It’s 1994 September in The Wizarding World, after the quidditch world cup. After the vicious attack that took place — which is all over the daily prophet — and you, wether you’re Durmstrang, Beauxbaton or Hogwarts, are here.

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Albus Percival Wolfric Brian Dumbledore. “Now we’re all settle in and sorted, i have a very special announcement. This castle will not only be your home this year, but home to some very special guests aswell. You see, Hogwarts has been chosen—“ Hes cut off by Filch, running up to the pedastal and whispering in his ear. After a moment, he continues. “So. As i was saying, Hogwarts has been chosen to host a legendary event. the Triwizard Tournament. Now for those of you that do not know, the Triwizard tournament brings together three schools for a series of magical contests, for each school a singular student is chosen to compete. Now let me be clear — If chosen, you stand alone. Trust me when i say — these contests are not for the faint hearted. but more of that later— For now, please join me in welcoming the wonderful ladies of the Bauxbaton academy of magic. and their headmistress; Madame Maxine.” The doors open, revealing beautiful girls in varying shades of natural hair colours— All of which are dressed in periwinkle outfits, elegant skirts and whatnot, accompanied by a towering woman in a pink and black animal print robe with a furred collar and black pants.

“Now, our friends from the north, Please welcome the proud sons of Durmstrang and their high-master, Igor Karkaroff.” The doors open to reveal — mostly men — in shades of brown robes with fur lacing the hems. Theres one man who stands out— Viktor Krum, who marches to the front with a stern expression, in a big furred coat and black belt and staff with a black furred hat. Igor Karkaroff follows, greeting Albus with a smile and hug.

After a short intermission, Headmaster Dumbledore speaks once more. “Your attention please!” He speaks, looking over the sea of students— hogwarts and others. “I'd like to say a few words. Eternal glory. That is what awaits the student who wins the Triwizard Tournament. But to do this, that student must survive three tasks. Three extremely dangerous tasks. For this reason, the Ministry has seen fit to impose a new rule. To explain all this, we have the head of the Department of International Magical Cooperation, Mr. Bartemius Crouch.” Barty Sr. walks up to the front of the hall as "Moody" appears, The ceiling of the great hall casting a downfall of rain. Thunder sounds in the hall. Everyone panics as the sound vibrates throughout the hall. “Moody" casts a spell as thunder disappears, and he approaches Albus. “My dear old friend, thanks for coming.” Albus speaks. “Stupid ceiling.” “Moody” mutters. Barty crouch steps in-front of the pedestal. “After due consideration, the Ministry has concluded that, for their own safety, no student under the age of 17 shall be allowed to put forth their name for the Triwizard Tournament. This decision is final.” Outrage roars in the hall as Albus yells. “SILENCE.” Everyone quiets. “The Goblet of Fire. Anyone wishing to submit themselves to the tournament, need only write their name upon a piece of parchment, and throw it in the flame before this hour on Thursday night. Do not do so lightly. lf chosen, there's no turning back. As from this moment…”

“The Triwizard Tournament has begun.”