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"You'll head over to that building and have Mr. Potter's wand weighed, as well as his uniform examined for any illegal charms. Once that's over, you'll be given a competitors badge, it'll inform you where you need to be and when, so as long as you pay attention to it you can enjoy the festivities. Good luck!" The official at the table said, before waving them along.
Following their instructions, Harry and Flitwick arrived at the wand weighing building, where the was a small line that had formed for wand checks.
"Merlin's beard, is that you Filius?" A voice from the crowd called out. Harry and Flitwick turned in the direction of the voice, and a broad smile crossed Flitwick's face.
"Jean-Paul Delacour! I haven't seen you in many years." Professor Flitwick said, accepting the hug the very tall man was giving him. Jean-Paul was exceptionally tall for a normal man, standing just under two meters tall. His face seemed friendly, with average length grey-brown hair framing it.
"It has been quite a while hasn't it? Who's this young man here?" Jean-Paul asked, looking to Harry.
"This is my newest dueling student, Harry Potter. He's got quite the future ahead of him I think. This will be his first competition." Flitwick said, patting Harry on the back.
"Pleasure to meet you sir." Harry said, offering his hand to the taller man.
"Pleasure's all mine. Jean-Paul Delacour. My dueling instructor used to train alongside Filius. In some ways I might be Filius' first student myself." Jean-Paul said with a laugh.
"Oh yes, Baptiste and I trained together for many years. When he said he was taking a student I was simply floored. Jean-Paul here however proved to be very capable though. I was so sorry to hear he passed, and even more sorry I couldn't take the time off work to make it to his funeral." Flitwick said, a look of profound sadness crossing his face.
"Yes, it was hard, but he got his wishes. He had his ashes scattered beneath the ash tree at Beauxbatons." Jean-Paul said, a similar sadness crossing his face.
"Enough of the sad talk, we both know Baptiste would rather us be excited about the tournament coming up. Speaking of which, are you competing? I thought you retired a number of years ago?" Flitwick asked.
"I did, I'm here as a trainer. My eldest, Fleur, apparently took more after me than I realized, and has been dueling her way through the Beauxbatons dueling club faster than they can keep up with her. We were here for last year's tournament where she managed top eight in the Hippogriff Cup. She's hoping to grab first this year." Jean-Paul said, a look of pride on his face.
"Oh wonderful! I'm happy that your legacy shall live on. Where is the young lass?" Flitwick asked, looking around.
"She's walking over here now, she was just finishing up registration. I saw you and had to come by." Jean-Paul said.
"Papa, iz this ze Mr. Flitwick you have spoken about?" a young girl, presumably Fleur, asked. She was an exceptionally pretty girl, with a smooth face and long platinum blonde hair currently done in a braid that hung in front of her shoulder. Her dueling armor was also quite the spectacle to see. She wore a white sleeveless gambeson, with a leather skirt not dissimilar to a roman legionnaire. On one shoulder was a metal pauldron formed to resemble the head of an eagle. Beneath the skirt were a set of black trousers that appeared to have extra padding around the knees.
"Yes my flower, this is Filius Flitwick, and his newest protege, Harry Potter." Jean-Paul said.
"It iz a pleasure to meet you both." Fleur said, performing a small curtsey.
"Likewise Ms. Delacour." Flitwick said.
"Nice to meet you." Harry said, nervously scratching the back of his head. Meeting new people was kind of stressful.
"I take it you are competing Mr. Potter?" Fleur asked, looking to Harry.
"Yes I am, this'll be my first competition. The official said I'll be in the Pegasus Cup, so I won't have to worry about you mopping the floor with me." Harry said, causing himself and Fleur to chuckle.
"Wonderful, perhapz you will take the top zlot. I never managed it, some boy from Bulgaria managed to beat me both years. I believe I have the upper hand thiz year though." Fleur said, a confidence blazing inside of her. Had Harry not known better, he would believe that her hair was beginning to glow faintly.
"Well, I wish you luck. I know I'm going to need it. I'm sure several of my opponents will have been training for years, while I only started relatively recently." Harry said.
Flitwick seemed to be in a daze for a moment, before he shook his head. "You worry too much my boy, while perhaps they may have been training longer, I would be hard pressed to believe that many trained harder. You have given it 120% my boy, regardless of how today turns out, you should be proud of that. Beyond that, this is a learning experience for you, to gauge what competitions look like, and how to handle opponents of varying skill levels. Oh, I believe it is your turn for your wand weighing Harry, I'd hurry on."
Harry nodded and walked over to the weigh station. His wand was taken from him for a moment and placed on a small cradle. "Holly, 11 inches, Phoenix Feather. No outside enchantments registered. You may take it back." The official said, before waving his wand over Harry's person. "No Enchantments detected on your clothes… and no durability enchantment on your glasses. You'll need to either take them off during competition, or have them applied. For your own safety."
"Oh, I didn't know I could do that, is there someone here who can do that for me?" Harry asked the official.