Dumbledore caught the last scrap as it flew out — a charred, trembling page.
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. harry potter and the goblet of fire 123
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. Dumbledore caught the last scrap as it flew
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 One hundred twenty-three names had been submitted
“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)?