Aberforth and Akaltra(Part 3 of the Story)
John Fwitkey Potter looked out of the window. It was winter break for his son, Alastor Harry Fwitkey Potter and his daughter, Ariana Fwitkey Potter.
“Dad, why are bezoars useful in anti-poison potions?”
“Bezoars can destroy most poisons. Are you working on a report for Professor Gonzon?”
His son just shrugged and left the kitchen. He continued staring at his father’s and uncle’s graves in the backyard. His aunt was old as well. After his aunt would be his mother.
“Ariana! Are you just playing on that hologame of yours? Get to your winter break homework instantly! I’m opening school in 1 week!”
He went to do his duties as Head of the Order of Bellechenezang Isle Magic and Headmaster of Ilvermony Auror School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Quadruple Tournament of Magic would be expected during the second semester. It was a tournament of the 4 greatest Wizarding schools in Bellechenezang Isle besides Ilvermony School of Witchcraft and Wizardry and they were:
New Manhattan Academy of Magic
Austin Learning Center for Underage Wizards and Witches
Durmstrang Dark Arts Defense School
Brooklyn Center of Magic
He would be judging and the rest of the Ilvermony staff would be supervising. His cousin, Professor Alpaica Fwitkey Gonzon, would be writing down scores. There were 6 matches, so all of the next semester would be devoted to the tournament. The tournament came every 8 years and consisted of 6 tasks, Quidditch, fighting dragons, going underwater to retrieve a golden pearl, breaking into a building, dueling bots, and the last one was, dueling all by yourself against all kinds of dangers( not other people though).You got a chance to win up to fifty points on each task and for the last, 100 points. The reward for winning the most points was 10,000 Farsoons. Each school would bring all students in T.L.A.P.(Teacher Level Academic Pupils) to participate in the draft. Whoever passed the draft would go on to the tournament.
2 WEEKS LATER,
“Welcome to the Teacher Level Academic Pupils and the headmasters and headmistresses of your schools! If you’re participating in the draft, please submit your name, school, and headmaster or headmistress into the box labeled Participants and then come up to the Great Hall to be sent to your temporary dormitories.”, announced Headmaster Potter. The Quadruple Tournament of Magic was about to begin.
“Now, the contestants are,”, said John the next day,”Jennifer Crookleshast, Romulus Remus Lopi, Alastor Flitniss, and, Astor Brooklyn. Competitors are required to come out onto the Quidditch field for the rules of the tournament.”
Rules of the Quadruple Tournament of Magic
You will only use your wands and no more. You are not allowed to copy the ways of the other competitors, but you are to come to their aid if they need assistance. To request help, send sparks into the air. Once someone has sent up sparks, everyone must stop so that it is fair. If one does not stop, they will be immediately thrown from the tournament and their school disgraced for raising such a wizard/witch. They will be judged by points. Points for speed, condition, and wit. Any one that uses Dark Magic or attacks another will be sentenced to 3 months in Vanensamn. The prize is whatever the goal of the task is. Please acknowledge that once you are chosen, you aren’t allowed to withdraw. Your wand is your only weapon.
Once he was finished reading out the rules, John dismissed all the contestants and went up to the Headmaster’s office. He looked outside. The first task would be tomorrow.
The next day, everyone played fairly well at Quidditch and Romulus and Astor tied. Second place was Alastor and third was Jennifer. On the next task, Astor and Alastor tied. It was the same thing for the next 3 tasks. But on the fourth task, something happened.They were wandering around, looking for the Cup, when Astor send sparks into the air. Everyone stopped and waited. The whistle blew abd they continued their path. Suddenly 2 yells came from Astor and Alastor:
“We call off tournament! Astor is dead! A hooded figure killed him!”
They went up to the library.
“I’ve seen him somewhere in the battles of Hogwarts…right here! ‘The most Darkest wizard of all, Lord Voldemort.”
“Everyone is required to go to their dormitories.”, said a tired looking John Potter.
He went up to his office. Lord Voldemort? Returned? No, this must be one of his descendants. What was he going to do? Just then the window burst open and John Fwitkey Potter was dead.
TO BE CONTINUED