Once he had shaken Dumbledore's hand and stood before them all the fire turned red once more. So once again the elderly professor snatched the burnt parchment from the air and read it aloud. "The champion from Beauxbatons... Fleur Delacour!" The witches academy, while far tamer than Durmstrang, still clapped and cheered and Fleur elegantly rose from her seat with a bright smile on her face. She quickly moved over to shake Dumbledore's hand before moving to stand beside Victor. 