Chronicles Of Arth: Prince Of Shadows

Mr. Loupirate, apparently, a lot of people are too lazy to use google translate.

So I want you to make sure that there are subtitles for the readers inside () beneath the translated text.

Ty

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"Ce fut un plaisir de parler avec vous Madame Maxime."

(It was nice talking with you, Madame Maxime)

"Tout le plaisir est pour moi."

(It was my p.l.e.a.s.u.r.e)

Arth gave Madame Maxime a bow and was about to leave when Mr. Crouch grabbed his arm.

"What is it Mr. Crouch? Is there something you need?"

"I want you to do something. . ."

Arth raised his eyebrows and decided to listen."

". . . Can you do it?"

Arth made a face.

"Do I have to? I really don't want to."

"It's for your growth. Besides, it's either you or him." Said Mr. Crouch while sending a look towards Bagman. "Will you do it?"

Arth hesitated before he let out a sigh.

". . . . Fine."

Scarlett tilted her head sideways in confusion.

Where was Arth? He had seemed to have forgotten to come back to his seat after saying his hello's to the staff.

Now, he sat next to a couple of Ministry wizards while wearing a sullen expression.

She didn't like siting with an empty spot next to her. The Annoyingly stubborn Malfoy was staring at the empty seat next to her with a perverted gaze.

Scarlett sighed.

The woes of a maiden, her mother said to her.

It doesn't matter if a women is pretty or not. If she can't attract the one she wants, then she is as good as being ugly.

Scarlett bit her lips and stared down at her body.

She didn't know why Arth wasn't attracted to her. She knew that she had a pretty face as she had a perverted stalker stalking her (malfoy), however for some stupid reason, Arth only considered her as a sister.

On second thought, she never really saw Arth act as if he was attracted to anything other than turkey legs.

Sure there was Hermione bitch and the Veela trash from the quidditch cup but those didn't count. Plus, Hermione bitch was currently on bad terms with Arth.

Great news.

Scarlett saw Dumbledore get up from his seat and decided to pay attention.

"The moment has come," said Dumbledore, smiling around at the sea of upturned faces. "The Triwizard Tournament is about to start. I would like to say a few words of explanation before we bring in the casket just to clarify the procedure that we will be following this year. But first, let me introduce, for those who do not know them, Mr. Bartemius Crouch, Head of the Department of International Magical Cooperation" - there was a smattering of polite applause - "and Mr. Ludo Bagman, Head of the Department of Magical Games and Sports."

There was a much louder round of applause for Bagman than for Crouch, However, Scarlett didn't understand why.

Bagman seemed like an idiot when compared to Arth.

"Mr. Bagman and Mr. Crouch have worked tirelessly over the last few months on the arrangements for the Triwizard Tournament," Dumbledore continued, "and they will be joining myself, Professor Karkaroff, and Madame Maxime on the panel that will judge the champions' efforts."

At the mention of the word "champions," the attentiveness of the listening students seemed to sharpen. Perhaps Dumbledore had noticed their sudden stillness, for he smiled as he said, "The casket, then, if you please, Mr. Filch."

"Now if the representative from the ministry can stand up to explain the rules?"

Scarlett at first was about to ignore it but noticed something interesting.

Arth was sullenly taking out a pair of glasses while Mr. Crouch and Bagman seemingly egged him on.

Scarlett saw Arthur, with his glasses on, get up and stand in front of the students.

"Hello, I am Arthur, I shall be explaining the instructions to all of you."