice diffusing through the tension.
Everyone was stunned and turned to look at Harry in surprise.
Harry took a deep breath and continued, "Since this is clearly some kind of accident or mistake, I can voluntarily give up my qualification to compete."
"Ah, now that's considerably more reasonable," Karkaroff said, his expression immediately softening as a predatory smile spread across his pale face.
Madame Maxime also nodded approvingly.
"That doesn't comply with the established regulations," Barty Crouch Sr. suddenly stepped forward, his voice cutting through the developing consensus.
"The competition must be conducted strictly according to the ancient rules and regulations that govern the Triwizard Tournament," He continued with mechanical precision, as if reciting from a legal text. "Anyone selected by the Goblet of Fire must compete to the fullest extent of their abilities. Withdrawal during the tournament is absolutely not permitted under any circumstances."
The room suddenly fell quiet. Karkaroff's smile froze on his face, while Madame Maxime frowned.
The next second, Karkaroff, seemingly unwilling to give up so easily on a solution that had appeared within his grasp, continued with desperate persistence.
"But surely this is different—this is our contestant voluntarily requesting to withdraw before the competition even…."
"I'm afraid withdrawal won't work under these circumstances," Adrian's voice suddenly rang out from his position near the back of the chamber.
Every head turned to look at him with surprise, since he had remained silent throughout the heated conversations.
"Everyone, let me remind you of something critically important that seems to have been overlooked in this discussion," He continued. "The Goblet of Fire's selection process involves ancient magic that creates binding magical contracts with the chosen champions. Any champion who voluntarily abandons the competition will suffer backlash from the contract magic."
"Backlash?" Harry asked with obvious alarm, his voice rising in pitch as new fears replaced his previous worries. He turned to face Adrian, his eyes wide with growing panic. "What kind of backlash? What would happen to me?"
"I don't know the specific details," Adrian replied with a slight shrug.
"This question would need to be asked to the Goblet of Fire's original creator, and unfortunately, that person has been dead for several centuries. The knowledge of the exact penalties has been lost to time.
But what we do know is that once you voluntarily withdraw from the competition, you will certainly be punished. Well... perhaps you'll be consumed by the magical fire within the Goblet of Fire..."
In fact, this was largely speculation based on his understanding of magical contracts and the fragmentary historical records available about previous tournaments. No one alive knew with certainty what the punishment for voluntary withdrawal would be, since the Goblet of Fire had been sealed away for such a long period, and information about its less useful functions was scarce.
But the speculation seemed probably true, and the potential consequences were real enough to make withdrawal an unacceptably dangerous option.
Harry immediately shuddered.
"Exactly correct. Professor Westeros is absolutely right about the nature of magical contracts," Crouch nodded approvingly, his expression showing the first signs of satisfaction they had seen from him all evening. "We cannot and must not treat any magical contract casually, especially one created by an artifact as powerful and ancient as the Goblet of Fire.
He continued expressionlessly, "The competition will proceed normally according to the established procedures, and all four selected champions will participate to the fullest extent required by their contracts. There is no question about this, and no further discussion is necessary or productive."
Adrian had expected Karkaroff to argue more persistently, perhaps to demand additional concessions or to threaten withdrawal of Durmstrang from the tournament. However, surprisingly, although the man had an expression of deep sourness that seemed to show he had bitten into something particularly unpleasant, he didn't voice any further objections to Harry's participation.
After considerable discussion that resolved nothing, Harry ultimately became an official champion of the Triwizard Tournament, even though both Beauxbatons and Durmstrang expressed dissatisfaction with the arrangement.
The next phase of the evening involved providing actual guidance to the four champions about what lay ahead of them, though the word "guidance" proved to be rather generous for what they actually received.
Barty Crouch mechanically explained some basic matters to the four young people. His delivery was utterly without emotion or warmth, as if he were reading from a particularly dry legal document rather than addressing teenagers who were about to risk their lives for the entertainment of others.
The first task would take place on November 24th and would be a test of courage. During the competition, champions must not accept any help from third parties...
It was, as Harry reflected bitterly, like being told to prepare for a journey without being informed whether they would be traveling by foot, by broomstick, or by dragon. The guidance was so vague as to be essentially useless for any practical preparation.
Well, saying this was effectively like saying nothing at all and almost no actual competition content was revealed, leaving the champions as much in the dark about their fate as they had been before the session began.
While Crouch was speaking in his emotionless murmur, Adrian found his attention drawn to the man's physical condition rather than his words. His face was haggard, with deep lines etched around his eyes and mouth. The dark circles under his eyes were so obvious they looked almost like bruises, indicating he probably hadn't enjoyed a proper night's sleep in weeks.
Obviously, his current physical and mental condition wasn't particularly good.
Of course, Adrian could understand the source of this deterioration without difficulty. After all, the incident at the Quidditch World Cup had occurred not that long ago, and Crouch must be under tremendous pressure from multiple sources.
The appearance of Death Eater activity at a major international event had undoubtedly sent shockwaves through the Ministry's upper echelons, and as the head of the Department of International Magical Cooperation, Crouch would be bearing the brunt of both the investigation and the political fallout.
Soon enough, Crouch finished delivering his minimal guidance with the same mechanical efficiency that had been in his entire presentation. The champions were left feeling more confused and anxious than they had been before receiving his "helpful" information.
He turned to Dumbledore with obvious relief at being able to conclude his official duties for the evening.
"Well then, I really must be going, Albus,"
"Oh, of course, Barty," Dumbledore replied with concern. "But are you quite certain you won't stay overnight here at Hogwarts? You look as though you could benefit from a proper meal and a full night's rest."
Crouch shook his head with mechanical denial.
"You know the Ministry is exceptionally busy right now with the aftermath of recent events, I've left young Weatherby temporarily in charge of my immediate responsibilities... He's very enthusiastic about his duties... frankly, perhaps overly enthusiastic in his eagerness to prove himself. I don't think I should be away from the office for too long, given the current crisis,"
He continued with resignation. "There are too many things that require my personal attention, and I can't afford to delegate the more sensitive matters to even the most capable subordinates."
"I certainly hope everything goes smoothly for you," Dumbledore said with a warm smile. "Would you like to use the Floo network from my office? It would be more comfortable than Apparating in your current state, and considerably more private than the public fireplaces."
"That would be most appreciated, thank you," Crouch replied with the first genuine gratitude he had shown all evening.
The news that Harry hadn't been disqualified as a champion and would indeed be competing in the Triwizard Tournament spread throughout Hogwarts with the speed and thoroughness that only school gossip could achieve.
By breakfast the following morning, there wasn't a single student in the castle who hadn't heard some version of the extraordinary events that had unfolded in the Great Hall.
The student's reaction to this unprecedented development varied intensely.
The Hufflepuff response was by far the most intense of all four houses. Some Hufflepuffs believed that Harry had stolen glory that rightfully belonged to Hogwarts' legitimate champion, Cedric Diggory.
The Gryffindor students, predictably, weren't particularly opposed to having one of their own as an additional champion. After all, Harry was something of a celebrity within their house, his academic performance might be just slightly inferior to Hermione's legendary achievements, but his exceptional Quidditch abilities and his history of facing dangerous situations with remarkable courage had earned him considerable respect and support.
Many Gryffindor students privately believed that if Harry were seventeen years old and officially eligible for the tournament, he would undoubtedly have become Hogwarts' primary champion, quite possibly surpassing even the popular and capable Cedric Diggory in the Goblet's assessment.
The Ravenclaw response was routinely analytical, with students debating the magical theory behind the Goblet's malfunction and speculating about the political and diplomatic consequences of having two Hogwarts champions.
Slytherin house, unsurprisingly, was almost unanimously opposed to Harry's participation, though their objections were based more on personal dislike and house rivalry than on abstract principles of fairness.
Many Slytherin students saw this as another example of Harry Potter receiving special treatment and attention that he hadn't earned through merit.
In any case, Harry found himself suddenly under tremendous pressure from multiple directions.
The weight of expectation from his supporters was nearly as crushing as the hostility from his critics, and the knowledge that he would soon be facing challenges designed for much older and more experienced wizards made every day feel like a countdown to potential disaster.
Fortunately, his two closest friends, Ron and Hermione, proved to be understanding and supportive when the full truth of the situation was explained to them.
Ron's initial reaction had been somewhat less than ideal—he was initially displeased and suspicious, thinking Harry had discovered some method of bypassing the Age Line behind his back and had chosen not to share this with his best friend.
The apparent betrayal stung more than the missed opportunity, meaning that Harry didn't trust him enough to include him in such a significant adventure.
However, when Harry took the time to explain in detail exactly what had happened—including his genuine confusion and terror, his attempt to withdraw from the competition, and his current trapped situation, Ron chose to believe his friend's account though he was still somewhat jealous.
Meanwhile, Adrian continued his investigation into the mystery of who might have tampered with the Goblet of Fire, though his list of prime suspects remained frustratingly short. Barty Crouch Sr. and Moody remained high on that list, despite the man's obvious exhaustion and apparent preoccupation with Ministry business.
Refusing to give up on his investigation despite the lack of clear evidence, Adrian made another attempt to observe Moody's condition and behavior, hoping to find some sign that his earlier assessment had been incorrect.
Unfortunately, this new observation yielded nothing new or useful.
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