Chapter 23.1- Doom Days

“I forfeit. My magic is running low and I am still far from fully healed from my earlier duels,” She said the moment the referee blew the whistle to begin the duel, taking a step back and off the platform. I breathed a sigh of relief and nodded. She was right, off course. I doubted that Fleur would give me a good fight even if she had been at 100% but in her present state, it would be laughably easy for me to take her down. That meant I’d won all three of my duels and secured another thirty points.

Krum had beaten Fleur, and lost to both Cedric and Me. Ten points. Cedric had beaten Krum, lost to both me and Fleur- ten points. Fleur had only beaten Cedric, losing to Krum, and forfeiting against me- Ten points. That meant I’d be on 79 points, Fleur would be on Fifty-two, Diggory on thirty-nine, and Krum on Thirty-five. It wasn’t even close at this point. I had over double Diggory’s total.

Bagman started announcing the new point totals. I tuned him out and tried to make my ay to Fleur only for her to be escorted out by her half-giant Headmistress. She did give me a smile as she left so I assumed there was no bad blood there and returned to the castle. I had plans to make. Plans that would end up being very very expensive, it seemed.

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“Were you able to get it done?” Sirius looked oh so anxious as I walked into the Room of Requirement. It had been four days since the duels and we only had two more days until the ICW kicked off their meeting at the turn of the year. We’d be appealing on the very first day of the meeting since that was when the Supreme Mugwump was traditionally bound to ask if there was prior business to attend to.

“I was. I am now the proud holder of a portkey ticket for one adult to the Geneva.” I said with a smirk.

“And the other thing?” He asked almost impatiently. I could understand where he was coming from though so I didn’t take the rudeness to heart as I took out the trunk I’d spent the afternoon in Diagon searching for.

“Is it registered?”

“No. The maker was willing to accept a hundred galleons and the fact that he’d be doing me a favour to neglect that minor detail. I went back and obliviated him afterwards though” I said.

“How’d you get away with that? Surely he had wards” He whistled, clearly impressed.

“Anti-theft wards only work if you try to steal something. I went there to mess with him, not his property, so I didn’t trigger a thing. Probably says something about our values as a society that most people have wards to protect merchandise but not themselves” I said.

“Before you-know-who, people never really harmed each other. Sure, you had the story of minor robberies and the like down in Knockturne but crimes like murder and the likes never really had a place. With him gone, is it a surprise that people are returning to the same attitude?”