The First Task of the Triwizard Tournament
The stands were full, vibrating with frenzy. From Hogwarts students to students from other schools, everyone was looking forward to the first round of the Triwizard Tournament. The air was electrifying and the excitement palpable as participants were led into the specially set up arena, a vast open-air space decorated with ancient runes. Inside, a ferocious dragon, its eyes shining with rage, waited for its opponent.
Harry Potter was the star of the event, but for once, he wasn't in the spotlight because of his past exploits. No, today it was the recent revelation that captured all the attention.
The Weasley twins had made multiple attempts at seduction throughout the day, but Harry had totally ignored them, as if it was all child's play. Still, their gaze did not leave Harry, and their tricks became more and more daring. But Harry, deep in thought, paid no attention to these attempts, too focused on what was going to be one of the most difficult moments of his life: facing a dragon.
Lupin, seeing the scene, became livid. He had barely recovered from the previous revelation when here is Harry preparing to face such a fearsome beast.
"A dragon! What is this puppy thinking of doing?!" shouted Lupin, his voice trembling in panic.
McGonagall's eyes narrowed as he saw the scene. "He's going to kill himself!" she whispered between her teeth. "He has nothing left to prove, why is he putting himself in danger like this? Why doesn't he hide?"
In the arena, Harry showed no fear. He stood straight in front of the dragon, staring at his monster eyes with a defiant look. He didn't even seem to realize the danger, because in his mind, he was only concerned with one thing: magic.
At the moment, Harry felt something familiar, something deep inside him. It was not fear, but an inner strength that he had inherited from his mother. He remembered the stories of Lily Potter's magical protections.
Harry closed his eyes for a moment, focusing on the flow of magic from the blood that was bubbling inside him. He laid his hand on a runestone and, with absolute determination, traced symbols in the air. Blood flowed from his palm, and with unwavering concentration, he conjured invisible magical barriers around him, an ancient and powerful magic that he had never activated before.
The tribunes watched in silence, captive to the young sorcerer's every movement. The magic that emanated from him was impressive, almost disturbing, like an ancestral force imbued with his mother's blood. The dragon growled but suddenly found himself prevented from approaching, as if an invisible barrier prevented him from doing so.
Harry, as carefree as ever of the twins who sought to attract his attention, focused on the beast. Her hair flowing slightly under the effect of magic, an intense light emanated from her hands. His gaze remained expressionless, as if he did not even understand what he had just accomplished.
When the dragon rushed towards him, Harry looked away and dispelled the threat with a simple wave of his hand. He seemed almost relaxed, as if it was just a hobby for him.
"He's amazing," Hermione whispered, wide-eyed, still reeling from Harry's obvious unconsciousness about the twins.
Ron shook his head. "He doesn't even know how impressive he is."
On the teachers' side, the reactions were varied. Lupin, however, seemed to be on the verge of fainting.
"Harry... No... Not a dragon..." he murmured, his hand on his heart.
"It's blood magic," McGonagall wondered. I didn't think he could... But this magic is..."
"That's what his mother was doing at the time. He took over his mother's job," Flitwick whispered, looking thoughtful.
Lupin, lost in thought, no longer paid attention to what was going on around him. He seemed to see a ghost.
In the arena, Harry was finishing the task. He turned to the twins, still there, staring at him intensely, but he didn't notice anything. With a distracted wave of his hand, he gave them a friendly smile before leaving, looking indifferent.
The twins exchanged a desperate look as Lupin continued to struggle with reality and looked at the twins.
"It's just a phase..." murmured Lupin.
McGonagall looked at him, this time impressed by the extent of the denial. "Yes, Remus. Of course."
"Magic is the science of the soul." — Paracelsus