harry potter · hogwarts · friendship · magic · trio · yule ball · tournament of three wizards · loyalty · adventure · british
A misty fog cloaked Hogwarts in our fourth year. Dumbledore proclaimed the Triwizard Tournament, his voice ringing with solemn gravity: ‘You will stand alone.’ Then he invited the delegation from Beauxbatons. The doors swung wide, and Fleur, radiant, performed a graceful curtsy before the applauding hall. Ron, frozen in astonishment, muttered through the clamor: ‘Bloody hell!’