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- Ron Swanson was on his way upstairs when he spotted a familiar face. Reaching out, he pulled a student in by the robe. "Harry, did you put your name in the goblet of fire?"
- Harry gulped as his shadow loomed over him, smelling of aftershave and gunpowder. All traffic in the hallway stopped."No, sir."
- "Well, good enough for me. Walk with me." Ron Swanson shrugged and continued his way upstairs, Harry in tow.
- Cutaway camera: "I had a few hours last Saturday and rigged the Goblet's regular defenses with, uh, a few improvements of my own. Kid was innocent. No scorch marks."
- "No, no, you stay put. Stay. Put. Good stair," Ron folded his arms as the moving staircase slid back towards his office. "Need to get some elevators in this place."
- "Password?" The gargoyle asked, leering down on him. Ron leered back, holding his gaze for a good ten seconds.
- "Very good, sir." The gargoyle bowed and slid back, revealing a velvety red staircase.
- "Shoot me if I ever give a password to enter my own office. I'm either an imposter or a sheep. Either way you'd be doing me a favor." They headed into the office, where they were greeted by Fawkes, Ron's pet eagle in a rebar cage.
- "Is that new carpeting, sir?" Harry asked.
- "You like it? Installed it last week. Take a seat. Scotch?" Headmaster Swanson drew a decanter from under his desk and poured two glasses.
- "I'm 14, sir." Harry mumbled.
- "Both are for you then, you're a growing boy." Ron took a swig from the bottle. "So, you're in the triwizard tournament. I'll be damned if I let you compete unprepared. I understand they expect you to use magic."
- He flipped a latch on a nearby cupboard and withdrew a shotgun. "This is a Remington 870 pump action shotgun, enchanted waterproof, fireproof, hexproof, and- just in case- dragonproof. I took it Crumple-Horned Snorkack hunting last week, but it's got shells for everything under the sun."
- "Crumple-Horned Snorkacks? I thought those didn't exist." Harry turned the beautiful gun over in his hands, admiring the craftsmanship.
- "Not anymore they don't. "
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