The sun shone brightly over the Hogwarts grounds, where the lively chatter of students blended with the cheerful song of birds. The Triwizard Tournament was in full swing, and the air buzzed with excitement and anticipation. Beneath the shade of a great tree stood a young

Albus Dumbledore, observing the preparations. His auburn hair glimmered in the sunlight, and his blue eyes—bright with intelligence and curiosity—traced the lines of an old book resting on his lap. Though he appeared engrossed in reading, his gaze drifted now and then toward the bustling crowd before him.

Suddenly, something or someone caught his attention. A figure stood out amidst the throng, and Albus lifted his eyes, intrigued.