Harry Potter Promise NR.4 - Sex Stories

Harry Potter Promise NR.4

... telling them all to "Tuck in!" Conversation increased as the food appeared, and Harry found himself telling Seamus and Dean about his summer – an abridged version, of course – before he managed to steer the conversation elsewhere. Quidditch was safe enough, and the Weasleys dominated here, talking about the matches they had played on McGonagall's regulation sized pitch, which had all the Gryffindors laughing. Clearly, their head of house was obsessed – but then, they all knew that. She coveted the Quidditch Cup almost as much as Oliver Wood had. The rest of the group began to share their summers, and before they knew it, the meal was over, and Harry was feeling uncomfortably tired. Dumbledore stood up once more, spreading his arms wide. "Welcome back, to another year at Hogwarts! Now that you are all fed and watered –" "Why do I suddenly feel like a mule?" Harry muttered to Ginny, causing her to try and stifle her burst of laughter. Many people turned to look at them, and from the head table, McGonagall gave them a stern look, but someone who knew her would see the upturn of her lips. "–I have a few start of term announcements to make," Dumbledore continued over the interruption. "First of all, I would like to welcome Alastor Moody to our teaching staff. Professor Moody is a decorated Auror, and we are lucky to have him with us." Everyone clapped as the grizzled man stood up. Harry's first thought was that he wouldn't be winning any beauty pageants any time soon. One eye ...

... was heavily scarred, while the second appeared to be bright blue and whirling in every direction. He leaned heavily on the table, and sat back down almost immediately. Harry heard Ron talk about how his dad had had to help Moody out of a jam recently – something about attacking dustbins, and needing to obliviate a few muggles. "My next announcement!" Dumbledore called their attention back to him. "It is with sadness that I regrettably inform you that the Quidditch cup will not be taking place this year." A great shout rose out, but the headmaster just spoke over them. "Instead, Hogwarts will play host to an historic event. It is with great pleasure that I inform you that the Triwizard Tournament has been resurrected." "You're joking!" Fred Weasley shouted, drawing a laugh from the rest of the hall. Dumbledore's eyes twinkled. "I assure you, Mr. Weasley, I am quite serious. For those of you who do not know, the Triwizard Tournament was once a great contest that took place every few years, bringing three separate magical schools together to compete for glory and honor. I believe it was abandoned because of the high death toll, but for the last four years, our Ministry has been working with the Norwegian and French Ministries, and the result is what you will experience this year. Next month, Beaubaxton's Academy and Durmstrang Institute will be arriving with a pool of candidates. I expect that you will treat them with kindness and courtesy, as expected of the host school and ...