In the afternoon, there was a sense of anticipatory joy in the air, and even Snape's class was largely unattended.

But Snape doesn't care, as long as Hallie is in the classroom, everyone else cares about me?

Unfortunately, the class ended half an hour early, and when the bell rang early, a huge number of students streamed out of the classrooms.

What makes Egg feel proud is that the little wizards in the school are now wearing special cloaks provided by the company under Poison Egg, because of this competition, Iger specially told Remus to expedite the whole school to be fully equipped and provided for free.

Before I knew it, Egger's subordinates also had a well-equipped assembly line, the cloak was provided by Madame Morkin's shop, and then the wizards recruited by Remus went through layers of alchemy processes, and finally Remus cast a few core spells, and a cloak worth fifty Galleons was freshly baked...

"It's a little cold," Hermione muttered, and as the words fell, Hermione's cloak hurriedly wrapped around Hermione and began to heat up.

"That's good..."Ron stared at the cloak on his body, "It's good to have Egger, otherwise I don't think I can afford it..."

"It's nothing if you can afford it or not," Harry tugged at the cloak uneasily, "I gave the cloak its personality according to Egger's method, why does it seem like it's going to strangle me?" ”

"Maybe I love you too much, right?" Fred in the front row turned around and laughed.

"Weasley, put your hat on." Professor McGonagall's stern gaze swept over, and then she turned to look to the other side, "Miss Pettier, please take that poor little flower demon off her head, she's about to freeze to death!" ”

Parvati frowned unhappily and dragged the little flower demon who was clinging to the butterfly headdress down.

"Thank you, and if it's not too much trouble, please take off that ridiculous headdress." Professor McGonagall's voice was cold.

"Do you want me to screw my head off next?" Parvati muttered, angrily pulling the butterfly hairpin off her head.

"Please come with me." Professor McGonagall said, "The first-year students are in the front... Don't crowd everyone..."

"Mr. Moritisus?" Professor McGonagall grabbed Egg, who was warming up next to Hermione, "Please stand in front with me." ”

“why？” Iger blinked.

"You're the referee—" Professor McGonagall pursed her lips, "and every school will show its own," Professor McGonagall shrugged her shoulders and laughed as if excited.

The corners of Egg's mouth tugged, sure enough, even an older cat lady would have a heart to compare...

The students walked down the stairs and stood in line in front of the castle as it was a cold, fresh evening as night fell.

In the distance, Emily rode Buckbeak at the edge of the Forbidden Forest and watched curiously, and not far behind her, Hagrid was casting a swelling charm on the pumpkins.

"It's nice... Emily, she doesn't have to stand here stupidly, I think they're going to feel like we're stupid. Ron muttered.

Harry grinned, "Look at it, maybe they think so too." ”

When the words fell, the two of them burst into low laughter.

"Huh? What about the cute rain? Hermione turned her head curiously.

"I'm going to play with Hagrid, she's not from our school, and she doesn't want to have contact with her former classmates..."Fred pointed into the distance, and Yu Mengyu was squatting in Hagrid's yard and stabbing a fried tail snail, faintly popping out of the fence with a small head.

"She's pathetic," Hermione sighed sadly.

"I think she should join Hogwarts." George thought for a moment: "It's not that there are no Asians in the school, look at Ravenclaw's Cho Chang, so many people are chasing it." ”

"I may not be able to get over that hurdle in my heart, but I guess when this year passes, the people from their school are gone, and it should be fine." Harry looked in the direction of the Rainbow.

"How do you know that well?" Ron's eyes suddenly turned unkind.

"That feeling of loneliness," said Harry dryly, "I can probably understand it." ”

"Tsk," Fred laughed, "Mind you, Ginny has six older brothers..."

Harry: "......"

Nima's, I'm so hard...

Ron looked at his watch, which was probably the only thing of value left on him, as neither electronic nor quartz watches could be used at Hogwarts, the students had to wear mechanical watches, which were given to him by Bill for Christmas two years earlier.

"It's almost six o'clock, how do you think they're coming? By train? Ron looked at Harry.

"Should... No way? Harry thought for a moment, shouldn't he pick up Hogsmeade by train?

"Could it be a broomstick?" Harry thought for a moment, "Maybe it's like last year's Kunlun Hall, flying over?" ”

"Who knows, maybe they're underage there too?" Ron shrugged.

"Hogwarts! No! Apparition apparition! Hermione gritted her teeth and whispered, "How many more times do you want me to say it?" ”

"But Egger—" Harry opened his mouth.

"He's the devil! Not human! Hermione choked.

Deideidei, you say dei!

Nima's...

The two of them were no longer silent, Egg was not here, and no one dared to provoke Hermione.

The sky gradually darkened, and Iger stood uncomfortably beside Professor McGonagall, and then looked at Professor McGonagall with a blank eye, "I don't think we should compare, Professor..."

"Did I say I wanted to compare?" Professor McGonagall was expressionless, steady.

Egg (shocked) turns his head to look at Professor McGonagall, you don't remember what you just said so quickly?

Aisha, who was on the side, suddenly covered her mouth and laughed softly, and the corners of Snape's mouth curled up, and she snorted imperceptibly.

The professors have known about other schools, such as Durmstrang, there is a world-class star among the other party's students, and Beauxbatons, the other party has a super beauty, don't care if it's good or not, at least beautiful, a group of teachers in Kunlun Hall don't know much about it for the time being, but it shouldn't be bad.

Dumbledore turned his head to look at Egg behind him, what is this of his own?

Forget it, what has Iger done in the past few years?

In his first year of school, he slaughtered Quirrell...

The holiday picked up a werewolf's brain...

The next year, I caught a basilisk and ate it with the students before the holidays...

Then during the holidays, a group of dark wizards were burned to catch Voldemort, and then they almost demolished Kunlun Hall half a world away...

The third year was quite stable, but it began to change its business route again, and the magical world smashed by gold is about to inflation...

And then the holiday was idle and boring, and the first generation of the Dark Lord was put in my hands...

He's a terrorist, isn't he?

Before Dumbledore could think too deeply, the sound of wings flapping in the distance suddenly caught his attention.

"Ahh If I'm not mistaken, Beauxbatons' representatives have arrived. Dumbledore's voice rang out.

"Where?" The students suddenly looked around and looked in different directions.

"There—" Egger pointed his staff in his hand, pointing at the sky above the Forbidden Forest.

Dumbledore: "......"

It's good to show the way... But why does it feel like Egger is carrying not a staff, but a stick?

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