The Final Task

Lisbeth Evans is a student attending Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry currently in her sixth year. It is finally Hogwarts' turn to host the much anticipated Triwizard Tournament. But did the Tournament go too far this year? Will it ever let students compete again after Lisbeth does the unthinkable?

As for the competition, this is the kind of fanfic where you explore the life of a character only mentioned in the original story, but never had a chance to meet. In this case, this is about the last Triwizard tournament held before the one Harry Potter competes in, although I am tweaking the timeline from the 1700's to a much later year. I'm calling this SpinOff fanfic (original, I know). Hope you enjoy it :)


2. The Three Champions

The next few days were very tense. All the students were eagerly wolfing down their meals, in hope for Dippet to announce that the Goblet of Fire had finally chosen the three champions. After three full days, even Dippet was starting to show signs of worry. His end of dinner speeches were growing shorter and shorter. Lisbeth, however was beaming. The very next morning she jumped into Emilia's bed bouncing and shouting, waking up a few grumpy girls: 
"I did it! I put my name in the cup! Take that Penelope you evil, dumb quaffle licker!" 
"You what?" mumbled a blearly eyed Emilia 
"Put my name in the cup!" 
"What, how? You were in bed, I saw you" asked Emilia looking slightly more alert. 
"Well, um, I forgot my wand in the Great Hall so I got a teacher...Professor Belbridge to come with me because I only realised past curfew. I could not wait until morning because my armadillo still looks more like an artichoke when I try to transfigure it-" that part was true "-I needed practice. I had my name in my pocket so I finally put my name in while I was there!" Lisbeth took a deep breath to see if Emilia would believe her.
"See, it's not scary. You just put a piece of parchment into a cup. But I'm proud of you Lisbeth, I really am" Emilia mumbled finally giving back into sleep. 
Lisbeth was happy to find that Adrian and Leon were more enthusiastic about her little act of defiance.
"Looks like this little kitty can roar" remarked Adrian, giving her a heartwarming half smile. 
"Looks like we have our school champion, and we don't need the goblet to prove it" added Leon, moving his blonde fringe over to the side of his face "do you need any help with transfiguring the armadillo?" 
By age three Leon had already been nicking his parent's wands and began poking at bugs and caterpillars transfiguring them into small shiny marbles, hairy xylophones and walking matchsticks. By age five muggles had been finding giraffes instead of lemon trees in their backyards. It was finally decided he should go live with his squib grandmother who did not own anything remotely magical in her house, until he was accepted at Hogwarts.
"Yes, that would be wonderful. I heard armadillos are going to be in the N.E.W.T (Nastily Exhausting Wizarding Tests) exam." Answered Lisbeth 
The librarian Madam Weaver poked her head around the bookshelf, which she often did when she caught whiff of student couples. She was eyeing Adrian and Lisbeth distrustfully. 
"It's alright Madam Weaver, they are certainly not both in a relationship with me" said Adrian rather loudly, causing a few students some bookshelves back to let out a snigger. 
"You watch yourself, boy" said the librarian holding a finger up like a parent scolding a child. 
"So" Adrian whispered leaning in close to Lisbeth, his lips brushing her cheek making her shiver in delight "Prefects bath after dinner darling, we need to celebrate." 
"I'll bring the butterbeer" Lisbeth replied smiling. 
"Lets go, quidditch practice in ten minutes" said Leon rising from his seat and collecting his books.
"Bye" said Lisbeth quietly, watching the two Ravenclaw boys make their way out of the library. 

On the fourth day after the Goblet of Fire stopped taking names the students had noticed that the Goblet was placed in front of the staff table in the Great Hall and that Dippet was suddenly looking like his former self. During dinner Emilia wasn't behaving normally. She was unusually picky with what she ate and was being very careful not to drop any food onto her robes which were usually covered in stains by now. Her gaze constantly flickered away and could not keep a conversation with Lisbeth until she finally asked:
"Do you still have a bottle of that curling concoction?" 
"No, I used it up years ago." Lisbeth answered. She hadn't needed it since she realised that she only needed to think about having curly hair and instantaneously, she would have it. 
"Could you brew some more? I'm sick of having straight hair, it makes me look like Professor Porkins. Do you know how many times I've heard 'Professor, Professor what is the function of a dancing shrub root?'" 
"Yes, it's quite funny actually. Why can't you just buy some at Hogsmede?" 
"It makes my hair smell like Smogweed. I don't know if its because of the dye but I need to spray myself with perfume just to stop smelling like Bubotuber pus. Yours makes me smell like fresh pine." 
"Alright, sure" Lisbeth smiled proudly.
One thing she was very good at was Potions. In her spare time she went to the bathroom which used to be haunted by Moaning Myrtle until very recently. Moaning Myrtle seemed to have gone somewhere, but still nobody came in there to risk offending her. To the bathroom Lisbeth took her cauldron and some stolen Potions ingredients from Slughorn's storage cabinet and brewed various concoctions, remedies and solutions on her own. Lisbeth now keeps a book with all her creations in hopes to concoct something groundbreaking. 
"Settle down, my good students." Interrupted Dippet "the Goblet of Fire has whispered to me today that it has finally made a decision regarding the three champions. If your name is called, please make your way through to the trophy room where you will receive further details regarding the tournament. Let us begin." 
The Headmaster took out his long, thin wand and dimmed the lights until the Goblet of Fire was the brightest thing in the room. He then tapped the Goblet once with his wand and stood there waiting, his magnificent white beard gleaming in the darkness. The blue fire gave an almighty puff and out came three pieces of parchment. 
"This is it" whispered Emilia excitedly, her fingers crossed under the table. 
"The champion for Durmstrang." Dippet paused "Is...Danyil Stoyanov!" 
An uproar came from the Hufflepuff table where the Durmstrang were sitting. A handsome, lean figure made its way over to the cup where Dippet was standing. Only when he came up to the Goblet of Fire did Lisbeth recognise the tan, dark haired Durmstrang boy who had an impeccable jawline and pronounced cheekbones. He was the one who could not peel his eyes off Emilia. Lisbeth suddenly felt a pang of jealousy, which she felt guilty for immediately afterwards. She loved Adrian. 
"Quiet, please. Now the champion for Beauxbatons is...Jeanette Colombet!"
All of the Great Hall started to clap right away apart from the Beauxbatons who seemed to be a little stunned. Lisbeth could see why. The girl was no older than thirteen and was making her way excitedly down the hall, squealing something in French. She was small and skinny with thick, wavy chocolate brown hair and vibrant green eyes. The Beauxbatons Headmaster, a small grey haired man was looking worried and anxious. 
"And now finally, I shall reveal the Hogwarts champion who will bring eternal glory to our school. No bias intended" Dippet smiled at the Headmasters of Durmstrang and Beauxbatons. "The Hogwarts school champion is..." Dippet paused a little when he opened the parchment. 

"Lisbeth Evans" 


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