Vol 2 Chapter 540: Boothbatten and Durmstrang

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There was a pleasant atmosphere of expectation in the school that day. Everyone was absent from class. They were more interested in the people who came from Ah Busbarton and Durmstrang at night, and even the pharmacy class was more tolerable than before, because It ended half an hour earlier.
To be honest, Fanlin was a little afraid of this, trembling in the shadow of Lotus.
I have to admit that at Boothbarton, only Furong would play tricks on this little brother.
When the bell rang, Harry, Ron, Fanlin and Hermione hurried back to the Gryffindor Tower.
According to the request, everyone put their schoolbags and textbooks, put on their cloaks, rushed downstairs, and ran to the front hall.
The deans of the colleges are directing the students to line up.
"Weasley wear a good hat," Professor McGonagall called to Ron. "Mr. Putt, take that ridiculous thing off your head."
Purwhite frowned and removed a large decorative butterfly from the tip of his hair.
"Follow me, hurry up." Professor McGonagall said, "the first graders are first... don't push..."
They filed down the front steps and lined up in front of the castle. It was a cold night. There were no clouds in the sky. The night fell. The pale translucent moon was shining above the forest. Van Lin was between Harry and Hermione. , Ron was next to Harry, and they stood in the fourth row in front.
In this position, they can see most of the people. The first-year students are trembling with excitement. They just came to catch up with such a grand event. They are full of expectations for this.
"It's almost six o'clock." Ron looked at his watch, then looked down at the road leading to the front door. "How do you think they will get here? By train?"
"I suspect not." Hermione said.
"So how? Sitting on a broomstick?" Harry guessed, looking at the stars.
"I don't think it's like that...not that far..."
"Pass the door key?" Ron guessed, "Or they will transform—"
"You can't transform in Hogwarts, how many times do I have to tell you?" Hermione said impatiently.
"Don't you know that every school has its own interview tool? That's the face." Fanlin said, "I know Busbarton, and that will surprise you."
"Is there anything more to reveal?" Ron said curiously, "I almost forgot that you were in Boothbarton for a long time. Their choice..."
"If I said, then you won't have a sense of anticipation. This is a very boring thing." Fanlin complained, because Hermione pinched him secretly.
"It looks like you are all cured," Hermione said.
Fan Lin didn't dare to open it.
"Just watch the inside story, don't talk too much."
Immediately afterwards, the three of them looked excitedly on the darkened ground, but nothing happened. Everything was as quiet as usual. Harry began to feel cold. He hoped that they would come soon. The foreign students were preparing for a drama. Playing style...
He remembered what Mr. Weasley said at the camp before the Quidditch World Cup--
"It's always like this. When we get together, we can't help showing off..." Dumbledore's cry came from the back row, where he and several teachers were standing, "Ah!
If I am not mistaken, the Busbarton representative team is here! "
"Where?" many students asked eagerly, and they looked around.
"There!" a sixth grader said, pointing to the forest.
A big thing, much bigger than a broom — or something much bigger than 100 broomsticks, galloped through the deep blue sky and kept getting bigger and bigger.
"It's a dragon!" A first-year student screamed, completely fainted.
"Don't be silly... it's a flying house!" Dini Collevy said.
Dini’s guess was more pertinent. The huge black shadow passed over the treetops of the forest, and the light from the castle window hit it. They saw a huge, pink-blue carriage, the size of a big house, Roaring towards them, twelve winged horses, each as big as an elephant, were pulling a cart in the air.
"Back!" Hagrid was holding two big signs. He stood in the distance, seeming to be guiding the carriage.
Unfortunately, he was a bit tall, and when he turned his head, the horse hoof of the rune almost hit him.
Hagrid had to jump aside.
The carriage flew lower. The students in the first three rows took a few steps back. The carriage slammed to the ground. A loud noise made Neville jump back and stepped on the foot of a fifth-grade Slytherin student. Those horseshoes larger than the plate slammed into the ground.
Immediately, the car also came down, the huge wheels bounced a few times, and the golden horse turned his head, rolling his big red eyes.
Before the door opened, Harry just saw the defensive totem on the door (two crossed golden rods each shot three stars).
A boy in a light blue robe jumped out of the car, leaned forward and fumbled on the floor of the car for a while, unfolding a section of the golden ladder. He stepped back respectfully, and then Harry saw a shiny black high-heeled shoe Sticking out of the cart, the shoes were as big as a child’s sled, and then, almost instantly, the tallest woman Harry had ever seen came out, explaining at once why the horse and cart were so big. Several people gasped.
Harry had only seen one person as tall as this woman, and that was Hagrid. He doubted whether their heights were the slightest difference, but somehow—perhaps he was used to seeing Hagrid—this The woman (she now walks down the stairs, looking around the wide-eyed welcoming crowd) looks even more unusually tall.
(The girl is tall? How about changing to a giantess?)
She stepped forward, shrouded in the light from the front hall, she showed a handsome skin, a smooth face, eyes, average water quality, a hooked nose, and her hair back in a bun. The base of her neck was shining, she was black satin from head to toe, and the dazzling opal gleamed on her neck and thick fingers.
Dumbledore began to applaud, and the students burst into applause. Many people stood tiptoe to see better. She walked towards Dumbledore, with a graceful smile on her face, and she stretched out her shiny hand. Although Dumbledore was not short, he hardly had to bend down to kiss her hand.
"Dear Ms. Maxim," he said, "Welcome to Hogwarts!"
"Dumbledore," Ms. Maxim's voice was deep, "Don't be safe, right?"
"I'm fine, thank you." Dumbledore said.
"Classmates," Ms. Maxim said, waving her big hand casually behind her.
Harry has been paying attention to Ms. Maxim. Now he saw about 12 boys and girls. From their looks, they were all over the age of sixteen. They got out of the car and stood behind Ms. Maxim. They are made of high-quality silk, none of them are cloaked, only a few have scarves around their heads, no wonder they are shaking.
This surprised Fan Lin very much. You must know that fewer people were selected at the beginning, and there were very few boys.
But now...
Maybe something happened?
Anyway, he saw his familiar faces among the 24 students, our beautiful Miss Furong, the lovely Gabriel and...
Why does Brown come too?
This group of boys is not so friendly to Fanlin, but... they shouldn't be stupid now to trouble Fanlin.
This is Hogwarts, the site of Fanlin, and...
I'm not targeting everyone here, but I just want to say that the boys in Boothbatten are simply weak.
Fanlin looked up, his face was exposed under his hat.
Furong immediately found Fanlin in the crowd, and she smiled here...
If it weren't for the principal, these animals would definitely be called out, Fanlin promised.
However, some people in the crowd were still talking quietly, but they deliberately lowered their voices and the communication was very short. This was a facial problem, at least on the first day.
"Is Karkaroff here?" Ms. Massim said.
"He'll be there anytime," Dumbledore said. "Would you like to wait for him here, or go in and get warm?"
"Be warm, I think." Mrs. Maxim said, "but these horses—"
"Our Fantastic Animal Conservation Professor will be happy to take care of them." Dumbledore said, "He—from him—well, when he comes back from other tasks, he will take care of your horse. He is now dealing with it a bit. Little things."
"Hagrid is still in the distant water, maybe he needs to change his clothes." Ron said to Harry with a smile.
"My horse-um-is not too tame. Be tough." Mrs. Maxim said, and she seemed to doubt that there was no Hogwarts demon teacher capable of doing it. "They are very strong..."
"I promise Hagrid is fully competent." Dumbledore said with a smile.
"Excellent." Mrs. Maxim took a short shot. "Please tell the Mr. Hagrid that these horses only drink malt whisky."
"I will do as you tell me." Dumbledore said, and he also bowed.
"Come on." Massim ordered her students. The people of Hogwarts split a path to let her and her students pass the stone steps.
"Do you think Hagrid can subdue these horses?" Seamus leaned out from Levinden and Pwight to talk to Harry, Ron, and Fanlin.
"I don't think there is any problem with this." Harry said.
"Maybe they escaped," Ron said hopefully.
"Oh, don't say that," Hermione said, shaking, "Think about how these things escaped..."
"It's okay, Hagrid can handle even Noble." Fanlin said, "But where did Noble go?"
"It seems to be in Romania," Ron said. "After all, Hagrid is himself. Noble has some problems. After all, he is not an adult. Charlie should be able to take care of it."
Several people were talking quietly. They were all trembling slightly, standing and waiting for the arrival of the Danmusian representative team. Most of them looked at the sky hopefully. For several minutes, only the snort and stomping of Mrs. Maxim’s horse broke the silence, and then
"Did you hear anything?" Ron said suddenly.
When Harry heard it, a strange noise came from the darkness, mixed with booming and inhaling sounds, it seemed that a huge vacuum cleaner was moving along the riverbed...
"Lake!" Lee Jordan said loudly, pointing to the lake below, "Look at that lake!"
They stood on the top of the lawn overlooking the ground. From here, you could clearly see the black and smooth lake surface-but suddenly the surface of the lake stirred up, there was movement in the depths of the lake, large bubbles formed on the water surface, and the waves hit the muddy lake shore- Then, a whirlpool appeared in the middle of the lake, as if a big piston had just been pulled out from the bottom of the lake... a long and black squirrel began to slowly rise from the whirlpool, and then everyone saw it. Sail line...
"It's a mast!" Harry exclaimed, expressing shock and joy to his partner.
The boat slowly and majesticly floated to the surface, shining in the moonlight, it looked strange, skeleton-like, as if it were a restored hulk, the dim light shimmering in the porthole, like ghost eyes Finally, with a huge sound of drainage, the boat fully emerged, waved on the rippling water, and started to sail towards the shore. After a while, they saw the splash of the anchor being thrown into the shallow place and the sound of the wooden planks being laid ashore. Bang.
People disembarked, and they saw the silhouettes of them passing by the lights in the portholes. Harry noticed that they were all the same size as Kleiber and Gore... but when they walked in some, they walked into the grass and let the front hall When the light came, he found that their figure was tall because they were wearing a long-haired woven fur cloak, but the man who led the way to the castle wore another kind of fur cloak, which was smooth and silver, just like his hair.
"Dumbledore!" He greeted warmly, walking up the slope, "How are you? My dear buddy, how are you?"
"Very good, thank you, Professor Karkaroff." Dumbledore replied.
Karkaroff’s voice sounded a bit pretentious and pretentious, and when he walked into the front door light, they saw that he was tall and thin, like Dumbledore’s figure, but his white hair was short. The beard on his chin (curled into small curls) did not completely cover his loose chin. He approached Dumbledore, holding Dumbledore's hand with both hands.
"Dear Hogwarts Castle," he said, looking up at the castle and smiling. His teeth were extremely yellow, but Fanlin noticed that his eyes were not smiling, but cold and cunning.
"How nice it is, how nice it is here... Come here, Wiktor, get warm... Don't you mind, Dumbledore? Wiktor has a cold..."
Karkaroff summoned one of his students. As the boy walked by, Harry caught a glimpse of a protruding hook nose and thick black eyebrows. Ron didn’t need to punch his arm or punch his ears. With a hush, Harry could recognize the silhouette.
"Harry—it's Krum!"
In fact, Fanlin always thought that Karkaroff was a middle-aged man similar to Professor Snape.
However, this is not important information. For his age, Fanlin should be concerned about his identity.
This is a Death Eater, just like Professor Snape, Karkaroff is a Death Eater.
It's just that he doesn't have Snape's acting skills and Lucius's brains, he relies on contributing names in exchange for freedom.
The owner of this name may be in the castle now, and he also appeared in the Quidditch World Cup, Barty Crouch Jr.
Then things become interesting.
Will Batty Crouch Jr. let go of Karkaroff, the former betrayer?
There is also the sign of Death Eater, Karkaroff must have a very headache now.
The students of Hogwarts lined up and followed the students of Durmstrang upstairs.
Ron was shocked, "I don't believe it! Harry, that's Victor Krum!"
"For God's sake, Ron, he's just playing Quidditch." Hermione said.
"It's just a Quidditch?" Ron looked at her, couldn't believe his ears, "Hermione--but one of the best searchers in the world! I didn't even know that he was still In school."
Admirer of Krum... Maybe Ron should find a way to take some medicine.
They followed the other Hogwarts students through the population hall to the Great Hall.
Fanlin saw Lee Jordan jump up and down barefoot, just to get a better look at the back of Karen's head.
Nine sixth-grade girls drew out their pockets frantically as they walked--"Oh my God, it's hard to believe, I didn't even bring a pen--", "Do you think he would like to sign my hat with lipstick? "
"Ah, really!" Hermione exclaimed.
They passed the group of girls, and they were arguing about the lipstick now.
"If I can, I'll go to him to sign," Ron said. "Harry, you didn't bring a pen, did you?"
"Take it, on the upper level of my schoolbag." Harry said.
They walked to Gryffindor’s table and sat down. Ron deliberately sat on the side facing the door, because Krum and his companions were still around the door. It was obvious that they weren’t where they were going to sit. determine.
The students from Boothbarton had already sat down at the Weiwen Carlo table.
They looked frustrated and looked around, looking around the hall. Three people were still holding on to their headscarves and shawls.
"It's not that cold," Hermione looked at them, a little annoyed. "Why don't they bring the cloak?"
"Come here! Come and sit here!" Ron hissed lightly, "Here! Hermione, move in a little bit, squeeze out a bit of space—"
"What are you doing?"
"It's too late." Ron was frustrated.
Victor Krum and his classmates had already sat down at the Slytherin table. Harry could see that Kleiber and Gore were very proud of it. Malfoy leaned forward to talk to Krum.
"Yes, that's right, flatter him," Ron sneered. "I bet Krum could see him through at a glance, even though... of course there are always people around him flattering him... you think they sleep. Where? We can make room for him in the dormitory, Harry... I don't mind giving him my bed, I can sleep in a folding bed."
Hermione scoffed at this.
Fanlin was very satisfied, even laughing secretly?
"It seems they are much happier than the Busbarton gang," Harry said.
The Durmstrang students were taking off their thick leather jackets and looking with interest at the black ceiling with twinkling stars. One or two of them picked up the gold plate and the goblet, and watched them carefully. They were obviously infected.
At the staff table, the administrator Filch was adding a chair, and for the event he put on the torn tuxedo that was moldy.
Harry was surprised to see him add two chairs on each side of Dumbledore's chair.
"But there are only two more people," Harry said. "Why does Fisch have four chairs? Who else is coming?"
"What?" Ron asked blankly, still staring at Krum eagerly.
All the students entered the hall, and after they were seated at their respective tables, the staff came in, lined up and sat down.
At the end of the line were Professor Dumbledore, Professor Karkaroff and Mrs. Maxim, the headmistress of the Boothbat School. As soon as she appeared, Busbarton's students jumped up.
Some students at Hogwarts laughed. It made them very embarrassed, and then they didn't dare to sit down until Madame Massim took a seat on the left side of Dumbledore.
And Dumbledore was still standing, silent in the Great Hall.
"Ladies and gentlemen, ghosts--especially the guests, good evening," Dumbledore, smiling at the students of the foreign school, "everyone is very welcome to Hogwarts. I hope I believe you here too. I will live comfortably and be happy."
A Boothbarton girl, she still clutched the scarf on her head and let out a sneer, definitely a sneer.
"No one forced you to stay!" Hermione yelled at her in a low voice.
Fanlin looked at it, and he didn't have any impression of the girl. She was the prefect of the fourth grade or the fifth grade?
"The game will officially start after midsummer," Dumbledore announced. "Now, please feel welcome, please."
He sat down and Harry saw Karkaroff leaning over to talk to him.
The plates in front of them were filled with food as usual. It seems that the elf door in the kitchen has taken out all the storage. Fanlin had never seen so many different dishes in Hogwarts, and several of them were obviously dishes from other countries.
"What is that?" Ron pointed to a plate of shellfish-like stew next to a large plate of shredded kidney pudding.
"Fish soup," Hermione replied.
"God bless," Ron said.
"It's French food," Hermione said. "I had it on vacation the previous summer. It was delicious."
"I believe you," Ron said, eating the black pudding.
Although there were only about forty more students, the hall seemed more crowded than usual.
Probably because they were wearing school uniforms of different colors~EbookFREE.me~ After taking off their leather jackets, the students of Durmstrang showed dark red robes, which were much more eye-catching than the black robes worn by Hogwarts students .
Looking at Boothbarton’s sky blue silk.
Fanlin remembered that they had winter school uniforms, but they seemed to have made the wrong season.
Poor Fleur and Gabriel, I hope those two can still remember the warm-up spell they taught them.
Now there is a clear response in the hall.
The school uniforms in black, red and blue, such days will take a whole school year.
To be honest, if Voldemort is not taken into consideration, the Three Witches Tournament is really a very interesting project.
If there were no Death Eaters to make trouble, maybe he could still participate in the Three Witch Fighting Contest, but now it seems that this kind of thing has been invalidated.
This is undoubtedly a very bad thing. He won't have such an opportunity anymore, he is already in the fourth grade.