Seeing his distress, one of the witches smiled sweetly and said, "Don't worry, Mr. Potter, everything we find here will be held in the strictest privacy. We just need to know you're in good health before you compete."
They cast several diagnostic charms over his body. They paused at his legs. "Hm... I'm several old breaks, never quite healed properly... here, take this potion." They handed Harry a potion he'd never seen before. He drank it, and suddenly he was glowing all over his body. Both mediwitches stopped and stared, dropping their parchment and quills.
"Is this right? This can't possibly be..." one of them whispered.
"I... I can't believe it. You did give him the correct dosage, right?"
"Of course I did! Male, 159 centimeters, 51 kilograms." She glared at her co-worker.
Harry was somewhat confused. "What's going on?"
"Harry, this potion reveals old wounds that may not have healed properly. It seems to be showing that... well, nearly every bone in your body has had at least some hairline fracture or something that went untreated."
Harry was extremely reluctant to admit it, but with the glow coming off his body, he had to admit it. "I was treated pretty badly at home when I was little... please don't tell anyone."
"Mr. Potter... it seems you have recovered from these, but I do recommend undergoing a regimen of regrowth potions at a better time, which should reverse the trauma and bring you to your natural height and weight. Your growth has definitely been stunted. Unfortunately, with the tournament in the way, I don't think you'll have time for it..."
They also found that his glasses were horribly matched for his eyes, and stunned to realize that they didn't even offer any special enchantments. Harry was perplexed, but when he asked, they told him that wizards cure eyesight problems easily with a potion. Nearly every wizard who wears glasses does so because they were enchanted to give them better vision some how, be it night-vision, telescopic vision, or something else. Unfortunately, they weren't expecting any champion to have such a severe problem, and they didn't have the potion with them. Thankfully, the examination ended without having to take his shirt off, and neither witch saw the runes on his back. They reluctantly checked off his medical form, saying that although he'd suffered a lot of abuses in the past, he wasn't unhealthy at the given moment and would be given clearance to compete in the Tournament. Harry made a mental note to ask Hermione about the eyesight potion and regimen of regrowth potions.
Harry stepped back out, and it was evident his exam had taken quite a bit longer than the other three. Standing beside the other champions, he decided to follow Krum's example and gave little more than a proud, but tight-lipped smile for the cameras. Fleur was obviously playing up her beauty and posing for the cameras, and Cedric was taking her lead and giving friendly smiles. He ignored the journalists, declining to answer their questions, especially any that even remotely pertained to his entry in the Goblet. Classes were long over by the time the whole ceremony was over, and everyone was ushered out in time for the hall to be cleaned up and dinner served. All four champions were escorted to the small side room again, this time with Bagman.
"I'll be letting you all know the rules of the tournament now. Throughout the entire tournament, there will be no Unforgivables curses. That one should be obvious. Any curse that is meant to cause harm by interfering with medical treatments is forbidden. If a spell is cast with intent to maim, permanently injure, or kill, you will instantly forfeit your place in the tournament. Is that clear?" They all nodded, although Krum was glowering as he did. "If you have any questions whether or not a spell is permissible, please talk to me before the event." He said that to everyone, but he was looking straight at Krum when he did.
"In the seven trials, you'll be scored based on your performance, skill, and character. The majority of the score will always be based on what place you finish, so I suggest practicality over showiness. Your total score for the seven trials will determine how much of an advantage you get for the final task. Now, I'll explain the first trial, the Trial of Air. You'll have two weeks to prepare, and the event will take place on Saturday, the 19th. As you know, the event takes place in Corrieshalloch Gorge. You'll be flooing to Ullapool at nine in the morning with your professors and then flying to the competition site. The event itself will begin at noon. If you're late, you forfeit the match. Got that?" All four champions nodded.
"Next, I'll explain the rules for this specific trial. First, you must bring your own broom. No other flying device is allowed. You may carry your wands with you, but you may not cast a spell at your opponents or at their brooms. Attempting to knock your opponents off their brooms is forbidden. Touching the ground at the bottom of the gorge will result in a disqualification. Flying into the muggle-visible portion or flying above the top of the gorge will also result in disqualification. That's all. You'll be briefed on the actual trial on the day you arrive."
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