"What a boring time of year," sighed Rita Skeeter, dumping her bag onto its stand near her office desk. "June is just no fun at all, especially since I was supposed to be covering exciting new developments in the Magical Games and Sports department. Big joke, if you ask me. How was I to know that we are 'between seasons at the moment, dontchaknow, little lady?' NO. I most emphatically did not know that, thank you very much, mister ram-rod-straight whatever-your-name-was. Just see how your latest tournaments fare in the Daily Prophet after that patronizing display, then!"
The aggravated witch glared around her office as if daring each of her possessions to contradict her. Finding no worthy targets, Rita spitefully kicked off her five-inch stilettos and stalked out of the room, muttering "Nox" at the lamps and slamming the door behind her. As the latch loudly snicked shut, a peaceful silence crept into the open handbag, soothing the ruffled quill feathers of the pens within.
Rita's Quick-Quotes Quill, which had borne the brunt of the displaced anger all day, stretched gratefully. It dumped out the regular ink in its reservoir into Rita's regular travel inkwell. The forceful handling had resulted in air bubbles and blotching that made it feel vaguely unwell. Rubbing its nib dry on a spare bit of hide that had been placed in the bag for such use, the Quill gently nudged open its favorite amethyst bottle and drew a fresh supply of ink in preparation for...
Yes! There it was - the wonderful, if faint, sounds of recitation. Happily, the Quill opened up its hidden notebook and began to transcribe.
Dumbledore Cletus 30.It was at this point that the Quick-Quotes Quill did something it had never done voluntarily before - it slowly closed its notebook and deliberately ignored the ongoing whispering voice. The Triwizard Tournament: what an absolutely marvelous way for Rita to get back at that supercilious idiot from the Ministry. Hurriedly, it rummaged around in Rita's bag - there. Flipping haphazardly through the parchment pages, it at last came to the morning's interview notes. With renewed vigor, the Quill set to doing what it did best: enhancing and bringing out the emotion and conflict in any given situation, whether it existed or not. That Ministry official would pay, alright, especially once the public read about his utter humiliation at the hands of the French and Bulgarian ministries regarding the ongoing repercussions of the Triwizard Tournament of 1994. It would be delicious. Rita might be so pleased, she would let him have another notebook of his own!
"As I was saying," he said, smiling at the sea of students before I come all of him were still gazing transfixed at bad iMovie, "we are to have the honor of hosting very exciting event over the coming months, and event that it is not been out for a first century. It is my very great pleasure to inform you that the tri-Wizard tournament will be taking place at awkward to see her."
"You're joking!" Sanford we say lovely.
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"I am not joking, Mr. Weasley," he said, "don't know that you mention it, I did hear next one one over the summer about a drill, my head, and the leprechaun into a bar…"
Professor McGonagall in lovely.
Good earth Dash but maybe this is not the time... No..." Set Dumbledore, "Where was it? Oh yes, the drive with the tournament... Well, some of you will not know what this tournament involves, so I hope that those who do not forgive me for giving a short explanation, inch to wander freely.
What the driver was a tournament was for established 700 years ago as a friendly competition between the three largest European scores of the surgery: Hogwarts come over baton, enter a string. A champion was elected to represent each school, and the three champions competed in three magical tasks. Does the tournament once every five years, and it was generally agreed to be a most excellent way of establishing ties between young witches and wizards of different nationalities – until, that is, the death toll mounted size of the tournament was discontinued."
What does talk?" Hermione whispered, looking alarmed. But her anxiety did not seem to be shared by the majority of the students in the; many of them whispering excitedly to one another, and Terry I'm so smart more interested in hearing about the tournament than worrying about deaths in hundreds of years ago.
Could there been several attempts over the centuries to reinstate the tournament, "double tor continued, "none of which has been very successful. However, our own departments of international magical corporation and magical games and sports have decided that the time is right before another attempt. We have worked our do for this summer to ensure that this time, no champion will find him her self or her self in mortal danger.
"That's about Don and term Strang will be arriving with your shortlisted contenders in October, selection of the three champions will take place in Halloween. An emotional judge will decide which students are most worthy to compete for the drive was it, the glory of their school, and that was a Killians personal prize money."