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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.

The door opens with a coat of arms (two golden cross-crossed wands, each with three stars popping out of it), the school emblem of Beauxbatons.

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 a shiny black heel came out of the carriage—the shoe the size of a child's sleigh—followed by a woman, the size of Hagrid. Seeing this, it is not difficult to understand why the carriage and those silver-maned horses are so big.

The woman (who was now at the bottom of the stairs, turning to look at the wide-eyed crowd waiting) walked into the light that poured out of the foyer, and found that she had a handsome olive-colored face, dark, watery eyes, and a very pointed nose.

Her hair was combed back and tied in 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 reached out toward Dumbledore. Dumbledore, though also tall, barely bent over when he kissed the hand.

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

"Dumbledore," Lady Maxim said in a deep voice, "I wish you all the best. ”

"Very good, thank you." Dumbledore said.

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

About twelve or thirteen schoolboys and girls had disembarked from the carriage and were now standing behind Madame Maxim. Judging from their appearance, they are all about eighteen or nineteen 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 awe-inspiring expressions on their faces.

Wang Yong looked at Beauxbatons curiously, the average appearance was higher than that of Hogwarts, but it could also be that these were the elite of Beauxbatons, and the beauty of Italian and French women was quite famous even in the whole of Europe.

"Is Karkaroff coming?" Madame Maxim asked.

"He'll come at any time." Dumbledore said, "Would you rather wait here to meet him, or would you rather go in first to warm up?" ”

"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's definitely a fried snail." Qiu Zhang also looked around curiously at this time, she was going to Professor Kettleburn, but then she was replaced by Hagrid, which made her depressed for a long time, as a girl, she obviously liked cute magical creatures to dangerous, slimy fried tail snails that could explode at any time.

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

They stood there, shivering from the cold, waiting for the arrival of the Durmstrang delegation. 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.

Wang Yong didn't speak at this time, he found that his body had an unnatural tremor, was he expecting something? It's a pity that this is in public, otherwise he would have used Dark Prophecy to find out.

That's when --

"Did you hear anything?" Xue asked, looking up like a stream flowing in the middle of summer.

Wang Yong listened carefully. 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!" Qiu Zhang jumped up in surprise, "Look at that lake!" Qiu Zhang's fist knocked on Wang Yong's back.

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...... Then Wang Yong saw the sail rigging......

"It's a mast!" Snow stood on tiptoe.

Slowly, and in extraordinary style, the great ship rose out of the water, glittering 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.

Kind of like those magical ships in Pirates of the Caribbean.

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 were coming ashore, and they could see the silhouette of the person as they passed by the porthole light.

From a distance, it looks like it's huge...... However, when they came closer and walked down the lawn into the light cast by the foyer, they realized that they were so large because they were all wearing a kind of fur cloak, the fur on which was unkempt and tangled.

As they approached, Wang Yong found that his heart was beating faster, he was anxiously searching, he was looking for something, although he knew that it might be hopeless, although he knew that when fantasy and reality bordered it was often a disaster, but he was still anxiously searching, maybe it was just a meaningless dream......

Durmstrang's leader, Karkaroff, greeting Dumbledore, or Krum being in the group, went completely unnoticed by him.

At last he swept through the fur-cloaked figures, and found no one that was familiar, or looked familiar.

After all, it's under the cloak, maybe you don't see the face clearly? Wang Yong is comforting himself.

Finally, everyone came together and entered the castle one after another.

"You go in first." He stroked Xue Xiumei's long hair.

He walked towards the icy Hogwarts hunting grounds, perhaps towards the Black Ship, perhaps he saw a little fire in the distant sky.

"You~" Xue looked at Wang Yong's figure walking towards the hunting ground, shook her head helplessly and walked towards the auditorium, Wang Yong always had some strange movements that made him a little incomprehensible, but it was precisely because of this that the two of them were so attracted to each other.

The night was so cold that even Wang Yong felt a hint of cold.

The small crimson fire in the distance was getting closer and closer, finally

"Huh~" accompanied by the crisp sound of birdsong.

A fiery red bird stopped on Wang Yong's finger.

"Suzaku, you've finally arrived." A hint of joy finally appeared on Wang Yong's face, diluting his disappointment today.

"What a cute bird."

Wang Yong turned his head and couldn't help but be a little stunned.