NABC Ch342- Triwizard
Ch342- Triwizard
Ch342- Triwizard
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The next morning, the quiet calm of Privet Drive was broken by the sound of the doorbell. Harry glanced up from the kitchen table, where he’d been reviewing a stack of parchment Misty had left for him—an assortment of updates from various ventures. Petunia, who was sipping her tea, raised an eyebrow at him but made no move to answer.
“Don’t look at me,” she said, setting her cup down. “If it’s one of your kind, they’re your responsibility.”@@@@
Harry rolled his eyes but stood, brushing off her lazy joke.
Opening the door, Harry saw Amelia and Susan stepping into the house. Petunia, noticing the Minister for Magic herself, quickly walked over with a welcoming smile. The two women exchanged a warm hug.
Susan, meanwhile, beamed as she hugged Harry, who returned it with a quick but firm pat on the back.
“Minister in our house! We’re honored,” Petunia teased lightly, glancing toward Amelia with raised eyebrows.
Amelia rolled her eyes, her no-nonsense demeanor softening just a little. “Petunia, drop the formalities. I am here to visit a friend."
Petunia smirked. “Ah, so I shouldn’t bother polishing the fine china?”
“Only if you’re serving tea,” Amelia replied smoothly. “I could use some after the chaos of last night.”
Harry stepped aside to let them in, closing the door behind them as the group moved toward the living room. Misty had already appeared silently and was placing a fresh pot of tea on the coffee table, accompanied by a neat plate of biscuits.
As Amelia took a seat on the sofa, Petunia poured the tea. Susan plopped down beside Harry, her posture more relaxed than her aunt’s.
“Merlin, last night was a mess,” Susan said, shaking her head as she grabbed a biscuit from the plate. She leaned back in her chair, still looking mildly rattled. “Luckily, the tent was warded, and we were oblivious to all of it. Hard to imagine what kind of chaos those troublemakers could’ve caused if we hadn’t been safe.”
Once inside the study, Harry shut the door, ensuring their conversation would remain private. The room was neat and simple, lined with shelves stacked with books and parchments. Amelia took a seat across from him. After a moment, she let out a heavy sigh, meeting Harry's gaze.
“You were right,” she began. “They’re bringing the Triwizard Tournament back.”
A few months ago, during the peak of her campaign, Harry had been one of Amelia’s strongest supporters. While most were hesitant to align themselves too closely with a candidate who wasn’t promising pureblood favoritism or pandering to entrenched families, Harry had backed her without hesitation. And with good reason. His support had paid off—Amelia Bones had taken the Minister's seat, and though her position was still politically fragile, Harry had someone in the Ministry he could rely on.
Harry had tipped her off early about the Triwizard Tournament’s return. Amelia, however, had explained that the preparations had been set in motion long before her appointment. Even if she had wanted to stop it, she didn’t yet wield enough influence to override decisions made by the previous administration. What Harry truly wanted, however, wasn’t for her to stop the tournament—he wanted her to keep him informed about every step of the process.
She finally broke the silence with a small smile. “You shouldn’t worry too much about the Triwizard Tournament, Harry. There will be an age limit this time—only those seventeen or older can participate.”
Harry raised an eyebrow, setting his cup down with a faint clink. “An age limit?” He didn’t press further. He already knew Voldemort’s plan to force him into the Triwizard Tournament, but there was no need to stop it. In fact, he had several reasons to participate. However, jumping in without assessing the situation first? That wasn’t his style. Shaking his head slightly, he let a small smile play on his lips. “That’s unfortunate, but I don’t exactly lack fame or fortune, do I?”
Amelia chuckled softly, leaning back in her chair. “True, you don’t. In fact, you’re the last person who needs to worry about gaining notoriety. So really, there’s no reason for you to participate at all.”
Harry leaned back in his chair, eyeing Amelia carefully. “So you brought me here because you want to keep it a secret?”
Amelia exhaled sharply and gave him a small nod. “Yes. Please keep it a secret, even from Susan.”
Without hesitation, Harry rose to his feet, his face neutral as he looked down at her. “I promise.”
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