Magic Incarnate

Once more slipping into one of his animal forms Harry heads out of his found room and back to where the Goblet was now set up. Once he made sure no one was around he switched back into human form and summoned a quill and roll of parchment. Dumbles had said a person only had to write their name and school before placing it into the Goblet the thing was Harry technically was not enrolled in any of the schools. With a small shrug, he began to write his name followed by a list of every Magical place of learning he had been to in this reality in the order he had gone to them in.

Harry was about to put his roll of parchment into the Goblet when he stopped as he saw that there was an enchantment on the Magical Artifact. "Now that should not be there, it must be tough for you to do your job with that on you. Would you like me to remove it for you?" Harry asks running his hand over the stem of the goblet. He knew that if anyone would have heard him talking to the Goblet they would think he was strange, but during his travels, he had met a powerful Magic-user who had a skill that allowed them to talk to inanimate objects and the objects to respond back to them. It had been a shame that the ability had not been able to be taught cause it would have come in handy. Ever since Harry had seen the Magic in use he would talk to any object he had found that had been magically tampered with before he removed the magic, and he had found it actually made it easier to cleanse the object itself. Harry gently took the enchantment off the Goblet and examined it. It seemed that someone had wanted to make sure that the Goblet would only select a student that had a Light Core to become a Champion. As it only applied to students that attended Hogwarts it was not hard to figure out who had cast the spell. Harry did arch an eyebrow for the Goblet had some powerful Magical Protections which should have made such a spell unable to take hold. Sure he could most likely do it, but he had always found that no one seemed to have the same level of Magic he had, even in the other realms. A memory of a donkey-headed Dragon came to mind but that had been nothing but a dream he was sure of it.

Shaking his head of the strange dream Harry broke the spell he had taken from the Goblet. The results were instantaneous as the flame spouting from the Goblet changed from resembling that of a sputtering torch into the gentle flame burning within a fireplace. With his Mage-Sight showing him the Goblet was back to its original form and power Harry slipped his role of parchment into the fire. For a moment the flame turned pure white before it returned to its normal red which Harry saw as the Goblet accepting his wish to take part in the tournament. Having finished what he came to do Harry turned around and headed back to the Magical bedroom he had found. Finding such a room had not really surprised him for during his travels had found that most Magical Schools had rooms just like it within their grounds. Once he had made it back to his room he shifted his normal clothing into sleepwear before falling almost instantly to sleep.

Waking up the next morning Harry wrote a quick letter to Remus and Sirius about finally coming to Hogwarts as well as letting them know that he had submitted his name to take part in the Tournament. Due to his almost continuous traveling, Harry did not have any form of messenger bird, and not trusting the letter not to be read if he used one from the school Harry sent the message by summoning Tony to have it hand-delivered to the pair. Switching the clothing he was wearing to his other set, so he could clean the one he had worn the day before, he shifted the clothing into his preferred casual clothing and went down to the Great Hall.

Wanting to keep his Mage-Sight a secret like normal he would ask a student of the school to give him a tour. Having met one of Fleur's cousins yesterday he chooses her other cousin to be his guide. Seeing the students from Durmstrang at the table he bowed his head to them saying, "Good morning my friends." in Bulgarian before repeating it in English for the Hogwarts Students who did not seem to understand the language. Spotting Fleur's Cousin sitting across the table from Viktor he slipped into the spot right next to the blonde. "Good morning Heir Draco," Harry said taking up the blonde's hand and bringing it into a kiss only for the boy to pull it away.

"Who are you?" Draco asked arching an eyebrow.

"Ah sorry I sometimes forget the niceties I am Harry, Harry Potter, or H.P. if you want," he said lifting his hand as if to take off a hat. There was a gasp from the Hogwarts students as he actually made a hat appear in his hand during the gesture.

"How did you do that?" a girl with a pug-like nose asked for a few seats down.

"What? This?" Harry asked spinning his hand and making a bowler hat appear balanced on his fingers. "It is just a simple summoning spell I picked up during my travels. Now the reason I came over Heir Draco do you think you could give me a tour of this place?"

"Why me?" Draco asked.

"Well let's see I am friends with your Cousin Fleur, my Godfather is a relative of yours, and most importantly you appear to be a good and kind person," Harry said. For some reason, this caused the pug-nose girl as well as a pair of hulking boys seated on either side of her to let out a scoff. "Well you don't have to come if you don't want to," Harry said turning to them and smiling at them.

"Did you enter your name into the tournament?" Viktor asked in Bulgarian not being too confident with English to speak it around native speakers.

"Of course I did." Harry answered back, also in Bulgarian.

"That does not surprise me in the least," one of the Durmstrang students said with a chuckle.

"What doesn't?" the pug-nose girl asked, being one of the few nearby who could not speak Bulgarian.

"That H.P. put his name into the Goblet of fire," Vaslo explained.

"Have a high opinion of yourself don't you," one of the two hulking boys beside the pug-nose girl said.

"Not really I just like a challenge," Harry said shrugging his shoulders.  "Which I why I like to travel meeting new people and all that."

"Can't say you make a good impression dressed in those Muggle rags," the Pig nose girl said with a scoff.  The Durmstrang students around them caught the eyes of each other and smiled knowing what was coming.

"Oh these," Harry said plucking at his tee-shirt as a bit of magic caused them to change into a pair of high-end black robes with gold fastenings.  "I prefer my attire to be comfortable but I guess if you are one of the people who place a person's attire so highly I could wear these."  Every Hogwarts student around him mouths fell open seeing him easily change his clothes and a few began to gasp as he put the emblems of his family lines on the back.

"The Potter Line is connected to Gryffindor?  Why did you not come here when you were eleven?" an older Slytherin with a badge depicted the letters P on his left lapel asked.

"As I said I like to travel and it was nice to visit all the different schools.  What does your Badge mean?" Harry asked.

"Ah this," the student said plucking at his badge.  "At Hogwarts during a student's Fifth Year and above they can earn the position of Prefect.  To earn this position one has to have good grades and not too many detentions.  There are usually two in each of the Houses, per year a male, and a female.  Though there have been times where it has been two males, females, or even a Gender Neutral or Fluid that has held the rank.  When a student reaches their Seventh-Year the Four Heads of House, current Headmaster, and sometimes members of the School Board/Governors if a tie is needed to be settled, will pick students to take on the rank of Headboy, Headgirl, or Headmagical.  Usually, the person is chosen from the ranks of the Prefects, but on rare occasions, they are not.   In fact, the last time a Head student had not been Prefect had been James Potter.

"So what does that actually mean?" Harry asked having not come across this in any of the other Magical Schools he had attended.

"Well a Prefect, such as myself, can take points away from students that misbehave as well as assign detentions to members of their own house.  The Headstudents can give detentions to any student no matter the House they are in and are responsible for being the contact between the staff and the students as well as working out the schedule for the Prefects to patrol the halls around curfew.

"Fascinating and are you going to be entering the tournament?" Harry asked. 

"I am thinking about it, but not quite sure yet," the student said with a small laugh.

"Come on it might be fun," Harry said before turning to Draco seeing the other male had finished eating "So Heir Draco the tour?"

"Are you not going to eat anything?" Draco asked, "and it is Heir Malfoy, not Heir Draco."

"Good to know Heir Malfoy," Harry said as he put one of his hands into his oversized sleeves and pulled out a bag of beef jerky, and ate some.  "I have all the food I need, within my robes.  I found out it was the best thing to do when I ate some food at Koldovstoretz and became sick, so ever since then I had one of my family Elves keep me well stocked with food I handle," Harry explained.

"So apart from going the schools where have you been living?" the muscular dark-skinned male who had been sitting beside Draco, before Harry had sat between them, asked.

"Well I have mostly been attending classes all over the world, but the few times I have not I have stayed with my Magical Guardian," Harry said offering nothing more before turning to Draco and arching an eyebrow at the blonde.

"Fine I will give you a bloody tour," Draco said.  "As well as anyone else who wants it," he said turning to the gathered Durmstrang Students.

Once all the students were finished eating, apart from Harry, Draco got up along with his friends who he introduced as Blaise and Theo to begin the tour for the visiting students. Since it was closer the three Slytherins started with the dungeons and Potions classroom.  As the group left the hall the students from Beauxbatons started their own tour led by Luna.  Meanwhile, Ron looked horrified to see Harry Potter leave the Hall with Draco Malfoy and his friends.  Though they did not interact with each other that much Ron knew that Malfoy had to be a Death Eater like his father and was most likely pretending to become The-Boy-Who-Lived friend so he could turn him over to his Father.  "Let's forgo our normal study session and introduce ourselves to Harry," Ron suggested to his only friend. 

Hermione easily agreed for the night before after they had failed to get in contact with Professor Dumbledore Ron had shared with her, and his younger sister that he had plans to put his name in the Goblet of fire.  Having done research into the tournament's past at the start of the year she had tried to share with Ron the tragic past of the thing but he saw it as a way to gain some respect from their classmates at last.   Hermione followed Ron out of the hall as they slipped into the back of the Durmstrang group both wanting to make sure the Slytherins did not share any incorrect information during the tour to make their house better than it was.

Harry was a tad disappointed in Hogwarts as he was shown the Potions classroom.  As Draco and his friends let the group take a look at the Potions room Harry saw that while the store of ingredients was top-notch the bookcase contained volumes that were at the very least three to five years out of date.  At least the equipment all appeared to be in perfect working order Harry thought as he examined a set of brass scales.  He had to smile seeing that their tour had picked up some more Hogwarts students seeing a redheaded boy and a girl with bushy brown hair on the other side of the door.  At least there appeared to be some inter-house cooperation unlike the stories Remus and his Godfather told him about their time at this school.  Thinking that the pair would take over the tour later Harry just ignored the pair as they moved out of the way with the continuation of the tour.

The next couple of classrooms were just as bad, with every single book he came across being from no less than five years ago.  The only three exceptions were the books in History of Magic which were more geared to Goblin History than human history.  Even the Goblin's own school, Glorvantia, he had gone to had more Human history books than Hogwarts did.  In the Muggle Study class, the books all were from before the events of the Muggle's World War II.  The only classroom that had actual current volumes of books was located in the Defense Against the Dark Arts.  "Why does only your Defense class have up-to-date books?" Harry asked.

"What no all our books are up to date," the bushy-haired girl said busting into the room followed by the redheaded boy.

"Granger, Weasley what are you doing here?" Draco asked.

"We came to make sure you were giving our guest correct information and not," the redhead said.

"What are you saying about our class books?" the girl said rushing over to Harry and getting right into his face ignoring the blonde and redhead's conversation.

"Hello there," Harry said rather than answering her right away taking hold of her wrist and shaking her hand.  "I am Harry Potter but you can just call me H.P. most people do," he said shaking her hand vigorously much to the Hogwarts student's surprise.  "And I mean what I said from the spines of the books in the classrooms we had gone to most books in the rooms have been published no earlier than five years ago.  I realize they could be just old books held in the rooms and not the ones you have for your classes, but it still seems strange to me," Harry said letting go of the girl's hand who stood there in with her hand still out appearing to be in some sort of shock.  "And hello to you as well," he said going over and shaking the redhead's hand just as vigorously.

"Are you really the Boy-Who-Lived?" the boy asked.

"I think that applies to all of us in this room.  I mean we are all boys who have managed to live our lives up until this moment," Harry said still shaking the other's hand "well apart from your friend here obviously. She would be a girl who lived."

"I mean is your name really Harry Potter?" the redhead asked still shaking his arm up and down even though Harry had let go of his hand.

"All my life," Harry said with a smile seeing the stunned expression on the two newcomers' faces.   "You both look like you need to eat something," he said reaching into his pocket and pulling out a small paper bag.  "Jelly Baby?" he asked holding out the bag to them.  When the pair did not take a piece Harry shifted it to the others who at least took one piece of the offered candy.

"But what are you doing hanging out with the likes of them?" the redhead asked nodding to Draco, Blaise, Theo, and the older Perfect, who Harry had learned was named Marcus Flint.

"The likes of them," Harry said slowly as if testing the words out for himself.  "What do you mean?"

"Come on they are the kids of Death Eaters," the redhead said shaking his head at Harry.

"Death Eaters you say.  I don't think I have come across any type of magic like that," Harry said noticing his friends from Durmstrang biting their lips to stop themselves from laughing seeing Harry wind the boy up.

"It is not a type of magic," the redhead said in a tone that clearly conveyed that he thought Harry was an idiot.  "It is the name of evil Magicals who followed You-Know-Who."

"No who?" Harry asked seeing Fleur's cousin and his friends now trying to hold back their laughter as well.

"You Know the man who killed your parents," the redhead said.

"Is that true?  Were one of you responsible for killing my parents when you were little kids?" Harry asked in mock outrage at the group of Hogwarts students who had a snake symbol on their robes.

"Oh yes," Draco answered in a teasing tone getting in on it.  "I somehow found you when I was a little over a year old and blasted two fully trained Magicals to death with my skill for I am Lady Magic come to life after all."

"Oh well then you must have had a good reason to do that, your Ladyship," Harry said using his magic to shift his outfit into rags as he bent a knee before the blonde.  He could not long hold his solemn demeanor as he started to laugh shifting back into his casual clothing.  "See how silly it is, for even if their parents had been these so-called Death Eaters it has nothing to do with them.  If a person's future was only determined by their Parents' past deeds I might not have been born for my Mother was a Muggle, so if she followed her parents she never would have come here to learn magic and meet my Father."

"But," the redhead protested.

"No buts, they are all good their auras are as bright as yours is.  Everyone in this room has some darkness in their auras but all of you are manly bright," Harry said.

"Aura?" Draco asked.

"Oh yeah H.P. had picked up a skill that let him read others' auras or Magical Cores if you like," Vaslo explained.

"How did you learn that?" the bushy-haired Witch asked finally speaking up since he had shaken her hand.

"Don't rightly know it just happened one day when I was studying with a herd of Centaurs who had set up a commune behind a Magical Barrier in Iowa," Harry said with a shrug.  "I have found it is a good skill to have once a person has learned to interpret it.  The auras I see, according to the Herd's Elder, are more aligned with how the person would treat me or my friends.  Word of warning Heir Malfoy that girl with the slight piggish nose and the two hulking boys on either side of her are not to be trusted."

"As if I did not already know that, but thanks," Draco said with a slight bow.

"Are our books really out of date?" the bushy-haired Witch asked pulling out a book from her overstuffed bag.  Seeing it was a Transfigurations book he reached into his pocket and pulled out his own copy.

"It seems they are, see you are using the fourth edition while my copy is the sixth edition," Harry said.

"How did you do that?" the girl asked.

"What?" Harry asked confused.

"Pull out a book that is too big to fit in your pocket without casting a growing or shrinking charm on it?" she asked.

"Oh, when I was younger I had a tutor who showed me something he called transdimensional pockets or having something bigger than it is on the inside.  I am sure you have seen the same type of spell before I know that most school trunks have such spells on them," he said.

"Yes on a trunk but never on a bit of clothing," Draco pointed out.

"It does not matter what the pockets are placed in, or is it placed on?" he asked himself. "Anyway the theory behind them would still work.  Here let me show you.  Ah, here we go this will do," Harry said picking up an old ink well on the floor.  Placing it onto one of the desks he fed some magic into it creating the pocket.  Once he was finished he put both Transfiguration books into the object as well as several desks and chairs.  "See a pocket and be used on anything," he said as he pulled all the items out again and put them back in their proper place.

"But you did not even say a spell or anything," the redhead said sounding amazed.

"Oh yeah sorry about that force of habit," Harry said rubbing the back of his neck.

"Force of habit, you perform silent casting and you call it a force of habit," the girl said also amazed.

"Well, that and wandless magic are some of the first lessons one learned when going to Mahooutokoro, which was the first Magical school I went to," Harry explained.

"The first how many have you gone to?" Theo asked.

"Well since I am here at Hogwarts it brings my total up to all eleven of the major Human Magical schools, but I also spent some time in some of the minor ones, some more suited to Magical Creatures such as the Goblin's school Glorvantia.  So in total, I think I am on my either twenty-ninth no thirtieth place I studied Magic, which all depends on if you think studying alone with a Master applies," Harry said making both Hogwarts and Durmstrang students alike look at him in utter shock.

"Bloody hell," the redhead said being the first to find his voice.

"You are just fourteen right?" Blaise asked.

"Oh yeah I am fourteen and I only started when I was eight, but I never really stayed a full year at any of them apart from Mahooutokoro," Harry said.

"But why?" Marcus asked.

"Just like my reasoning for entering the tournament I like a challenge, but I also love to learn.  Having not wanted to just learn from a single source thinking it would be too narrow," Harry answered.

"Man must be great to have so much money you could waste it on just traveling the world to learn," the redhead muttered under his breath.  Harry only heard him thanks to training with a Ranger friend of Gandalf, had long ago picked up a skill to hear almost anything that happened around him when he so choose to.  And due to how the redhead had got on the four snake students cases Harry had been doing it since the boy first spoke.  Just as a safety precaution in case the redhead muttered a spell and aimed it at Draco and the others.  He was glad the boy had not spoken aloud meaning he did not have to answer the statement considering he actually rarely spent money on travel mostly a form of his Realm Walking skill to move instantaneously from place to place.

Rather than respond to the redheads muttering Harry decides to change the subject a little as he asked, "So you seem to know me and I assume as classmates at this school you know each other but for those of us that are just visiting who are you two?" 

"Oh sorry I am Hermione Granger and this is Ron Weasley," the bushy-haired Witch said with a slight blush.

"Granger, Granger any relation to Malcolm Granger the Magical Historian in America?" he asked.

"I doubt it I am just a Muggleborn," she said making Harry notice Ron glaring at him slightly as if gauging his reaction to the information.

"So?" Harry asked.

"So? So what?  I am a Muggleborn so I have no Magical Relatives," she said bristling slightly.

"Wow," Vaslo said as Harry and the Durmstrang students chortled slightly.

"What is so funny?" Ron asked as Harry noticed the boy's ears turn as red as his hair and he makes a fist with both his hands.

"Well from some studies a so-called Muggleborn is just a child from a Squib line who has their magic awakened," Viktor said in a slow voice wanting to make sure he said it correctly in English.

"Really?" all six Hogwarts asked at once.

"Really and if you want I can see how far back your family line lost its connection to Magic with reading your aura," Harry offered.

Hermione instantly agreed and followed Harry's instructions, with a small bit of hesitation, to sit on top of the teacher's desk with her legs crossed as she sat before her in the same way.  The others looked on as Harry took hold of Hermione's left hand with his right looking as if he was feeling for her pulse while he used his left hand to lift her right one so it was eye level with him.  Having her hold her hand flat he looked down her arm letting his Mage-Site help read her aura.  "Well, it seems that your family line became Squibs rather recently for according to your aura it has to have happened no later than your Great-Grandparents.  I also see some traces of your family Magic that matches another student I have seen at this school," Harry explained.

"Who?" Hermione, Ron, and Draco asked at the same time.

"Well I don't know their name but they were sitting at the table with the yellow and black napkins and table cloths at dinner last night," he said.

"So a Hufflepuff.  Was it a male or female around the same age we are our younger maybe older?" Hermione asked.

"Um well unless I am trying to get a specific read on a person I don't pay that much attention, but the aura appeared to come from a group of students around our age," Harry said.

"Maybe we can find them and you can point them out to me if we continue the tour," Hermione said her voice filled with hope at the idea of finding some living Magical family members at Hogwarts.  She was so excited by the prospect that the normally quiet bookwork had grabbed Harry's hand and pulled him out of the room before anyone said a single thing.  The group of Durmstrang students quickly followed leaving Ron, Draco, and the others to trail behind them.

Hermione's tour style was more telling Harry about the schools' history as it happened in certain locations based on what was written in Hogwarts: a History.  And while that might seem boring for someone who was just trying to get a feel of where everything was located she did lead Harry and the Durmstrang students to more than just classroom after classroom.  Including introducing them visiting students to several inhabitants of the Magical Portraits that lined many of the walls of the castle.  At one point the girl inadvertently showed off the entrance to Gryffindor Tower, at least to Harry who had heard stories of the place from Remus and Sirius.  "And this is the Fat Lady," Hermione said indicating the woman dressed in a toga that indicated the woman might have lived in Ancient Rome.

"Surely that can not be her name," one of the Durmstrang students said.

"Milady are you by chance a relation to Maple Leblanc?" Harry asked noticing a slight family resemblance between her and one of the Magical Law Professors from Beauxbatons.

The woman held a small glass goblet up to her mouth seeming to pause to think before she walked out the side of her frame, but not into a nearby one meaning she had gone to visit another one of her own portraits.  "It seems I am, she is my great to the nth degree Granddaughter." the woman said.

"May I ask you your name Milady?" he asked startling not only her but Ron and Hermione as well.

"Why it has been an age since someone asked me that," she said beaming at him with joy and tear-filled eyes.  "My name is Sallieseo Martain de Fransoia Chebena, but you call me Sally," she said.

"Well it is very nice to meet you, Sally," Harry said with a bow at her making her blush a little.

Harry and the others, while running into various students and staff wandering around Hogwarts, had not run into the Hufflepuff student he had noted had a close family Aura to Hermione by the time they all headed down to supper and the announcement of the Champions.  This time when he got back to the Great Hall Harry chose to sit at the same table as Ron and Hermione as they pointed out to Harry Ron's older twin brothers and younger sister.  As Harry had not had any stomach issues that day for eating the food at the feast last night he saw that his stomach could handle the food here.  So rather than snacking on the food held in one of his pockets, he tucked into the provided food, though avoiding the pumpkin juice.  He knew he had liked it when he had was younger and had started to visit all the schools but in America, he tried a pumpkin spiced coffee and had lost the taste for any drink containing pumpkin.

Chatting with Ron and Hermione, and pointing out the group of students which contained Hermione's distant Magical relative Harry did not notice that most people were wanting the feast to end to find out the Champions.  Harry only notice it was time for the selection as the ambient light in the hall became lower until the only light was from the Goblet itself and the two fireplaces on opposite sides of the hall.  A hush fell over the gathered students and staff in the hall as the flames turned baby blue before shooting a scrap of parchment into the air.  Dumbles caught it before calling out, "The Champion for Beauxbatons is Madam Fleur Delacour."  As the blonde quarter-Veela left the hall most of the men, and some of the women watched her pass with thunderous applause.  Inwardly Harry shook his head having long ago found out that both the conscious and subconscious Allure that anyone with Veela blood put out had no impact on him whatsoever.  The only real thing that got his blood pumping was learning something new, not that he could not see that some people were good-looking, thinking, or were rather kind none of it really appealed to him at all.

Harry was broke from his thoughts as the flames on the Goblet turned a deep blazing red as a jagged bit of parchment shot out and caught before Dumbles called out, "The Champion for Durmstrang is Viktor Krum."  Once more students, both male, and female admired Krum's form as he slunk off to the side room Fleur had gone into.  This was more to Viktor's powerful body from all the Quidditch training he did, but it still did not interest Harry at all.  Though he did enjoy the debates he had had with Viktor on the various subjects since he had been at Durmstrang having found the Quidditch star had a right and ready mind.

The hall had fallen into, what seemed to Harry as an unnatural, silence as the Hogwarts students waited with bated breath to find out the name of their Champion.  The Goblet's flame turned white-hot as a scrap of paper in a perfect, if singed, square as Dumbles called out.  "And finally the Hogwarts Champion is Cedric Diggory."  Thunderous applause crashed outward from the table where Hermione's Magical relative was at.  But the student known as Cedric had hardly left his seat before a cry of pain was heard from the staff table.  Everyone turned to look to find the page that Dumbles had just read from was glowing bright red and appeared to be hurting the old fool.  "Fine, fine just a little joke the real Champion for Hogwarts is Marcus Flint."  The page immediately turned back to its original color as it fell from the man's hands.  As Dumbles waved his hands about as if to air dry, or in this case cool, them a stern-looking Witch, that Hermione leaned over and informed him was Professor McGonagall the Deputy Headmistress, picked up the parchment. 

The whole hall looked up at Professor McGonagall with Cedric still halfway out of his seat and Marcus having a slight proud look on his face.  "It seems Professor Dumbledore was right the second time the Hogwarts Champion is Heir Flint," she called out as Cedric with a mixture of anger and sadness on his face returned to his seat, where the people around him gently patted his back.

Dumbledore began a speech, still minutely flapping his hands around, saying they all had a job to do in supporting their Champions.  But as he spoke the Goblet rather than having gone out and blazed into a rainbow-colored flame before something shot out of it.  Harry could only smile as he saw the roll of parchment he had put into the Goblet last night.  Dumbles let out an "oomph" as he caught the parchment, letting Harry and anyone paying attention see that the man's hands were now covered in burns.  "It seems that we have a Fourth Champion representing," Dumbles said gulping as he read the list of Magical teaching locations on the roll of parchment right above the name.  If the magic of the Goblet did not make sure he kept the item in his hands until he called out the Champion's name he was sure he would have dropped the roll. "Well, it seems we have a Fourth Champion in one Harry Potter."  The hall erupted into noise as the Hogwarts students heard Harry Potter had finally shown up at the school while the visiting students, apart from the few he had told were equally shocked.

Thinking he should give them a show, Harry changed his clothing into a rainbow-colored robe, matching the flame that the Goblet had used before releasing his name, he stood up and neither hurried nor walked slowly out of the room to meet with his fellow Champions.  He keeps his face impassive as the majority in the hall, who he had not informed of his real name in the last day stared in shocked silence at him.  He almost wanted to skip but thought that would be too much.  Though as he opened the door to the side room he did turn back to the crowd and gave them all a jaunty wave of his right hand.