They walked over to Gryffindor's table and sat down. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Beauxbatons' classmates had already chosen their seats at the Ravenclaw table. When they sat down, they looked around the auditorium with sullen expressions on their faces. Three of the students still had their heads wrapped tightly in scarves and turbans.

Victor Krum and his Durmstrang alumni were already seated at the Slytherin table.

The Durmstrang students took off their students' fur cloaks and looked up at the dark, star-studded ceiling with interest. Two of the students also picked up the golden plate and goblet and held it carefully, obviously interested.

At the faculty desk over there, Filch, the janitor, was adding a few chairs. For today's grand occasion, he put on that old tuxedo that moldy look.

Harry was a little surprised to see him add two chairs on each side of Dumbledore, "There are only two more people, why would Filch bring out four chairs?

"This kind of thing can be done without the involvement of the Ministry of Magic? it can be considered an international event..."Roger rested his cheek in one hand, fiddling with the spoon on the table in boredom.

Hermione glanced at him and asked warily, "Why do you seem listless and unmotivated... Don't you really want the Triwizard Tournament to start sooner?"

"That's because after meeting this group of foreign friends, I think one hand is enough to beat them... Suddenly I feel so passionless..."Roger sighed dejectedly: "It's really better to go around the Forbidden Forest twice." ”

Hermione and Harry looked at each other, and the girl gave him an 'Look, this thing's goal is still to die in the Forbidden Forest!'.

The little savior nodded silently.

"But it doesn't mean anything if you can fight," Hermione feigned persuasion, "This is an event where three schools compete with various projects, and it should be a test of all aspects of people." ”

Roger sighed meaningfully: "That's why I don't feel energetic... It would be nice to have a fight..."

He knows what the original three things are, so there is no mystery and no lack of fun.

Roger glanced at his friends again, but it would be interesting if he got all of them in...

All the students entered the auditorium and took their seats at their desks in their respective colleges. After that, the professors walked to the guest of honor and sat down.

At the end of the line were Professor Dumbledore, Professor Karkaroff, and Madame Maxime. As soon as the Beauxbatons students saw their headmaster appear, they quickly stood up.

Several Hogwarts students couldn't help but laugh. But Beauxbatons' delegates did not look embarrassed at all, and they did not sit down again until Lady Maxime sat down on Dumbledore's left-hand side.

Dumbledore stood still, and the Great Hall fell silent.

"Good evening, ladies and gentlemen, ghosts, and... Especially... Distinguished guests," Dumbledore looked at the foreign students with a smile, "It is with great joy that I welcome you to Hogwarts. I hope and believe that you will feel comfortable and happy here. ”

A Beauxbatons girl, still wrapped her head tightly in a scarf, let out a sneer that was undoubtedly sarcastic.

"And no one forced you to stay!" Hermione whispered, annoyed by the girl.

"Well, I like this kind of arrogant and unreasonable attitude..."Roger smiled and gave the girl a thumbs up: "Keep it up..."

Hermione snorted unhappily and didn't speak.

"The tournament will officially begin at the end of the banquet. Dumbledore said, "I now invite everyone to eat and drink as if they were in your own home!"

After saying that, Lao Deng sat down, and Karkarov immediately leaned forward to talk to him.

The plate in front of Roger was filled with food as usual, and the house-elves in the kitchen seemed to be doing everything they could.

Harry had never seen such a sumptuous array of dishes, and several of them were definitely foreign.

"What's that?" he said, gesturing to a small pot next to a large steak kidney, which looked like a hodgepodge of seafood.

"French mixed fish soup, presumably prepared for the Beauxbatons students," Roger brought the pot directly, picked up the fish and chewed it down with the bones.

"Oops, it tastes pretty good," this product didn't have the slightest intention of wanting friends to share, and praised loudly: "I didn't expect that the group of house-elves at the bottom even made foreign dishes so well, and I had time to let them fry two plates of kung pao chicken or something..."

Professor McGonagall watched Roger as usual from the guest of honor, her face darkened, and she didn't know how to restrain herself a little if there were guests from other schools here!?

At this moment, a voice said, "I beg your pardon, are you still eating that pot of miscellaneous fish soup?"

It was the Beauxbatons girl Dumbledore was laughing at when he spoke. She finally took off her scarf. She had large blue eyes, a mouthful of clean white teeth, and long, waterfall-like silver hair that hung down to her waist.

Roger glanced at her and recognized the Beauxbatons warrior with the Baby's blood... The future warrior, Fleur Delacour.

Smacking his lips, he handed over the small pot in front of him with only some soup left: "Oh, the real miscellaneous fish 'soup'... Rest assured, I didn't spit in it..."

The girl immediately turned around and left, her face was extremely ugly, and she could vaguely hear some slanderous words against Roger.

"Can't you do something tasteful?" Hermione said, propping her forehead, "Anyway, they're guests too." ”

"Hey, I haven't even given face to Voldemort," Roger said with a grin.

"Look, the Ministry of Magic is here," Harry pointed to the faculty desk, where the two seats that had been empty had just been filled.

Roger didn't even have to look to know who it was, the director of the international department, Barty Crouch, the one who fired his house-elf at the World Cup.

And the other... It's a Ministry of Magic, Roger is even more lazy to pay attention to it, it's not as attractive to him as the new desserts, many of them are foreign styles. He's working on a weird, raw milk jelly... The taste is acceptable.

When the golden plates were scrubbed again, Dumbledore stood up again. An emotion of excitement and nervousness seemed to permeate the auditorium. Then came the start of the Triwizard Tournament, and everyone was looking forward to it.