Somehow, bloody Potter had gotten his name entered in the damned Goblet of Fire too. It probably wasn't even HIS fault, either. The boy was simply not capable of a high-order Confundus spell. He could barely levitate a sodding feather without vocal tutoring. Apparently, he couldn't pronounce Diagon Alley, either and had ended up in Knockturn Alley a year or so ago. Truly— what?