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Triwizard Tournament

Beauxbatons and Durmstrang representatives will arrive at 6 p.m. on Friday, 3O. The afternoon class will end half an hour earlier. At that time, students are invited to return their school bags and textbooks to the dormitory, gather in front of the castle, greet our guests, and then participate in the welcome banquet.

Silver read the words on the notice board.

"Great!, that afternoon happened to be Moody's class. Michael said with some excitement.

The surrounding Gryffindor students glared at him with some disgust.

"Oh, I thought you'd love Moody's class. Silver said.

"How is that possible! After a man forces you to do a samba dance in front of the class with a Imperius curse, it's hard to get a liking for that person. ”

"That's just because you're not strong-willed. ”

"Hey, Jack, not everyone can resist the Dementor Charm as easily as you, I inquired, except for you, that is, Potter and a few of the top students in the upper class barely resisted the Dementor Charm. ”

"It's only been a week!" said Hufflepuff Ernie McMillan, his eyes twinkling, "I don't know if Cedric knows." I'll go sue him......"

"Maybe we need to tell Davis?" said Michael when he heard Ernie McMillan.

"Forget it. Padma said, "That showy guy must have known about it for a long time, and I don't think he'd be a Hogwarts Warrior." ”

Silver pretended to cough: "Padma, Davis and we belong to the same academy after all, so we can't speak too directly. ”

The appearance of this notice in the foyer had a noticeable effect on the people who lived in the castle. For the next week, no matter where people went, there seemed to be only one topic to talk about: Triwizard Tournament. Rumors spread among the students like contagious germs: who would be the Champions of Hogwarts, what the Championship would be, and how the Beauxbatons and Durmstrang students would be different from them.

The castle is being thoroughly cleaned. Several sordid portraits were scrubbed clean, and the scrubbed figures were very unhappy about it. 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 wipe his shoes clean, and he thundered violently, causing the two first-year girls to become hysterical.

The other faculty members also seemed nervous. Even the good-natured Professor Flitwick lost his temper because of the absent-mindedness of his students.

On the morning of the 3oth of November, when they went downstairs for breakfast, the present auditorium was renovated overnight. Huge silk banners hung on the walls, each representing one of Hogwarts houses: Gryffindor with a golden lion on a red background, Ravenclaw with a bronze eagle on a blue background, Hufflepuff with a black badger on a yellow background, and Slytherin with a silver python on a green background. Behind the teacher's desk, hung the largest banner with the coat of arms of Hogwarts: a lion, an eagle, a badger, and a snake linked together, surrounded by a large letter h.

Hermione and Pettier ran over from Gryffindor's table.

"Hermione, Patil, don't leave the Gryffindor team when you go out tonight to meet Beauxbatons and Durmstrang. Although the deans don't usually say anything, it's better to take care of their face a little at that time, and now everyone thinks you are Ravenclaw students. ”

Hermione laughed, "Yes, the Sorting Hat told me to go to Ravenclaw, but I chose to go to Gryffindor myself. ”

"I'd like to go to Ravenclaw, but the Sorting Hat says I'm better suited to Gryffindor," said Patil. It's a shame that Professor McGonagall is too harsh, and I prefer Professor Flitwick. ”

"How did Beauxbatons and Durmstrang get to Hogwarts today, and did they take the Hogwarts Express?" said Antonin, muttering, as he swallowed his bread.

"No, it won't. "Beauxbatons and Durmstrang have always wanted to compare Hogwarts to Hogwarts, and they will definitely use a special means of transportation to come to Hogwarts." ”

"What could it be? sitting on a dragon?" said Michael.

"Anyway, I'll know tonight, so I don't have to bother guessing. ”

On that day, there was a sense of anticipatory joy in the air. In class, no one was paying attention, and everyone thought that Beauxbatons and Durmstrang were coming tonight. When the bell rang early, the students hurried to the common room of their respective colleges, laid down their school bags and textbooks, put on their cloaks, and rushed down the stairs to the foyer in three steps and two steps.

The deans of the college are ordering their students to line up.

"Weasley, put your hat on," Professor McGonagall said sternly to Ron, "Miss Patil, take that ridiculous thing off your head." ”

Parvati frowned unhappily and removed a large butterfly headdress from her braid. Silver looked at her and muttered, looking at her lips as if "why am I not Ravenclaw".

"The first-year students are in the front...... Don't crowd ......"

The students walked down the stairs and stood in front of the castle in a line. It was a cold, airy evening, and night was falling, and a white, translucent moon was already hanging over the Forbidden Forest. They excitedly scanned the darkening field, but saw no movement. A qiē is silent and quiet, no different from the usual.

"Ahh

"Where?" asked the students eagerly, looking in different directions.

"There!" one of the students shouted, pointing over the Forbidden Forest.

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

As the black behemoth skimmed over the treetops of the Forbidden Forest, illuminated by the lights of the castle window, they saw a great powder-blue carriage flying towards them. It was the size of a house, and twelve winged horses flew through it, all of them silver-maned horses, each about the size of an elephant.

The carriage flew even lower, and was descending with great speed, when the students standing in the first three rows hurried back—and then, with an earth-shattering loud noise—saw the horses' hooves slam to the ground, all the size of a vegetable plate. In the blink of an eye, the carriage also landed on the ground, vibrating on the huge wheels, and the golden horses shook their huge heads, their big fiery red eyes dripping.

A boy in a light blue robe jumped out of the carriage, bent down, groped for something on the floor of the carriage, and opened a golden spiral staircase. He jumped back respectfully, and saw a shiny black heel sticking out of the carriage—the size of a child's sleigh—followed by a woman of astonishing size. In this way, it is self-evident why the carriage and those silver-maned horses are so big. Several people gasped in shock.

The woman seemed even more bizarrely bigger. When she stepped into the light that poured out of the foyer, she had a handsome olive face, dark, watery eyes, and a pointed nose. Her hair was combed back and curled into 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 stretched out toward Dumbledore. Dumbledore, though also tall, barely bent over when he kissed the hand.

"Dear Lady Maxim," he said, "welcome to Hogwarts. ”

"Dumbledore," said Lady Maxim in a deep voice, "I hope you're all right. ”

"Very good, thank you. Dumbledore said.

"My students. Madame Maxim said, waving a huge hand nonchalantly behind her.

By this time about twelve or thirteen schoolboys and girls had dismounted from the carriage and were now standing behind Madame Maxim. Judging from their appearance, they are all about ten ** years old, and they are all trembling slightly. This is not surprising, since the robes on their bodies seem to be made of fine silk, and none of them wore cloaks. Several students had their heads wrapped in scarves or headscarves. They all looked up at Hogwarts with wary expressions on their faces.

"Is Karkaroff here?" asked Madame Maxim.

"He'll come anytime. Dumbledore said, "Would you rather wait here to meet him, or would you rather go in and get warm?"

"Let's warm up. "But the horses—" said Madame Maxime.

"Our Conservation Magical Creatures Teacher will be happy to take care of them," Dumbledore said, "and he'll come back after dealing with a little mess, it's his- well- something else he's going to take care of." ”

"My steed needs a very strong man to take care of it," said Lady Maxime, as if doubtful that Hogwarts' teachers of magical creatures would be up to the task, "they have a very strong temperament......

"I assure you, Hagrid is more than capable of doing the job. Dumbledore said with a smile.

"Very well," said Madame Maxim, bowing slightly, "can you tell this Hagrid that these horses only drink single malt whiskey?"

"I'll take care of it. Dumbledore said, bowing as well.

"Come on. Madame Maxim said majestically to her students. The Hogwarts crowd then dodged a passageway for her and her students to walk up the stone steps.

The students continued to wait for the arrival of the Durmstrang delegation, shivering from the cold. Most people are staring up at the sky. There was silence for a moment, except for the sound of Madame Maxim's giant horse snorting and stomping its hooves. That's when --

A loud, strange sound wafted towards them from the darkness: a pent-up rumbling and sucking sound, like a giant vacuum cleaner moving along the riverbed......

"In the lake!" someone shouted, "Look at the lake!"

Standing on the slope of the lawn overlooking the site, they could clearly see the calm, black water, but it suddenly became no longer calm. There was a commotion in the middle of the lake, with a huge splash on the surface and waves crashing against the damp shore - and then, right in the middle of the lake, a large whirlpool appeared, as if a huge plug had suddenly been pulled out of the bottom of the lake......

A long, black rod-like thing slowly rose from the whirlpool......

Slowly, and in extraordinary style, the great ship rose out of the water, shining in the moonlight. It looked eerie, like a skeleton, as if it were the remains of a freshly salvaged shipwreck, and the portholes shimmered with a dim, foggy glimmer that looked like ghostly eyes. Finally, with a faint splashing of water, the big boat came out completely, tossed on the undulating water, and began to sail towards the shore. A moment later they heard a thud, an iron anchor thrown into the shallow water, and then another snap, and a plank was placed on the shore of the lake.

The people on the boat are coming ashore, and the students can see the silhouette of the person as they pass by the porthole light. They all look very tall...... However, as they came closer, along the lawn and into the foyer, the students realized that they were all wearing a black fur cloak with a tangled hair. But the man who led them to the castle wore a different kind of fur: silvery-white, soft and smooth, much like his head.

"Dumbledore!" cried the man enthusiastically as he walked up the slope, "how are you, my dear old fellow?"

"Great, thank you, Professor Karkaroff. Dumbledore replied.

Karloff's voice was mellow and sweet. When he walked into the light shining from the main entrance of the castle, they saw that he was tall and thin like Dumbledore, but his white head was short, and his goatee did not completely cover his thin chin. He walked up to Dumbledore and shook Dumbledore's hand with both hands.

"My dear old fellow, Hogwarts," he said, looking up at the castle, smiling—his teeth were yellow, and despite the smile on his face, there was no smile in his eyes, which were still cold and sharp, "it's nice to be here, it's good...... Wickdor, come over and warm up...... Don't you mind, Dumbledore, Wickdor has a cold......"

Karkaroff motioned for one of his students to step forward. As the boy walked by, many people were whispering.

"Look!—that's Krum!"