When Beauxbatons' carriage door opened, a boy in a light blue robe jumped out of the carriage, bent down, groped for something on the floor of the carriage, opened a golden spiral staircase, and then jumped back respectfully, and then a shiny black heel came out of the carriage, the size of a child's sleigh!

Darren estimated that she was about as tall as Hagrid, but her appearance was not as rugged as Hagrid's, with a handsome olive-colored face, a pair of dark and watery eyes, and a very pointed nose, her hair combed back and a shiny bun at the base of her neck, and a black forging garment wrapped around her body, shining with luxurious opals on her neck and thick fingers. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

At this time, Dumbledore began to applaud, and the students also clapped their hands, and many people were on tiptoe, trying to see the woman more clearly, fortunately Darren was in a better position, otherwise he would definitely be blocked by the crowd, of course, this also has something to do with the size of the woman.

After a graceful smile, the tall woman stretched out a shining hand and walked towards Dumbledore, who, although also tall, barely bent down when he kissed the hand, "Dear Lady Maxim, welcome to Hogwarts. ”

"Dumbledore," Lady Maxim said in a deep voice, "I wish you all the best. "This is normal, she is so big, her vocal cords must be very strong, and her voice will naturally be much deeper.

"Very good, thank you. Dumbledore said.

"My students," said Madame Maxim, waving a huge hand carelessly behind her, when about twelve or three schoolgirls had disembarked from the carriage, and stood behind Madame Maxim, all of whom were about eighteen or nineteen years old, and it was evident that Madame Maxim knew the age limit of the Triwizard Tournament.

But the Beauxbatons students didn't seem to have seen or listened to the weather forecast, wearing only robes made of silk, with only a few students wrapped their heads in scarves or headscarves, and in England, the weather at the end of October was not warm, so it was not surprising that they were all shivering.

"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." ”

It was then that Darren noticed that Hagrid was not there, otherwise it would have been interesting to put him and Madame Maxime in one shot.

"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 pure malt whiskey?"

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

"Come on. Madame Maxime said majestically to her students, and the Hogwarts crowd dodged a passage for her and her students to walk up the stone steps, and Darren saw that the students could not wait for the shining and warm castle, but they were still slowly following Madame Maxim, Beauxbatons' students were much more common than Hogwarts.

In addition, the boys who go to school in this school must be very happy, because Darren sees that the level of the few girls who do not cover their heads is quite high, but I don't know if it was specially selected from Beauxbatons's school......

After the Beauxbatons delegation entered the castle, the Hogwarts students continued to wait for Durmstrang, with the Pegasus carriage, their interest had been aroused, even as the night fell and the temperature continued to drop, they still couldn't let them go, looking up at the sky in the hope of seeing new spectacles, only Darren turned the magic camera to the Black Lagoon.

After a while, they heard a loud and strange sound coming towards them from the darkness, a muffled rumble 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 by the remaining light that the calm black water was rippling, and there was a huge splash on the water, and the waves crashed against the damp shore, and then, 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!

Then, a long, black rod-like thing slowly rose from the whirlpool...... Then there was the sail rigging...... "A mast!" Harry shouted, this guy had such good eyes, no wonder he could be a Seeker, Darren only saw through the lens of the camera, although his eyesight was good.

Slowly, the mast rose higher and higher, and the hull below was exposed to the water, glistening in the moonlight, except that it looked eerie, like a skeleton, as if it were the remains of a newly salvaged shipwreck, and the portholes shimmered with a dim, foggy shimmer that looked like ghostly eyes.

Finally, with a slight splash of water, the big boat came out completely, tossed on the undulating waters, and began to sail towards the shore, and after a few moments they heard a plop, and an iron anchor was thrown into the shallow water, and then with another snap, a plank was laid on the shore of the lake, and the people on board began to come ashore.

From a distance, they were all about the same size as Crabbe and Goyle, because they were all dressed in a kind of fur cloak, the fur on which was unkempt and tangled, but it must have been warm, at least in this weather, much more suitable than Beauxbatons' silk robes.

The man at the front stood out, for he wore a silver-white fur coat, the same as his short hair, and a goatee with a little curly on his chin, "Dumbledore!" the man cried out enthusiastically as he walked up the slope, "How are you, my dear old fellow?"

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