Percy PoV

"I will start by telling you about the arrangements made by the Ministry for the return of this mythical tournament!" Start Dumbledore.

Out of the corner of my eye, I see Moody taking out a flask and drinking.

Nothing surprising.
Since the beginning he has always had his flask with him.
Ron says it's because he doesn't want to drink anywhere else as a safety precaution.

There's a risk of poisoning all of this.

But I'm sure there's something else in that flask. After he drinks he always makes a face.

In any case I prefer my blue cola cherry.

I defer my attention to the director.

"... that's why there will be an age limit from now on, and that the games will be played in teams."

Oh no. I missed everything again. My ADHD is playing tricks on me.

"What did he say?" I ask Hermione next door.

"Didn't you listen?"

"I missed a few details."

"Basically, because of all the deaths that have taken place as a result of this event, it was decided that only major wizards are allowed to participate. The games will be played as a team. Two people per school. The winners will win a large sum of money and on top of that a world-wide fame. There will be a total of three events to complete."

"Oh I see."

The director continues.
"The champions will be drawn at random from among all the candidates by..."

He makes a big gesture with his arm, and the torches go out.
Then he raises his arms in a theatrical movement, and a blue flame starts dancing in a cup.

"... THE GOBLET OF FIRE!"

Wave of "oooooooooh".

"And for the cleverest among you, don't think you can fool this magical object. It's extremely powerful," adds the director as he glances at the twins.

"That's what we'll see!"Say them in the same voice.

"You will be able to put a piece of parchment with your name in the cup for two days, after which the selection will be made. If you don't have any questions, all I have to do is say good night!"

Chair scraping on the floor, and all students get up to go to their respective dormitories.

Once in the dormitory, I slip into my blankets, my head buzzing with thoughts of all kinds.

I take my watch off my wrist and put it on the dresser. Its regular ticking rocked me and I fell asleep.

The next day, I wake up, alone in the dormitory.
I look at the time.

8h44.

I hate it.
Even if there is a big event, the classes have not been trivialized.

So I am late for the first class in the morning.

Why didn't anyone wake me up?

"Why didn't you wake me up?"I ask Harry.

"We tried, but you weren't moving, and you were whispering in your sleep,"he answers me.

I had joined the makeover class.
Mcdonagale didn't seem to be there. Since the beginning of the year I had never seen her absent.

Strange.

Instead a cat was sitting on the desk, looking stern.
I had approached the cat who had not seen me.

Harry and Ron had nodded at me.
But I went anyway.

I patted the cat's head.
It turned into Mcdonagale.
So I found myself patting the professor's head, knocking her hat off.

"Oh uh... hello professor."
I had picked up his hat and handed it to him.

"Mr. Jackson. Last time you were late for my class."

"Yes, ma'am."

"And last time you touch my hat."

I had gone to sit without answering, too embarrassed, while my friends burst out laughing silently.

"How did she do that?"I had asked.

"She's an animagus, she can turn into an animal," Hermione answered without stopping laughing.

"Great. And why didn't you wake me up?"

"We tried, but you didn't wake up and you were whispering in your sleep."

"I was whispering? Did you understand what I was saying?"

"Something to do with a king of darkness, then with primordials or whatever,"Harry answers.

"Primordials?"asks Hermione, losing her smile. "What does that mean?"

"I don't know,"I answer.

I really didn't know. What could the King of Darkness mean? It can't be Voldemort, who calls himself the lord of darkness?

"Ding ding ding ding! Good deduction. You're beginning to understand who is going to be our great enemy."

"What do you mean, I'm beginning to understand?"

"You've become more powerful. Not powerful enough to worry him, but powerful enough to arouse his curiosity. So he's starting to want to keep an eye on you. Which means you're going to perceive his presence. Just as you felt the presence of Tartarus, Cronos, or Gaia."

"Wouldn't it be easier if you told me who he is?"

"Names have power. For the moment, he has very little interest in you. But when you know who he is, he will. And he'll want to know who you are too."

"All right, I get it."

First step: sign up for this tournament and go through with it.

Something tells me it's not going to be easy.

While we were in the big room, the Weasley twins arrived with scrolls in their hands, and two vials.

"An aging potion!"They clamor, proudly.

"It won't work," says Hermione.

"That's what we'll see, madam, I know everything!"

With these words, they drink their respective potions.
No visible change.

Then they jump into the circle around the fire bowl, without being expelled from it.

They utter a victorious cry and put their names in the cup.

But seconds later, their scrolls are spit out and the Weasleys are ejected from the perimeter, a long beard now covering their chins.

General hilarity.
Ron looks at the cup with envy.
"That I wish I could be a part of it."

Harry shrugs his shoulders.
"It's going to be nice just to be a spectator too."

Ron sighs.
"I don't understand you Percy. Why you don't participate."

"On that subject...,"I answer.

I get up and walk to the cup.

"He's going to do it, the bugger!" Say Ron surprised.

I grab my scroll between two fingers and flick it into the cup.

"That's it."

Harry looks at me with amusement, Ron with admiration mixed with jealousy and Hermione with astonishment.

"We'll see tomorrow if I'm selected!"

And with these words, I leave them and go out of the big room. I have a call Iris to make with my mother, I promised her.

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I hope this chapter you like!

Percy put his name down, and the rules are set!

See you in the next chapter to find out who will be the school champions!

In the meantime,
Stay cool, demigod 🔱😄

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