Harrys POV:

We sew four flying horses flying through the air, pulling a carriage coming in to land at Hogwarts. The crowds cheered as I leaned against one of the pillars with Hermione and Ron.

“Clear the runway.” Hagrid shouted.

“Well there's something you don't see every day.”

A large ship emerges from under the water and approaches, too.

“Now we're all settled in and sorted, I'd like to make an announcement. This castle will not only be your home this year but home to some very special guests as well. You see Hogwarts has been chosen…” Dumbledore started before Filch came into the Great Hall

Filch runs up the aisle limping in a comical way, he whispers something to Dumbledore and leaves in the same fashion.

“So Hogwarts has been chosen to host a legendary event. The Tri-Wizard tournament. Now, for those of you who do not know, the tri-wizard tournament brings together three schools for a series of magical contests. From each school, a single contestant is selected to compete. Now let me be clear, if chosen, you stand alone. And 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 lovely ladies of the Beauxbatons Academy of magic and their headmistress, Madam Maxime.”

A group of girls dressed in blue dance up the aisle and release butterflies into the air. They bow, and everyone applauds.

“Blimey, that's one big woman.” Seamus muttered.

“And now our friends from the north, please greet the proud sons of Durmstrang and the high master Igor Karkaroff.” Dumbledore introduces.

A series of older boys walk up the aisle brandishing bo staff, twirling them around and periodically stabbing them into the ground with a spark effect.

“Blimey it's him, Viktor Krum!” Ron shouted excitedly.

The boys breathe some fire.

“Albus!” Igor shouted happily.

“Igor.”

They embrace. I looked across the great hall and saw Remington and Draco talking. My mind goes fuzzy as I think about what happened on the train. I don’t know what I should do. There was too much going on in my head.

“Professor Dumbledore, my horses have traveled a long way. They will need to attend to.” Madam Maxime spoke in a thick French accent.

“Not to worry, Madame Maxime, our gamekeeper Hagrid's more than capable of seeing to them.”

“But you know Monsieur Hagrid, they drink only single malt whiskey.”

Professor Flitwick,seated next to Hagrid, yelps. Hagrid had stabbed a fork into his hand.

“You idiot!”

A few minutes go by, and we are eating and talking casually amongst ourselves as a group before Dumbledore stands up and clears his throat.

“Your attention, please! I would like to say a few words. Eternal glory, that is what awaits the student who wins the tri-wizard tournament. But to do this, that student must survive three tasks. Three extremely dangerous tasks.”

“Wicked.” Fred whispered to himself.

“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 magic cooperation, Mister Bartimus Crouch.”

Thunder roars overhead, rain begins leaking through the roof, and screams break out. A strange man stands in the doorway. He casts some magic upwards and seals the roof. Peace is restored.

“Bloody hell, it's Mad-Eye Moody.” Ron says with shock, looking past me.

“Alastor Moody? The aura.” Hermione questions, looking at Ron and then Mad-Eye before taking another look at Ron.

“He was a catcher. Half the cells in Azkaban are full thanks to him. He's supposed to be mad as a hatter, though these days.”

Mad-Eye enters the room and begins walking. He looked directly at me through his mechanical eye. I could feel his stare. He limps, breathing heavily as he goes.

“My dear old friend, thanks for coming.” Dumbledore says with a smile.

“That stupid roof.” Mad-Eye takes a drink.

“What's that he's drinking, do you suppose?”

“I don't know, but I don't think it's Pumpkin Juice.” I mumble.

“After much deliberation, the ministry has concluded that for their own safety, no student under the age of nineteen shall be allowed to put forth their name for the tri-wizard tournament. This decision is final.” Barty crouch said with a tone that said he didn’t want the attention on him.

The crowd is unsettled, and people are booing.

"That's rubbish! You don't know what you're doing!" George shouted.

"Silence!" Dumbledore shouts over the shouting.

Dumbledore casts magic over a box which melds into a goblet containing a blue flame.
   
"The goblet of fire. Anyone wishing to submit themselves for the tournament merely 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. If chosen, there's no turning back. Asofm this moment, the tri-wizard tournament has begun."