"Forget it… I might as well write the rest of the future plot while I'm at it. Otherwise…" Edward hesitated for a moment, then eventually decided to write out the upcoming storyline in advance. If he didn't, he was genuinely worried he might forget what came next. After all, it had already been a long time since he last watched the Harry Potter movies, and to prevent his memory from becoming unreliable later on, Edward figured it was better to jot down the future parts of the plot as well.
And with the Azkaban storyline completed, the plot naturally moved into the Goblet of Fire.
Hogwarts was shrouded in a faint bluish-grey glow beneath the evening sky. Thirteen-year-old Harry Potter had never imagined that after what seemed like an ordinary Christmas holiday, his peaceful life would be utterly overturned.
At the time, Harry was still living at his aunt's house. Although he never liked that household, there wasn't anywhere else he could go. Sirius could have taken Harry in, but due to certain reasons, Harry still had to remain at his aunt's place. The very air in that house seemed saturated with some kind of ominous foreboding.
Suddenly, a searing, tearing pain shot through Harry's lightning-shaped scar. In his sleep, Harry writhed in agony as he seemed to glimpse strange images—blurred, yet unmistakably vivid. It was as though he had become someone else entirely, seeing these events unfold from another's warped perspective.
Dark within the corners of the Riddle House, Death Eater Barty Crouch Jr. mercilessly ended the life of the old gardener.
Summer sunlight shone over King's Cross Station, but Harry's mind remained shadowed by the bloody scenes imprinted upon his memory. He traveled with the Weasley family to Devon to watch the Quidditch World Cup—a journey meant to be full of celebration and joy.
Yet throughout it all, Harry could not shake the images he had seen. He didn't understand how he had witnessed them at all. By rights, he shouldn't have been able to. But those visions left him deeply unsettled.
This sequence also planted a foreshadowing: the reason Harry could see those visions in the first place was because a shard of Voldemort's soul resided within him.
Technically speaking, Harry himself was one of Voldemort's Horcruxes. Because of that, he could speak Parseltongue, and the visions he saw came from an accidental link formed between him and Voldemort—a shared perception that allowed him to witness what Voldemort could see.
When a hundred thousand witches and wizards gathered in the valley of Devon and the Irish and Bulgarian Quidditch teams clashed in the sky in a breathtaking duel, no one anticipated that this grand celebration would become the prologue to the rise of darkness.
That night, campfires reflected cheerful faces as Harry and his friends shared food and laughter. But suddenly, the sky split open with a crimson fissure, and a pitch-black airship drifted by—its silhouette ghostly against the glow of the Dark Mark.
Death Eaters surged up like specters from underground. Purple smoke twisted into sinister symbols across the dark sky. Harry instinctively raised his wand, terror awakening deep within him once more. When the Death Eaters used magic invisible to Muggles to slay the campground caretaker and then left without a trace, both Harry and the Weasleys realized that Voldemort seemed to be returning.
But strangely, the Ministry of Magic continued to deny and suppress such news, leaving Harry confused—just like everyone else. They didn't know that Minister Fudge was suppressing his own fear, refusing to acknowledge the truth. The British Ministry could only follow his orders.
Part of Fudge's denial came from the fact that he had lived through Voldemort's first reign of terror and feared him deeply. The other part came from Fudge's belief that Dumbledore was fabricating this news to expand his own influence in the wizarding world.
Once, Fudge had sincerely worked for the welfare of the wizarding community. But now he had fallen into the role of a puppet obsessed with power. He didn't want Voldemort's return to destabilize the Ministry. After all, Fudge knew clearly, once the news of Voldemort's revival spread, people would seek Dumbledore's guidance.
Dumbledore's reputation as the greatest wizard was forged through defeating two generations of Dark Lords. Naturally, Fudge refused to acknowledge Voldemort's return and continued avoiding the truth, dragging matters out until everything became irreparable. Edward felt that Voldemort's intimidation seemed a bit exaggerated, and comparing him to the first Dark Lord, Grindelwald, Edward believed Grindelwald was the stronger one.
Yet despite all this, nothing changed. The Ministry buried the news, and Harry, filled with fear and confusion, returned to Hogwarts—only to learn that the long-abandoned Triwizard Tournament would be revived.
The October winds echoed through Hogwarts's ancient halls. Banners representing Beauxbatons and Durmstrang hung in the great castle. The announcement of the Triwizard Tournament shattered a century of silence. This dangerous competition, suspended for many years, was being revived once more. When the masked judge Buckbeak flew over the stands, every student buzzed with excitement about this courageous contest—and through their discussions, the readers were introduced to the tournament's rules and format.
The Goblet of Fire, serving as the judge, was supposed to choose champions impartially, and its age restriction meant Harry and Ron could not even register. They were simply curious who Hogwarts's representative would be this year.
But when Harry's name suddenly burst from the flames, the hall erupted in deafening uproar. As the youngest competitor in history and one who wasn't even of age—Harry faced suspicion and isolation. Everyone believed he had cheated through some improper method.
Even Ron, once his closest friend, turned against him. "Who do you think you are? The Chosen One?" Those words pierced Harry's heart like a blade, making him realize that behind the supposed glory of this competition lurked dangers far greater than fame.
The first task was the Hungarian Horntail. The fire-breathing beast coiled before the dark cavern, the flames highlighting the champions' tense faces. Harry stood at the edge of the Forbidden Forest, terrified. He remembered how his father once used Transfiguration to turn into a chair to shirk responsibility—a shameful act—and wondered whether he, too, should cheat using the hint Dobby gave him.
But time was running out. Harry had no choice but to rely on himself. Casting Expecto Patronum felt harder than ever—he had to trace back to his happiest memories to draw strength from them.
In the end, using what he learned from the golden egg, Harry summoned his Firebolt with Accio and danced through the air with the blazing dragon. When he seized the egg, all of Hogwarts erupted in cheers for the scrawny boy.
Meanwhile, Ron's feelings were a tangle of envy, guilt, and pride.
The second task took place in the depths of the Black Lake. Once the golden egg's riddle was solved, Harry had to dive into the cold, dark water to rescue Ron and Gabrielle Delacour. He recalled Snape's insults in Potions class and the constant unfairness but in this moment, he finally understood the meaning of teamwork.
As gillyweed allowed his gills to open and breathe underwater, Harry sped through the icy currents. When he brought Ron and Gabrielle to the surface, the cheers he received taught him that being a hero wasn't about glory but about the courage to save others.
The third task took the champions into a deadly maze. Harry and Cedric fought off giant spiders and Dementor illusions, the lure of the trophy weaving with the maze's dangers. Ultimately, Harry reached the finish line alongside another competitor, and the moment they touched the Cup—
—fate whisked them away to Voldemort's father's graveyard.
There, Harry witnessed the terrifying ritual in which he had been chosen as the vessel for Voldemort's resurrection.
Poor Cedric was killed instantly by a curse, showing Harry the cruelty of Voldemort and the madness of the Death Eaters. Yet Harry didn't know this was merely the beginning.
Barty Crouch Jr. sliced Harry's fingertip and let the precious blood drip into a grotesque cauldron formed from bone and Wormtail's severed hand. With blood from his enemy and bone from his father, Voldemort fully revived.
The graveyard filled with oppressive evil. Voldemort's snake-like eyes and raspy voice announced his return. Facing Harry, the Dark Lord began a deadly duel.
At the critical moment, the echoes of Harry's parents appeared, shielding the boy destined to fight darkness. Through the Priori Incantatem phenomenon, Harry clashed with Voldemort and escaped with Cedric's body. When he returned to Hogwarts, the hall fell into a suffocating silence.
Dumbledore publicly declared Voldemort's return, but Minister Fudge dismissed it entirely for political reasons, insisting such a revival was impossible.
Harry later saw "Barty Crouch" appear on the Marauder's Map inside Snape's office, yet the person he encountered was Moody. Moody forcibly confiscated the map, and the magical eye in his office repeatedly rang alarms. That eye was designed to detect ill intentions—something that had previously only reacted to Pettigrew.
This made Harry suspect the professor.
Later, during class, Harry and others also noticed that Moody never warned them about the dangers of the Dark Arts. Instead, he eagerly demonstrated the Cruciatus Curse—using it on Neville, whose parents had suffered under that very spell. Students were puzzled and disturbed, believing this professor had serious issues.
Eventually, they discovered the flask Moody always carried was filled with Polyjuice Potion. Missing ingredients of African serpent bark and lacewing flies from Snape's private storage supported this suspicion.
Moody also reacted too quickly to Harry's name being chosen by the Goblet, even suggesting Confundus Charms immediately, as though he had expected it.
Finally, Dumbledore diverted the impostor by claiming he needed to examine the Goblet, then used Veritaserum to force a confession and rescued the real Moody from a magical trunk. The disguised man was exposed at last.
The impostor—Barty Crouch Jr., transformed into Alastor Moody revealed everything. He had tampered with the Goblet and orchestrated every step, all to ensure Voldemort's return. His chilling statement "I would do anything for power" explained why so many followed the Dark Lord.
The Goblet of Fire arc ended, and Voldemort had fully revived, laying the foundation for the story ahead. But as for how things would unfold… Edward rubbed his forehead. He remembered the later plot, but hadn't written it out.
After all, the next part involved the Order of the Phoenix. And with Voldemort's return, Fudge's behavior became increasingly detestable. Then there was Umbridge, a character Edward found disgusting just thinking about. Sometimes he didn't even want to write that section. He even considered simply letting Umbridge die under the Cruciatus Curse—after all, it was one of the Unforgivable Curses.
But honestly, wizards weren't very creative when it came to torture. Although the Cruciatus Curse was said to be the most unbearable pain in existence, such a literal description didn't exactly inspire fear.
It was like saying: "This is the scariest thing in the world."
Most people wouldn't really feel it. But if you made it concrete—say, turning it into Kayako from The Grudge—then most people would have a clearer sense of terror.
"What a headache…" Edward scratched his head. He still hadn't figured out how to modify this part, but he needed a method that could suit the Pokémon world—something that people in that world would truly consider terrifying. That would be the most effective approach. After all, Edward's primary audience was Pokémon-world viewers, not anyone else.
But since Edward himself wasn't very knowledgeable about horror, he figured he needed to ask others first. He wanted to know what people in the Pokémon world considered the most brutal form of torment.
That way, he could adjust the plot accordingly. Thinking this, Edward stood up, stretched, and yawned. But for now, he decided it was best to rest.
He lay down on the bed, feeling his exhaustion. Just as he turned his head, he saw a familiar figure of Kawamata Naoko, Kayako's younger sister standing beside him with a cheerful smile.
The corner of Edward's mouth twitched. This woman… did she not realize how terrifying that was? He had nearly punched her out of reflex a moment ago. This troublemaker was truly a nuisance.
(End of Chapter)