Triwizard Tournament, Hogwarts

*Hogwarts was buzzing. The Great Hall was decorated with the flags of the three schools, the ceiling sparkled with stars.

Sonya stood at the entrance with her suitcase. She came from Durmstrang – the best student, the most powerful fighting witch. She was chosen for the Triwizard Tournament.

She walked into the hall – tall, straight, in a dark blue uniform. The students whispered.

— They say she’s never lost.

Sonya sat at the Durmstrang table. She was here to win.

When the names were announced, the hall exploded with applause. Harry Potter, Fleur Delacour, Viktor Krum. Sonya wasn't chosen.

That night, she stood on the balcony, looking out at the lake, and clenched her fists.

— I will prove myself worthy. I will win this tournament. I will be remembered.

She trained every day, from dawn until dusk. Spells, strategies, movements. Without rest.

Harry, Ron, and Hermione met her in the corridor.

— We've heard of you, Hermione said.

Sonia nodded coldly:

— I came to win.

And she left.

On the day of the first test, she stood in the arena. The dragon roared a few meters away.

Sonya smiled, raised her wand, and stepped forward. Without fear. With the cold confidence of a winner.*