Chapter 545: Durmstrong
Gabrielle seemed to want to come over and say a few words to Aven. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. biquge。 info
But her little hand was held tightly by Fleur, and she couldn't pull it out at all, so she could only wave at Evan with her other hand.
It wasn't until Evan waved his hand in the same way that she put it down satisfied.
Immediately, seeing all the Hogwarts students staring at her, her face suddenly turned red.
The girl was obviously embarrassed, she was too excited to see Evan just now, and she forgot that there were so many people here.
"Who is that French girl waving at Aven?"
"I don't know, but she's pretty looking, isn't she?!"
Many of the boys were staring at Gabrielle, seemingly attracted to her at once.
Fortunately, Gabrielle is still young now, and the magic of the Meiwa bloodline in her body is not strong.
Everyone just felt that this little girl looked very beautiful and cute, with an inexplicable sense of intimacy, and was not fascinated.
Immediately, more people noticed the expressions on the faces of the other Beauxbatons students, especially the boys, who looked at Evan one by one.
The disgust on their faces that could not be concealed seemed to be a great hatred.
The young wizards whispered about this, and while no one knew what Evan had done at Beauxbatons at the end of last semester, it wasn't surprising that Evan had suddenly become the center of attention.
They have been used to it for the past two years, as if it is not like this, it is not normal.
As for Aven, he didn't have the time to think about what the others thought.
He didn't pay attention to the group of Beauxbatons students who were not kind to him.
He said hello to Gabrielle, and just as he put his hand down, Hermione suddenly came to his ear.
"Who is she?" she asked, in a low voice.
"Gabrielle Delacour!"
Hermione nodded, she knew that Evan had such a friend, and she sent several letters almost every week.
They also discussed the difference between the French owl and the English owl.
Evan waited for a moment, but Hermione didn't continue to speak, not knowing what she was thinking.
He glanced back at Hermione in surprise, expecting her to continue asking.
Now Hermione was like a kitten, very quiet, but there was a hint of cunning in her proud gaze.
Evan turned his head, secretly glad that it was Gabrielle who came, and if Elaine was here, it would have been bad.
The brief commotion in front of the castle aside, the foyer where Dumbledore and Lady Maxime were still talking.
"The last time I came to Hogwarts was more than forty years ago, and it still looks so beautiful!"
"The doors of Hogwarts are always open, and you and your students can come whenever you want. Dumbledore said with a smile.
"Yes, in the past, the various magic schools used to exchange students with each other, which is a good tradition, and I wish we could return to it. Madame Maxim continued, "You know that since the appearance of those two people, the overall level of the European wizarding world has dropped dramatically, and there are many areas ......."
"This Triwizard Tournament is a good start. Dumbledore said pointedly.
"Yes, is Karkaroff here?" Lady Maxim nodded.
"He'll come anytime. Dumbledore said, "Would you rather meet him here, or would you rather go in first and get warm?"
"Let's warm up. "But the horses ......."
"Don't worry, our Conservation Magical Creature Teacher will be happy to take care of them," Dumbledore said, "and he'll come back after dealing with a little mess, it's, well, something else he's going to take care of is messing around." ”
Obviously, it's the ones that are getting bigger and bigger that are making trouble.
They are now trying to escape from the crate, and Hagrid has to retrieve all the fleeing snails.
"My horse needs a lot of strength to take care of it. Madame Maxime said uneasily, as if doubtful that Hogwarts' teachers of magical creatures would be up to the task, "You know, they're very hot......
"I assure you, Hagrid is more than capable of doing the job. Dumbledore said with a smile.
"Very well!" said Madame Maxim, bowing slightly, "and, can you tell this Hagrid that these horses only drink pure malt whiskey?"
"I'll take care of it. Dumbledore said, bowing as well.
"Come on. Madame Maxim said majestically to her students.
The students of Hogwarts retreated, and the crowd dodged through a passageway for her and her students to ascend the stone steps.
Once Beauxbatons had all entered, the conversation shifted to Durmstrang.
"How big do you think Durmstrang's horse is?" said Seamus Finigan, leaning over.
"I don't know, but if they're bigger than these horses, I'm afraid even Hagrid won't be able to fiddle with them. Harry said, "I mean, if he hadn't been bitten by his tail snails." I wonder what's wrong with them?"
"Probably ran away. Ron said hopefully.
"Don't say that," Hermione said immediately, "Think about it, those guys are crawling all over the field......"
"Don't worry, Hagrid will take care of it, and Durmstrang doesn't necessarily have rune horses. Evan said.
He whispered to the few people around him about the origin of the rune horses, their rarity, and the cost of raising them.
The little wizards were amazed again, they had always thought that these horses were the legendary Pegasus.
Everyone stood there, waiting for the Durmstrang delegation to arrive.
More than twenty minutes passed, and everyone was already shivering slightly from the cold.
Most of them looked up at the sky, and for a moment there was silence, for it had been so long and the temperature was so cold that they had no interest in talking, except for the sound of Madame Maxim's giant horse snorting and stomping its hooves.
Suddenly, Colin asked, "Did you hear anything?"
Immediately after, Evan heard a loud and strange sound wafting towards them from the darkness: a suppressed rumbling and sucking sound, like a giant vacuum cleaner moving along the riverbed......
"In the lake!" shouted Lee Jordan, pointing to the lake, "Look at the lake!"
Standing on the slope of the lawn overlooking the site, they could clearly see the calm, black water.
Suddenly the surface of the water was no longer calm, and there was a commotion in the middle of the lake, and there was a huge splash on the water, and the waves crashed against the damp shore, and then, in the very 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 pole-like thing slowly rose from the whirlpool, followed by the sail rigging...... (To be continued.) )