February 24th dawned bright and clear.
On the day the Second Trial began, Barty Crouch, who was supposed to serve as chief judge, failed to show up.
However, apart from the headmasters of the various magical schools, no one really cared that the mustachioed wizard had disappeared. Seriously, who spent all day watching a grim old man who looked as if he were owed a fortune?
"Because of Ministry business, Mister Crouch had to leave for an urgent work trip abroad, so he can't serve as chief judge for this Triwizard Tournament event. But never fear! We've invited the renowned alchemy master, Nicolas Flamel, to take over for Mr. Crouch!"
Bagman from the Department of Magical Sports and Games was once again serving as both master of ceremonies and on-field judge for the Second Trial. He seemed to have developed a real taste for hosting, and introduced the white-haired old man beside him to the crowd with a smile more enthusiastic than any professional's.
Flamel raised his hand in greeting, obligingly acknowledging the crowd.
"Clap, clap, clap."
Flamel was quite famous in England, and given how long he'd lived, the spectators offered him a warm round of applause.
Who cared about the chief judge, anyway? They weren't here to watch the judges. The "Champions" representing their respective schools were the real stars of the event, weren't they?
"Alright, alright, I can tell you're excited.
"Honestly, I'm excited too. After such a long wait, the Second Trial of the Triwizard Tournament is finally here.
"Do you remember the Champions' spectacular performances back in December?
"They were truly unforgettable.
"Miss Fleur from Beauxbatons used a clever spell to retrieve the Golden Egg, while Mr. Krum ultimately chose to withdraw. But who could deny that he had some of the finest flying skills