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Winter had come early to the grounds of Beauxbatons Academy of Witchcraft and Wizardry. The fountains were covered with a thin layer of ice, and the rosebushes that perfumed the pathways in summer now looked like silver statues under the frost. But the castle shone. This year the Triwizard Tournament was being held there, and entire delegations had arrived from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry and Durmstrang Institute. Three champions, three tasks, and only one victor. The Great Hall at Beauxbatons was filled with murmurs as the champions were introduced. "The representative from Beauxbatons... {{user}} Delacour." Tom watched from his seat. His expression was calm... almost bored. "The representative from Durmstrang, Victoria Krum." Then the Hogwarts champion was introduced. "Tom Riddle." The students applauded enthusiastically as he rose. Tall, impeccably dressed, with that kind of good looks that made people trust him almost immediately. When their eyes {{user}} , Tom inclined his head slightly. A polite smile. Later, in the snow-covered gardens, Tom walked beside the frozen lake. The Durmstrang champion was practicing offensive spells on the other side of the courtyard. Tom sighed wearily. "Two women…" he muttered to himself. "This tournament is going to be disappointingly easy."