As Fred and George watched the two slips of parchment float out of the Goblet of Fire, they felt both puzzled and full of anticipation.
After all, according to their original plan, three slips of parchment should have floated out at this point.
Though baffled, all they could do now was hope that at least one of those two slips bore Draco Malfoy's name.
It would be good if the other was Harry Potter or David Lyle, too.
Draco Malfoy raised his eyebrows, a faint mixture of anticipation and nerves stirring inside him.
After all, he had sought out Fred and George in private yesterday, and they had guaranteed that he would become one of the Champions.
Yesterday, Harry Potter and David Lyle had also put their names into the Goblet of Fire alongside him.
Two slips of parchment meant that one of the three of them would be eliminated.
Harry Potter and Sirius Black felt somewhat differently.
Harry Potter wanted to be one of those chosen, even if something went wrong along the way and put him in danger.
Sirius Black, meanwhile, fervently hoped that the two names would be either his and Harry Potter's, or his and Draco Malfoy's.
If Harry Potter stayed out of it and Sirius entered instead, he had no objection whatsoever to taking action and showing those fellows what he could do.
Dumbledore caught the two falling slips of parchment and briefly fell into thought.
Madame Maxime, Ludo Bagman, Mad-Eye Moody, Severus Snape, Igor Karkaroff, and the others all looked incredulous.
Igor Karkaroff's mouth, in particular, began to twitch slightly.
He had a bad feeling.
What would happen if both of those slips bore Harry Potter's name?
Just last night, he had slipped over here while no one was watching and dropped Harry Potter's