Dumbledore's surprises often contain a sufficient amount of fright.

In other words, his surprise must be more like a fright than yours.

Therefore, no one likes the little surprises he has carefully prepared.

Professor McGonagall, as Vice-Chancellor, was the least like.

When she enrolled:

The principal is still Armando Duppet; The school song still has a tune; Dark Defence Division positions are still in demand; Halloween is still safe; Quidditch still went well; Gryffindor students are still of high quality.

She graduated and went to the Ministry of Magic for two years, and the headmaster became Dumbledore, before being invited back to teach.

The special opening party almost scared young Miss McGonagall into quitting.

In the decades since, Hogwarts has never been the same Hogwarts it once was.

In recent years...... To be precise, since Harry entered the school, there have been more and more high-frequency crises.

As for William, and Tywin the Death Eater that year...... Selectively ignored by Professor McGonagall.

Who wouldn't love such a good student.

Does what happened to the school over the years have anything to do with him? Definitely not!

Fortunately, Professor Dumbledore tonight was quite self-aware, and he didn't show his little surprise, but followed Karkaroff and Maxim to talk and laugh there.

Professor McGonagall finally breathed a sigh of relief, she, the vice-principal, said to be the vice-principal, but she did the work of the principal.

There's also a lot of unobtrusive professors and prickly students.

It's hard to lead the team, McGonagall sighed.

I hope Professor Dumbledore won't surprise her in this Triwizard Tournament.

She couldn't accept the surprise!

Professor McGonagall sighed, and Snape stared at Karkaroff from time to time.

Just now Dumbledore asked him to take Karkaroff to change clothes, just to get some news from the mouth of this former 'colleague'.

It's a pity that the other party called Krum as a shield and pulled him to change clothes.

The two stayed together, and Snape couldn't find an opportunity to talk privately.

Karkaroff stole a sneak glance at the Mad-Eyed Man.

This old thing...... Not crazy yet?

Back then, he was the one who captured him.

Karkaroff glanced at Crouch again.

This dog thing...... Not dead yet?

Back then, it was Crouch himself who interrogated him and almost got him into Azkaban.

He glanced at Snape again.

This dead traitor......

The professors had their own ideas and did not eat enough, but the students were happy.

Because tonight's dinner is extraordinarily rich, even more sumptuous than Christmas.

The plates in front of everyone were full of food. Those house-elves did everything they could, and even seven or eight foreign cuisines appeared.

Ravenclaw students are conducting academic research in front of a large plate of snails.

This dish of salted cod, snails, Belize, Swiss tower, garlic butter sauce...... It doesn't look like food, it's more like Hagrid's fried snails.

A group of British people still find it unpalatable when they are skeptical of French cuisine...... Hey, something seems wrong.

"It tastes okay." William wiped his mouth and smiled at Fleur, "But it's not as authentic as you did last time." ”

"No, I don't make this delicious." Fleur covered her mouth and smiled, "But if you like it, I can do it again." ”

The last time I ate snails was last year at Biarritz Beach in France.

A group of them went to catch the sea, caught a lot of snails, and Fleur made a French-style feast.

Fleur's cooking skills are much better than Hermione's, not at all a grade.

For this reason, Hermione, who refused to admit defeat, went back and practiced hard for another summer vacation.

But she can't even cook British food, let alone French food.

Anne hurriedly told Hermione that it was a matter of cuisine, that British food was inherently difficult and had nothing to do with her cooking skills.

Hermione then stopped persecuting William and Anne's taste buds.

Halfway through eating, Fleur felt a little hot and took off the heavy scarf on her head.

Only then did everyone see her appearance clearly.

A long waterfall-like head of shiny silver hair that hung down to his waist. Big blue eyes and a picturesque appearance.

Fleur immediately caused a restlessness.

The male students at the Ravenclaw table all stopped what they were doing and looked at her with dementia.

Fleur was accustomed to this kind of thing, and continued to talk to William about French cuisine as if no one was around.

William in French and Fleur in English...... The two of them got up a little weird.

Fleur quickly had her fill, stood up and winked:

"I'm going to see Hermione, I didn't see her just now."

Gryffindor table,

Ron was staring into the distance.

Durmstrang's pupil sat at the Slytherin table, and saw all kinds of envy and hatred in him.

"Harry, we should have given up sooner so Krum could sit next to us." He grumbled.

Seeing Malfoy leaning over to talk to Krum, Ron said harshly:

"Malfoy must be talking to him. I bet Krum could see what he was at a glance.

I dare say that everywhere Krum goes, there are people who are flattering and flattering him...... Where will they sleep, you say? ”

Ron looked at Krum and said:

"We could give him a bed in our dorm, Harry...... I'm willing to give him my bed to sleep in, and I sleep on a marching bed......"

Harry glanced at Ron wordlessly. As for it?

As Hermione said: just a Quidditch player.

Harry certainly wouldn't want to give up his bed to Krum...... However, he was willing to give up the bed to Qiu.

He can stay by and watch all night without sleeping...... Hey, hey, hey.

Ron, who was still chattering, suddenly stopped, his mouth wide open, his eyes wide.

A witch walked towards him.

It was the prettiest girl Ron had ever seen, with a slender build, long silver hair, and a smile on her lips.

That smile, sweet and elegant, as if the spring breeze was blowing through Diagon Alley, and the autumn rain was soaking Gringotts.

At this moment, Ron felt like he was in love.

This must have been the arrangement of fate.

"Hey!" The girl laughed softly, "Long time no see." ”

Like an old friend, Ron said in a voice that only he could hear, "yes, long time no see." ”

That's right, he felt that the two had met in their previous lives.

"My name is Ronald ......"

But the girl didn't greet him, let alone see him, and walked straight towards Hermione.

"Fleur, long time no see." Hermione stood up and took Fleur's hand.

The two of them were like best friends, bouncing together and muttering silver bell-like laughter.

"Let's go, let's go over there, I have a lot to say to you."

Fleur pulled Hermione and walked towards the Ravenclaw table.

Seeing that the two were leaving, Ron suddenly stood up.

"Ron, what's the matter with you?" Hermione's eyebrows raised.

Ron's face flushed. He stared blankly at Fleur and opened his mouth to answer, but only made some strange small sounds, as if his throat was stuck.

That expression...... It's like I've never seen a girl before.

Hermione coughed in displeasure at Ron's faux pas.

He finally stumbled and said, "Is this your friend?" Hermione ......"

"Of course." Hermione said impatiently, "I've mentioned it before...... Hibiscus. ”

"Sputum ......," Ron remembered the name.

Fleur showed an expression of disgust, and said coldly in a very standard London accent: "My name is Fleur, not slimy phlegm!" ”

She took Hermione's hand and went straight around Ron.

"How did I just behave, bro!" Ron sat down and said to Harry in a hoarse voice.

"Very inferior......," Harry whispered.

Ron glared at the other like an idiot, describing him as Sun...... It's all euphemism.

It's so embarrassing that he wants to stand up and tell everyone that he doesn't know Ron.

Ron ignored Harry and continued to look at Fleur's back.

Seeing the girl sitting next to William, seemingly intimately intimate with him, Ron's face turned pale, as if he had lost his soul.

At this moment, a heavy cough came from behind him.

Ron turned his head away.

Finding a little silver-haired girl standing next to Anne, she stretched out her fingers, pointed to Ron's eyes, and said coldly: "Look again, your eyes will blind you!" ”

It's not just Gabriel who wants to blind others, but also Professor Flitwick.

Hagrid, who was late, had just sat down in his chair when he noticed staring at Maxim.

His eyes widened and his breathing became rapid. Back then, Noble was born, and he wasn't so excited.

Hagrid raised his shot glass, ready to take a sip to crush the shock.

But instead of reaching his mouth, the oat wine was poured all over Professor Flitwick's head.

He smirked and picked up his fork again, ready to cut some beef.

The fork was stuck directly into Professor Flitwick's hand.

Professor Flitwick, who has always been a good man, couldn't help but say angrily:

"Hagrid, you idiot!"

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