Dark Lord Dumbledore

Ron was carted off for medical treatment as soon as he had grabbed the egg. After removing his robes and running out of hair to burn, the poor bastard had gingerly walked past the sleeping dragon to end the task.

He was walking with care for two reasons. The dragon was scary as hell and had just set him on fire after playing dead, and two, he had just be set on fire and was in extreme pain.

Chad had to give credit where credit was due, Ron finished the first task even while in pain and people were laughing at him. Burns are the worst injury to have in Chad's opinion, but luckily for Ron, they lived in a world of magic.

An ointment and a spell or two, and the annoying little sh*t would be back running around Hogwarts bragging about how he had defeated a dragon. Chad dismissed this train of thought as the final challenger of the day stepped out of the tent ready to face the Hungarian Horntail.

This guy definitely got the short end of the stick in the dragon he had to face. Since this ponce was one of those that couldn't even cast a charm to keep himself warm, Chad wondered how Lâche Couture planned to get passed the Hungarian Horntail to retrieve the fake egg.

Chad doubted the French wizard was capable of thinking outside the box, so he would probably choose a straight forward method. Miles Bletchley had tried to cast a few spells with no success before summoning his broom, so he had probably been trying to just call the golden egg directly to him.

It made sense that there would be some sort of protection from such spells. Wizards were notoriously lazy and dependant on magic for everyday convenience, using magic to bring an object to you would be the first thing they thought of.

But there were still a few ways he bet that even the organisers didn't think of, like asking a house-elf to retrieve it or transfiguring animals to bring it to him instead of walking into the range of fiery death.

When the Beauxbatons student started to try and sing the ferocious dragon to sleep, Chad couldn't help but look down on the French school. Just as Fleur had done in canon, now this guy was trying the exact same method.

Was this Headmistress Olympe Maxime's influence at work? It was mentioned in the books that she had told Fleur of the dragons, did she also come up with the plan to complete the task? Chad thought it must be so because here he was watching a man lullaby an aggressive Hungarian Horntail to sleep.

One thing was for sure, Chad would much rather be watching a pretty girl sing falsetto than this poncy bastard. Though, to be fair, a manly baritone probably wouldn't suit whatever magic was being performed to put the beast to sleep.

The crowd was hushed as the supposed male worked his magic, and incredibly, it succeeded! The boy still continued his song even after watching the dragon slump to the ground, not stopping just because it had worked, but also making sure it continued to do so.

Walking forward cautiously, Lâche Couture picked the egg up with ease, far faster than any competitor before him. It was as if he was on a Sunday stroll and not facing a fearsome fire breathing dragon.

This impressed the crowd so much that they unanimously stood up and roared out their approval, clapping and cheering the boy's success. Lâche Couture basked in the tumultuous applause until he heard movement behind him.

Even though he was still singing, the noise from the crowd had broken whatever slight hold he had over the magical creature. Before those watching could even cry out in alarm, the Hungarian Horntail had lashed out with open jaws.

The behemoth's maw swallowed the unfortunate boy to his waist before the large dagger-like teeth clamped down. The gruesome scene made Chad unconsciously recollect Jurassic Park, where the T-Rex bit the lawyer in half off the toilet.

Realising things had gone pear-shaped, the dragon handlers moved in to restrain the dragon, pelting it with spells and potions of Sleeping Draught. Either it was contact-based, or the wizards had acted in a panic since the dragon's mouth was already full, and there was no chance of the liquid going down the Horntail's throat unless it was with its current meal.

They had the dragon down and out remarkably quick, but it was already far too late to save Lâche Couture. He was gone as soon as the dragon woke up from the sudden burst of cheering.

Chad disliked the boy, but even he thought death was a bit too harsh a punishment for being rude to him. Then again, he had just conquered a country for pretty much the exact same reason so he wouldn't be losing any sleep over it.

He also found the next hour far more entertaining than the tournament itself, as Madame Maxime went berserk on everyone even remotely official looking. Anyone involved in this "barbaric competition" as she loudly called it, was going to be hearing from the French Ministry.

Unfortunately for her, he was pretty sure nothing would come of it since everyone had signed contracts, and the international tournament had been somehow approved to go ahead. Her own country's Ministry included.

The Triwizard Tournament was renowned for its high death count, and Madame Maxime had just witnessed why. The wizarding world had an astonishing lack of logic and common sense, not to mention very little thought for the consequences of their actions.

Though Madame Maxine's outburst may have not been so extreme if Ludo Bagman hadn't asked whether they still needed to give a score for the 'French chap's' performance or not. By the time the half giantess had finished raging at the man, it was clear that the Beauxbatons students would not be staying much longer.

She had quickly gathered the remaining French students to her and sent them to their magical flying carriage. She recovered what was left of Lâche Couture, harnessed the horses, and flew away without so much as a farewell.

The exodus had happened so fast that even a tearful Arielle was shepherded away before she could say goodbye. This spoke either of the anger of the Beauxbatons Headmistress, or her hypocrisy.

There was no interschool unity on her mind now after her student's death, and her furious departure did not speak well for her diplomatic skills. If a tragic accident was enough to destroy any semblance at unity, the entire matter was doomed to fail from the start.

Amazingly, during this whole disastrous situation, not one teacher had thought to herd the students away from the scene of a gruesome death. Though many had left on their own volition, most still stayed to watch on as the remains of the boy were collected, and the huge Headmistress went ballistic.

Chad had assumed that it was mostly Dumbledore behind the reasoning for not supplying traumatised children help after near-death experiences in canon. But it seems it was a mindset shared with all wizarding authority figures.

Watching a dragon eat someone was treated like just another Tuesday at the school that had set Harry Potter on his way after being bitten by a Basilisk. There was also killing Quirrell, torture by blood quills, attacked by a werewolf, watching Cedric Diggory die and many other examples.

And that was just Harry!

Everyone was eventually shooed off back to the castle so they could clean up the site of the competition. Those that had decided to stay and stare in morbid fascination after the fourth champions demise, happily walk away chatting over gruesome details.

There was something seriously wrong with the mentality of the wizarding world. If this was a muggle school, the place would have been shut down, the kids removed to see psychiatrists, and a full investigation launched into how it was allowed to happen in the first place.

But that was the difference between modern society and its updated morality compared to a medieval one. Death was less of a game stopper when you see it more often, even with a smaller population.

How they could be so laid back after going through two civil wars within fifty years, and then letting a third one happen with so little resistance, was mind-boggling. Then there was the blatant disregard of life with regards to the muggle-born gulags...

Rita had covered the first task and made little mention of lack of government oversight, mentioning only that dragons were not an acceptable challenge for school children. Though she did have a dig at the French lack of backbone.

Magical Britain was wholly unconcerned with the accidental death of a French wizard. Hogwarts was back to normal everyday life by the next morning. Even the Durmstrang delegation didn't seem fussed, joining in with their English counterparts in deriding the French for leaving.

With Chad having nothing to do with the Triwizard Tournament, he wasn't really bothered about any negative fallout or future tasks. His involvement in entering students into the competition didn't even raise any eyebrows, so why would he care if the Beauxbatons were upset?

Well, he did miss perving on the female students, but not enough to motivate him to help change events or be proactive in assisting the champions in surviving their trials.

No, if anything was bothering him, it was how Remus Lupin was no longer looking lost after failing to enter 'Harry Potter' into the Goblet of Fire.

Dumbledore must have come up with a new plan.