In the dimly lit Gryffindor Common Room, the flickering flames of the fireplace cast playful shadows on the stone walls, creating an atmosphere of warmth and comfort.It was a typical night at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, where laughter and camaraderie echoed among the students.However, unbeknownst to them, a dark plot was unfolding just beyond their reach.
Bartemius Crouch Jr., disguised as Mad-Eye Moody, had spent countless hours devising a plan to ensnare Harry Potter in the Triwizard Tournament.The Goblet of Fire, a powerful magical artifact, was the key to his scheme.On this fateful night, he intended to manipulate the Goblet to ensure Harry’s name would be drawn, thrusting him into the perilous competition.
As he approached the Goblet, Crouch Jr. felt a surge of anticipation.He carefully placed a piece of parchment with Harry's name upon it into the Goblet, whispering incantations under his breath.But the Goblet, imbued with ancient magic, had its own defensive mechanisms to thwart any foul play.As soon as the parchment touched the surface of the water, a sudden burst of energy erupted from the Goblet.Crouch Jr. staggered back, and a blinding light enveloped the room.
Meanwhile, in the Gryffindor Common Room, Harry was unwinding after a long day of classes.He sat on the plush sofa, engrossed in a book about Quidditch.A sudden rush of wind swept through the room, and Harry felt an odd tingling sensation ripple through his body.Before he could comprehend what was happening, he began to shrink, the world around him growing larger and more intimidating by the second.
His surroundings transformed into a labyrinth of oversized furniture.
Books that once seemed manageable now towered above him like monolithic structures.Harry was bewildered, his heart racing as he realized he had been diminished to the size of a mouse.Panic washed over him, but he quickly composed himself.He needed to figure out how to return to his normal size.
Just then, the portrait door swung open, and Ginny Weasley entered the Common Room, blissfully unaware of the chaos that had just transpired.She kicked off her flats, sending them clattering across the floor, and made her way toward the fireplace.Harry’s heart sank as he realized she was headed straight for him.
“Ginny, wait!” he called out, but his tiny voice was lost in the vastness of the room.He waved his arms frantically, but it was no use.She was too far away, her footsteps echoing like thunder.
He watched in horror as her foot descended, the world around him trembling with each step.
Just as he thought he would be crushed, Ginny’s foot landed right on top of him.A rush of pressure enveloped Harry, and he felt his body squish against the floor.In that moment, he thought he might disappear entirely.But fortune was oddly on his side; he slipped through a small hole in her stockings, falling into the fabric’s embrace and tumbling down into the darkness beneath her foot.
As he landed, Harry found himself trapped in the fabric of her tights, surrounded by warmth and the scent of cinnamon soap. Disoriented and frightened, he tried to regain his bearings, but the movement was relentless. Ginny continued walking, blissfully unaware of the tiny boy nestled beneath her foot. Harry felt the heat radiating from her skin, and every step sent vibrations through his shrunken body.
"What will I do now ?"
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