"Girls, boys, has everyone seen this big fellow behind me? The Tournament Committee specially recruited ten magical plant experts, who spent three months cultivating it specifically for this Triwizard Tournament. You can call it the Sky-Piercing Vine."
Bagman grinned so widely that his back teeth showed as he pointed at the towering plant behind him. "This is the objective of the fourth task you're about to begin. You need to climb to the very top. Of course, you can't see the top from here.
"But you need to know that you can't fly straight to the top, because you need to collect some things along the way. I won't tell you what you need to collect. You'll have to make that judgment yourselves.
"In light of certain contestants' previous performances, there will be limits on what each person can take this time, to prevent them from taking other champions' things and interfering with the task..."
At this point in Bagman's speech, everyone, including the spectators nearby-spectators could watch freely this time, with no stands, and could walk around the enormous plant as they pleased-heard what he said. Then every gaze fell on Harry.
What the hell are you looking at? Yeah, I did it. So what?
Harry looked utterly shameless. Not only was he not the slightest bit embarrassed, he even seemed rather smug.
That's right, the Tournament Committee added rules just for me. Tell me that isn't badass!
Anyone who knew Harry knew that, snarky as he was, he wouldn't care about those looks in the slightest. Hadn't they noticed that Gryffindor and all the third-, fourth-, and fifth-year students at Hogwarts barely reacted?
Even Bagman, who hoped Harry would win because of his gambling, was left rather speechless by the way Harry took pride in what should have