Time flies, and in the blink of an eye it is time for the other two schools of witchcraft and wizardry to arrive at Hogwarts. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Almost everyone in Snape's Potions class was frowning, as Beauxbatons and Durmstrang representatives would be arriving this evening, which meant they wouldn't have to be full for the Potions class.

Snape's face was rather bad, his sometimes sallow, sometimes pale face was now terrifyingly dark, and he had given a lot of homework in class, but it still couldn't stop all the students from being in good mood.

Earlier than that, the school began to prepare for the foreign guests.

The castle was thoroughly cleaned, and several dirty portraits were scrubbed clean, to which the scrubbed figures were dissatisfied. They sat hunched in the frame, muttering sullenly, grinning in pain each time they touched the tender pink flesh of their faces. That caused the armor to suddenly become shiny and shiny, and it no longer creaked when it moved. When the janitor, Argus Filch, saw that a student had forgotten to clean his shoes, and he was furious, causing two first-year girls to go into hysteria.

The other faculty members also seemed nervous.

"Longbottom, please, don't show your stuff in front of Durmstrand's people and show them that you don't even have a simple transformation charm!" she yelled during one of Professor McGonagall's Transfiguration classes. The lesson went particularly poorly, and Neville inadvertently grafted his ear onto a cactus.

Although his personality has changed, it will take time for other aspects to change.

All of the above reflects the importance that Hogwarts attaches to this event.

"Hermione, don't recommend your 'vomit badge' to those two school people, they won't like that kind of thing, Professor McGonagall will be angry if she finds out, don't be embarrassed in front of outsiders. Ron reminded Hermione in front of the castle that the students were lining up outside right now, and that no one wanted to be ashamed at this moment.

"How can it be a shame to fight for the rights of the disadvantaged? This should be an honorable cause!" Hermione was enraged at this time, and immediately retorted excitedly that she had been campaigning for the rights of house-elves these days, making a large number of medals engraved with the words S.P.E.W., and then selling her own set of "theories" everywhere.

Unfortunately, almost no one understands her philosophy, and even Harry and Ron treat her negatively, paying for her badge just to shut her up.

Neville was somewhat interested in this, after all, listening to Hermione, he more or less seemed to see his own shadow, so he bought a badge to support her actions, and even wanted to hold some position.

Other than that, no one was the slightest interested in what she had to say, even though Hermione chattered and pestered people in the Gryffindor common room every night.

"Quiet!" Professor McGonagall coughed heavily as she looked at the group of students in front of her, and reminded her loudly, the wrinkles around her sunken eye sockets becoming more and more obvious as her brow furrowed.

All the students were immediately silent, for it was the first time they had seen the old lady so serious, even though she was not smiling.

They were quiet, but that still didn't stop them from glancing excitedly at the darkening field, but there was no movement after a long time. Everything was silent and peaceful, no different from the usual.

Suddenly, a behemoth, much larger than a broomstick—or a hundred—was speeding across the deep blue sky toward the castle, growing larger and larger.

The lights of the castle are projected on the carriage in a powdery blue color.

The carriage grew larger and larger, like a house, and twelve winged horses flew through it, all of them silver-maned horses, each about the size of an elephant, and only a horse of this size could pull such a carriage.

The Thestrals of Hogwarts are a pitiful little body compared to them.

"Why don't you call it a drunkard horse?" Malfoy complained inwardly, still a little surprised by this animal that relied on wine for food.

Now it's not that the driver is drunk driving, it's that there is a problem with the tool itself.

The carriage flew lower and was descending at an extremely rapid speed, and the students standing in the first three rows hurriedly retreated—and then, with an earth-shattering loud noise, shook some of the timid students to the ground, and the senior students next to them hurriedly supported them from behind, so as not to lose face.

Then I saw the horses' hooves slamming to the ground, all the size of a vegetable plate. In the blink of an eye, the carriage also fell to the ground, vibrating on the huge wheels, and the golden horses shook their huge heads, their big fiery eyes dripping, and their noses spewing hot air.

The door is emblazoned with a coat of arms (two golden cross-crossed wands, each with three stars popping out of it), which is one of the symbols of Beauxbatons.

A boy in a light blue robe took the first step, jumped out of the carriage, bent down, groped for something on the floor of the carriage, and then opened a golden spiral staircase, and then he jumped back respectfully, and a shiny black heel came out of the carriage, which was the size of a child's sleigh - followed by a woman, indescribably large.

"She must have the blood of a giant. Ron whispered, but even so, Hermione quickly covered his mouth.

"Shut up!" she said.

Madame Maxime seemed to grow even more strangely as she got closer to the Hogwarts students who were in charge of greeting them. When she stepped into the light that spilled from the foyer, they found that she had a very handsome olive face, dark, watery eyes, and a very pointed nose. Her hair was combed back and tied in a shiny bun at the base of her neck. She was wrapped from head to toe in a black forged garment, and many precious opals shone around her neck and on her thick fingers. ，

Dumbledore began to applaud, and his classmates clapped their hands, many on tiptoe, trying to see the woman more clearly.

Her face relaxed, an elegant smile bloomed, and a glittering hand reached out toward Dumbledore. Dumbledore, though also tall, barely bent over when he kissed the hand.

"Luckily, at least not the contrast of jumping up and hitting someone's knee. Dumbledore and Lady Maxim's behavior at this time reminded Malfoy of something interesting.