Harry Potter
When the brat-who-lived enters the backroom Cassius bites back a sigh.
“Did you come to bring us back?” asks Miss Delacour (‘Call me Fleur, please. We are gonna compete after all, better do it on friendly terms.’)
But Cassius already knows the answer.
Potter is white as a sheet, giving the best impersonation of a ghost Cassius has ever seen.
The kid got in trouble from day one.
The Dark Lord possessing a teacher? There goes Potter.
The Chamber of the Secrets is opened by a (once again) possessed student? Potter saves the day.
A werewolf gets loose on the Hogwarts grounds in an incident involving dementors and one of Great Britain’s most dangerous criminals? Well, the Slytherins had no actual proof, but they were 99% sure he had made an appearance there too.
So, a dangerous and potentially lethal tournament only for students of age? Here he comes.
As if on cue, the Hogwarts staff (and the two foreign Headmasters) arrive.
Cassius tunes out the following discussion.
He knows what’s gonna happen. Potter will have to compete. It’s a magically binding contract, no matter who wrote it, now Potter's name is there.
He sighs.
Being a Hogwarts champion suddenly became way less appealing.
Potter’s a Gryffindor after all.
And no one wants a Slytherin champion.