Vol 2 Chapter 546: Sick Krum

"what is that?"
"It's a mast, it's a big ship!"
In front of everyone, slowly and arrogantly, the big ship rose out of the water and shone in the moonlight. ??
It looks very weird, like the same cockroach, as if it were a shipwreck that had just been salvaged.
The porthole shimmers with a dim, foggy green shimmer that looks like a ghostly eye.
Finally, with the splash of water, the big ship completely emerged.
It bumped on the undulating waters and began to sail towards the shore of the lake.
After a while, I only heard a plop, and an iron anchor was thrown into the shallow water.
Then, another bang, a piece of wood boarded on the shore of the lake.
The people on board are coming ashore and can see the silhouette of them as they pass through the porthole lights.
It was amazing. I didn't expect Demstrom to have this kind of baby.
Ai Wen can feel the magical power of the ship and the whimsical manufacturing process.
The ship has been given powerful magic, as long as there is water, you can reach.
In the case of Ai Wen, there are still many traces of dark magic, which really fits the style of Demstrom.
"Look at those people, they are really tall!"
Hearing Dennis’s sigh, Ai Wen’s gaze shifted from the exaggerated boat image to the figure that was coming ashore.
They are Demstrom's students, and their bodies are similar to Crabbe and Goyle.
As they approached and walked down the lawn into the light from the foyer, everyone was so big that they were wearing a fur cloak with tangled fur.
However, the man who led them to the castle had another kind of fur: silver-white, soft and slippery, much like his head.
"Dumbledore!" the man shouted enthusiastically as he walked up the slope. "My dear old man, how are you?"
"Great, thank you, Professor Kakalov." Dumbledore replied.
Kakalov's voice is round, sweet and greasy, and it sounds like this guy is very embarrassed.
When he walked into the light from the main entrance of the castle, they saw him as tall and thin as Dumbledore, but his white head was short, and the goatee with a small roll on the tip did not completely cover him. Thin chin.
He went to Dumbledore and shook hands with Dumbledore with both hands.
"Dear old man, dear Hogwarts!" He looked up at the castle and smiled and said, "I haven't come back here for many years. It's great to be here, it's great!"
He showed an exaggerated smile and everyone could see that his teeth were very yellow.
Although his face was full of smiles, Kakalov’s eyes were not smiling, still indifferent and sharp.
"Well, Wickdor, come over, warm up, don't you mind, Dumbledore? Since the sneak attack on the Diagonal Lane by the despicable villain, Wickdor has not been in a good state recently. Always taking medication"
Kakalov waved his hand and motioned one of his students to come forward.
When the boy passed, Avon saw the eye-catching eagle hook nose and two thick, black eyebrows.
Don't remind others, he has recognized the figure, it is Krum!
He still looks as gloomy as before, some sick, and the state is not quite good.
He ignored the commotion and shouts in the crowd and followed Kakalov into the castle.
"God, it's Krum, I can't believe it!" Ron said in a shocked tone.
At this time, five minutes before the arrival of Demstrom, the students of Hogwarts were following the delegation of Demstrom and ruled out the stone steps.
"It's Krum, Wickedo Krum, he came to Hogwarts!" Ron continued to sigh.
"For God's sake, Ron, he's just a Quidditch player." Hermione said unhappy.
"Just a Quidditch player?!" Ron looked at her slyly and couldn't believe his ears. "Hermione, he is one of the best players in the world, and he was last I saved us in the World Cup."
"I know that everyone is very grateful to him, but this is not the reason you hang it over and repeat it for five minutes."
After seeing Krum, there are only a handful of people who are calm like Hermione.
When Demstrom’s students and the other students of Hogwarts walked through the hall again and walked toward the auditorium, many people pushed hard and Lee Jordan jumped up and down. I want to see Krum's back more clearly.
A few sixth-grade girls walked around and frantically looked for something in their pockets.
"Oh, I can't believe how a feather pen on my body didn't take it!"
"You said, will he use lipstick to sign my hat?"
"It's ridiculous!" said Hermione proudly.
She frowned at everyone and walked past the girls who had quarreled for a lipstick.
"If possible, I want to get his signature photo." Ron said, "Who do you have a quill?"
"No, it's all upstairs in my bag," said Harry.
"I have it here!" Ai Wen found the paper and pen from the bag and handed it to Ron.
"Thank you, I will come when I go, you will wait for me!" Ron said excitedly.
Like the girls, he rushed toward the Demstrom crowd.
"He is crazy, we saw the guy last time."
It’s amazing that Ron’s admiration for Krum has reached an unparalleled level.
Five people from Avon, Harry, Hermione, Colin, and Ginny walked into the auditorium and sat down at the table at Gryffindor.
It was still a mess at the door, because Krum and his alumni of Demstrom also gathered there.
They seem to be unsure where they should be sitting, as well as the little wizards who are waiting in front of the mess to wait for Krum's signature.
The students of Booth Barton who had stepped in early had already chosen the seat at the Ravenclaw table. After they sat down, they looked at the auditorium with a look of sullen expression on their faces. The three girls still used tight scarves and headscarves. Wrapped in the head.
Among them is Hibiscus, which seems to be not particularly satisfactory for Hogwarts architectural style.
Compared with the luxurious and beautiful buildings of Booth Barton, Hogwarts is too rough here.
Furong looked around and looked at Ai Wen and turned his head proudly.
Instead, Gabri and her said a few words, and hurriedly ran over, completely disregarding the surprise of others around.
"Hello, Avon!" Gabri said with a smile, naturally sitting in an empty position beside Ai Wen.
"Hello, Gabriel!" said Ai Wen, introducing several other people to the other side. (To be continued.) 8