Chapter 6.2- Doom Days

Still inaccurate, but at least less inaccurate than the tales that the reason my wand had chosen to bond so strongly to me was because of me being a descendant of Merlin as one of the Greek papers, The Oracle, had claimed.

I turned away from the news articles to the feedback I’d gotten from the castle itself. The wide berth that had come soon after the choosing of the champions had disappeared over time. Getting kicked out of the house had turned out to have done wonders for my popularity with the other houses that weren’t Gryffrindor. There was probably some stupid justification for it, but it was far from even the bottom of my list of priorities which is why I quickly moved on to the first task.

A dragon was one hell of an opponent, and even with a strategy in mind, I was still wary of the beast I was going to find myself drawn against. If canon played out exactly as it had in the original continuity, then I would be facing the Hungarian Horntail, the most ferocious, and most cunning of all the dragons. It would not easily be tricked by illusions or basic strategies. That was why the present plan was to lure it out of range of the nest with a series of transfigurations that threatened the nest with their attacks and forced the Dragon to lift itself to protect its eggs. The plan even had an element of having the divebombing trasfgured creatures following the dragon itself to bait it into distancing itself from the nest to protect its offspring.

Once it got far enough away, the next element was the Conjuvictus curse (or curses). The Horntail had exceptional vision to aid its hunting from the air, but the rest of its senses were shit for a dragon. At least according to Newt Scamander’s book they were. That hopefully meant that only blinding it would be enough for me to move to my goal. Of course, I had other plans within plans to deal with things if any aspect of the existing plan went wrong but that was for the future. The task was only one of the things I had to worry about.

I also had to think about the aftermath of this tournament. Barty Crouch Jr. would see Voldemort returned no matter what. That was how commited he was to the cause. That made him dangerous. And even worse he was here in the castle. That meant there were a million and one things he could do to fuck shit up the more time I gave him to be himself. That meant I needed to deal with him, and the sooner the better. A tentative schedule was in the aftermath of the first task. The good news is that Mcgonagall had already expressed a desire to see me for the task and since I knew that she would be asking me to return to classes so that would be a useful enough excuse to explain away my presence. Now, I just needed a way to explain his detection.