“Harry Potter,” he read aloud.
Dumbledore caught the last scrap as it flew out — a charred, trembling page. harry potter and the goblet of fire 123
If you meant a creative piece inspired by the book/film and the number 123, here’s a short original snippet: The One Hundred Twenty-Third Second “Harry Potter,” he read aloud
One name, one twist, one second too late to undo. Would you like a different style — like a poem, diary entry from a character, or a summary of Chapter 123 (which doesn’t exist, but could be imagined)? Would you like a different style — like
The Goblet of Fire flared blue for the third time that night. One hundred twenty-three names had been submitted. One hundred twenty-three slips of parchment had turned to ash in its ancient flames.
But in the clockwork of that moment, in the 123rd second after the goblet’s final spark, Harry saw something no one else noticed: a tiny, silver thread linking the cup’s rim to the hem of Mad-Eye Moody’s cloak.
