342. Beauxbatons and Durmstrang 2

In the hall, the deans of the various colleges were waiting for everyone, and Professor Sprint was among them, who seemed to have taken care of her hair today, and had also changed into a relatively new green robe.

"Come on, here, Cedric hurry up and get the line in order, we need to make way for the people from the other houses. Professor Sprint beckoned Cedric to help him sort out the line.

"Yes, Professor. Cedric, who had changed into a new robe, hurriedly stood in front and began to organize the line.

The Hufflepuff common room was the closest to the foyer of the four houses, and just as the students from the other houses were just showing up, Hufflepuff was already leading Professor Splinter down the stairs and standing in front of the castle.

The heads of the houses stood at the front of their ranks, and their headmaster, Dumbledore Albus, seemed to have arrived earlier.

Lady Diggory and the people of Magic Television were standing together at this point, and one of the large wizards was putting the finishing touches on the magic camera.

It's a sunny day, and it's a little cold in the evening, but the air is fresh.

Night was falling, and a white, translucent moon was already hanging quietly over the Forbidden Forest.

At this time, the students of the other houses also appeared in front of the castle, and Field and Rolf saw the Harry trio in the middle of the crowd, as well as Ginny Weasley, who was waving to him, and Colin Creevey, the little second-year basilisk next to her.

In front of Field, Ernie and Justin stood there whispering.

"It's almost six o'clock," said Justin Finchrie, looking at his watch, at the station that led to the front gate of the castle, "how do you say they will come?

"I don't think so. Ernie shook his head.

"How's that coming?" Justin guessed as he looked up at the starry sky.

"I don't think so...... You must know that Beauxbatons and Durmstrang, one is in France and the other is in Northern Europe, the distance is very far, and the weather is so cold, if you take a broom from such a distance, I think we will see one popsicle after another...... Hahaha. Ernie quipped.

"Ernie, how did you say they came, didn't you say you have a distant relative who went to school at Durmstrang, or is it the representative this time?" asked Justin impatiently.

"Well, I don't know, my cousin's letter didn't say it, maybe they'll use the portkey, right?" Ernie guessed, but in a blink of an eye he denied his claim, the portkey teleportation is very limited, and it is obviously not suitable for such a large-scale transfer activity.

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"Maybe they can apparition—maybe in their place, people under the age of seventeen are allowed to apparition too?" Ernie added uncertainly.

"No, apparitions are not allowed in the Hogwarts grounds, unless they apparilate to Hogsmeade and come back, but the school told us to wait here, and that obviously won't be the case. Rolf's cold voice interrupted them.

"What ......do you mean, Rolf," Ernie asked.

"Remember the other day when Magic TV looked back at the Quidditch World Cup during the holidays? Rolf said quietly.

"Oh, indeed, it seems that these foreign students should have prepared us for an interesting and shocking entrance ceremony. Ernie sighed.

"I'd rather them hurry, it's a waste of everyone's time. Field said indignantly that he didn't like the feeling of waiting for someone

The sky was starting to darken, and there was still no movement in front of the castle. Everything was silent and peaceful, no different from the usual. The residual temperature on the ground began to fade away, and the weather became colder.

Just when Field couldn't help but want to complain to Rolfe again, he saw Dumbledore shouting not far ahead.

"Ah, if I'm not mistaken, Beauxbatons' representatives have arrived!"

"Oh, it's finally here, Gore, get the camera ready. Mrs. Diggory cheered up and reminded the cameraman beside her.

"Where?" asked the students eagerly, and began to look in different directions.

"There!" Field pointed over the Forbidden Forest, alerting the messy little badgers around him.

At this moment, above the Forbidden Forest, a behemoth was rapidly skimming across the dark blue sky of the evening, flying towards the castle at a rapid pace, gradually getting bigger and bigger.

"Oh my God, is that a dragon?" exclaimed.

"Don't talk stupid...... That's obviously a house flying!" another voice interrupted.

At this time, Field and Rolf took out their wands almost at the same time, pressed them to their temples, and blessed themselves with Eagle Eye.

The outline of the black behemoth was clearly visible, and as it skimmed over the treetops of the Forbidden Forest and was illuminated by the lights of the castle window, both of them saw it for what it really was.

It was a huge powder-blue carriage that was flying towards them. It was the size of a house, and twelve winged horses flew through it, each about the size of an elephant.

"It is a silver-maned horse, a pegasus, a rare breed found on the shores of the Mediterranean. The magic part class level should be 4X. Rolf recognized the breed of Pegasus at a glance.

"Wow!" At this time, the students of Hogwarts also saw the situation in the sky in the distance, and couldn't help but let out a burst of exclamation.

The huge powder-blue carriage circled twice in the sky, the professors quickly gave way to their positions, and the students in the front row quickly retreated, followed by a flurry of chickens and dogs, and in the confusion, Field saw that not far away from Gryffindor, Neville seemed to have stepped on the foot of a Slytherin student, and there was a burst of swearing on both sides.

The carriage rushed to the ground with great speed, and with an earth-shattering loud noise, the carriage fell to the ground.

Field looked at them with unusually beautiful silver-maned horses, with beautiful golden manes, large fiery eyes, and hooves the size of a vegetable plate. The image of Field's patron saint is the same.

Field turned his attention to the carriage, which was huge and delicate, with a beautiful coat of arms on the door, two golden cross-crossed wands, each with three stars emerging from it. He knew it was Beauxbatons' school emblem, and he had received a letter of acceptance from the school of witchcraft and wizardry.

Before Field could look any other part of the carriage, the 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, and opened a golden spiral staircase.

The boy stepped aside respectfully, and a shiny black heel came out of the carriage, followed by a woman, a huge woman.

Field knew that she, Madame Olim Maxime, Headmaster of Beauxbatons, was a great influence in the French wizarding world.

Madame Maxime has giant blood, so her height is almost the same as Hagrid, and her image is also a little different from the movie in her impression, not as tall and thin as she imagined, with a long face.

To be honest, aside from her height, Madame Maxim is the last beauty. She had a handsome olive-colored face, dark, watery eyes, and a 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.

Madame Maxim looked down (she was too tall. Seeing Dumbledore taking the lead in applauding in front of the foyer not far away, an elegant smile bloomed on his face, and he stretched out a shining hand and walked towards Dumbledore. Kissing the hand, Dumbledore, although he was also tall, barely bent down when kissing this hand.

"Dear Lady Maxime, welcome to Hogwarts. Dumbledore said.

"May you be well, Dumbledore. Madame Maxime said in a deep, French-accented English, ""

"Thank you very much. Dumbledore responded.

"This is my student. Madame Maxim said, waving a huge hand nonchalantly behind her.

At this time, about twelve or thirteen male and female students, all of whom were about eighteen or nineteen years old, wore delicate silk robes, and were shivering slightly from the cold. Apparently they did not yet expect such a large climate gap between France and the United Kingdom.

They all looked up at the black castle of Hogwarts in the distance, with nervous expressions on their faces.

Field was scrutinizing the Beauxbatons students, trying to find the familiar figure. But several of the students had their heads wrapped in scarves or headscarves, which he did not recognize.

At this moment, Madame Maxim's deep voice came, "Is Karkaroff here?"

"Soon, I think he'll come at any time. Dumbledore turned his head and said, "Would you rather wait here to meet him, or would you rather go in and get warm?"

"Let's warm up. Madame Maxim said in fluent English, "But the horses—"

"Don't worry, our Guardian of Magical Creatures will be happy to take care of them," Dumbledore said, looking around, not seeing Hagrid.

"Oh, he's going to take care of some little mess and be right back. Dumbledore added.

"I'm sure there's a problem with those snails again!" Field muttered.

"It's also possible that it's a dragon's head. Rolf reminded, "Hagrid almost got bitten the other day when he cast a thermal spell on their roots. ”

Field was about to say something more, but heard Madame Maxim speak again.

"But, my horses, they need to—well—a lot of strength to take care of, and they're very ......," said Madame Maxime, seemingly skeptical that Hogwarts' teacher of magical creatures would be up to the job, if she hadn't seen Hagrid, of course.

"Don't worry, ma'am, I assure you that Hagrid is perfectly capable of doing the job. Dumbledore had to reassure himself, and smiled.

"That'...... Well," Madame Maxim said with a slight elegant bow, remembering something, "can you tell this Hagrid that these horses only drink pure malt whiskey?"

"I'll take care of it. Dumbledore bowed as well, his long beard almost touching the ground.

Madame Maxim nodded in satisfaction, then said majestically to her students, "Come on." ”

The crowd at Hogwarts dodged a passageway, allowing her and her students to ascend the stone steps.

"Oh, that's handsome, how big do you think Durmstrang's horse will be?" Justin asked Field and Rolf Ernie in a low voice as he looked at the majestic silver-maned horse in the distance.

"It shouldn't be Pegasus, Durmstrand's location is said to be in Scandinavia, where Northern Europe is Nordic, and there are no rare breeds of Pegasus. Rolf said.

"Could it be that Durmstrang is pulling the carriage with a fire dragon, and if so, I'm afraid even Hagrid won't be able to deal with it. Justin looked expectant.

Field pressed his forehead speechlessly, and Rolf shook his head silently, leaving Ernie to explain to his friend with an embarrassed look on his face that it was impossible for a fire dragon to be domesticated into a camel.

The sky had already fallen, the temperature was getting colder and colder, many of the students were already shivering from the cold, and most of them were still looking up at the sky, thinking that the Durmstrang delegation would fly over in the same way. Only Field looked out at the Black Lake in the distance.

There was silence all around, except for the sound of Madame Maxim's giant horse snorting and stomping its hooves. That's when —

Field suddenly whispered, "Coming~~" The voice was not loud, but there was silence all around, so his voice came into the ears of everyone present.

"Where?"

I don't know who asked, but before Field could answer, a very loud and strange sound drifted from the darkness to the crowd, it was an indescribable sound, like a huge vacuum cleaner sucking sand and gravel under the riverbed.

"In the lake!" shouted Lee Jordan of Gryffindor, a close friend of the Weasley twins, and his voice was familiar to the entire house, as he was also the commentator for Quidditch matches.

The Gryffindor students turned to the black lake, and the previously calm black water was now less calm, and there was a commotion under the water in the middle of the lake, with huge splashes on the surface of the water, and waves crashing against the wet shore of the lake—and then, right in the middle of the lake, a large whirlpool appeared, and a black mast slowly rose from the whirlpool......

A large ship slowly rose out of the water, shining in the moonlight.

Field looked closely at it with the help of Eagle Eye, and it looked very strange, a bit like a ghost ship, and the portholes shimmered with a dim, foggy shimmer, which looked like ghost eyes. The hull of the ship resembles a skeleton, and the whole looks more like a shipwreck than a ship.

With the sound of the rushing water, the big boat came out completely, tossed on the undulating water, and began to sail towards the shore of the lake. 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 men on the boat were coming ashore, and the same twelve or thirteen men, all of whom were wearing thick fur cloaks, appeared to be very large.

At the front was a tall, thin man with short silver-white hair. He wore a fur coat the same color as his hair, and although it was not the same as he remembered, Field was sure that this was Durmstrang's headmaster, Igor Karkaroff, a former Death Eater.

"Dumbledore, my dear old fellow, how are you doing?" Karkaroff shouted enthusiastically as he walked up the slope.

"Great, thank you, Professor Karkaroff. Dumbledore responded with the same enthusiasm.

Karkaroff walked up to Dumbledore and shook Dumbledore's hand with both hands, but his eyes were fixed on Hogwarts Castle.

"It's nice to be here, dear old fellow, it's good to be here......"

Karkaroff remembered for a while, waving to the students behind him. "Wickdor, come over and warm up...... Don't you mind, Dumbledore, Wickdor has a cold......"

At this time, a boy slowly walked out of the students, with a hooked nose, thick eyebrows, a tall figure, and a powerful force.

"It's Viktor Krum, the best Seeker in the world. Someone among the Hogwarts students immediately called out for his identity, causing a burst of exclamations.

"Showy fellow!" said Field, holding back his mouth in disdain, ignoring the two hypocritical old fellows, who greeted each other hypocritically because they made Field want to vomit.