The extravagant chamber of Team Magic sizzled with the sounds of potions and spellmaking. Witches and wizards of all shapes and sizes conjured sparks of magic in the air, magic flowing through the pages of every magic book and bottle. I would be more descriptive, but Disney copyrights are very specific in regards to this wonder and enchanting crap. Anyways, a man bearing a beard that could likely hide small children approached the podium. (Did I mention the podium? Cause it and the stage just totally appeared. Magic.)
"Alright people," spoke the man, "As you all know the Fantasy Games are coming up soon, and with our recent loss of Dumbledore, we're in a bad spot."
"Snape will pay for what he did!" shouted a young man to the left. His black hair was mangled and wild, and his green eyes burned with revenge. Also, there appeared to be a scar or something on his head. Freak.
"What? It was Snape? Well thanks for that little slip-up, Harry, now there's no point anymore" said Merlin, tossing