Every single Hufflepuff had jumped to his or her feet, screaming and stamping, as Cedric made his way past them, grinning broadly, and headed off towards the chamber behind the Teachers" table. Indeed, the applause for Cedric went on so long that it was some time before Dumbledore could make himself heard again. "Excellent!" Dumbledore called happily, as at last the tumult died down. "Well, we now have our Three Champions. I am sure I can count upon all of you, including the remaining Students from Beauxbatons and Durmstrang, to give your Champions every ounce of support you can muster. By cheering your Champion on, you will contribute in a very real-" But Dumbledore suddenly stopped speaking, and it was apparent to everybody what had distracted him. The fire in the Goblet had just turned red again. Sparks were flying out of it. Two long flames shot suddenly into the air, and borne upon the flames were Two other pieces of parchment. Automatically, it seemed, Dumbledore reached out a long hand and seized the two pieces of parchment. He held them out and stared at the names written upon them. There was a long pause, during which Dumbledore stared at the slip in his hands, and everyone in the room stared at Dumbledore. And then Dumbledore cleared his throat, and read out: "Harry Potter... And Alanticora Riddle." 