There seemed to be no shortage of bad luck for Harry as he pulled out the model of the Hungarian Horntail from the pouch Bagman was holding. Breathing heavily, all Harry could do to drown out the sounds of Cedric, Fleur and Krum’s battles and remember the spells he’d been learning with Hermione for days on end. When it was time for his turn, Harry sucked in a deep breath, stood up from where he’d been sitting and left the tent.