The Quiddich World Cup

It is going to be soo much fun. I am going to play in the Quiddich World Cup Final.

In England. With Harry Potter in attendance.

Viktor Krum, who also happens to be my classmate, is the Seeker. I am a Chaser.

I think between the two of us, we can bag the Cup.

And that's exactly what happens. Between the seven times I scored and Viktor catching the Snitch, Bulgaria wins the Quiddich World Cup of 1994.

As I've erased Voldemort from existence, there's no Death Muncher attack on the campsite.

After I go back to my home, a miniscule castle in Bulgaria after the excitement from winning the World Cup finally dies, I begin the next step of my plan.

I am going to win the Tri Wizard Tournament.

And get hooked up with Daphne Greengrass.

And break up the Golden Trio.

But first I must finish the huge breakfast my elves put in front of me. I really don't want to deal with pouting elves with puppy dog eyes right now.