Even if he was worried about Roger's affairs, Harry was looking forward to it, and to be honest, he didn't know there were any other schools of magic before this year. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Even Harry in Potions class didn't find it as unbearable as he usually was... Because class has to be left half an hour early.

When the bell rang early, Ron, Hermione, and Harry hurried to the Gryffindor Tower, laid down their bags and textbooks, put on their cloaks, and rushed down the stairs to the foyer in three steps and two steps.

The deans of the college are ordering their students to line up.

"Longbottom, put your hat straight," Professor McGonagall said sternly to Neville, "and Miss Patil, take that ridiculous thing out of your hair. ”

Parvati frowned unhappily and removed a large butterfly headdress from her braid.

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

They walked down the steps and stood in front of the castle in a line. It was a cold, airy evening, and night was falling, and a white, translucent moon was already hanging over the Forbidden Forest.

Roger stood between Harry and Hermione, trembling with excitement as he watched the other first-year students stand in front of him in the fourth row of the positive number.

"It's almost six o'clock," said Harry, looking at his watch and the driveway leading to the front door, "how do you think they're going to come?

"I don't think so. Hermione said.

"How did that come about?" guessed the little savior, looking up at the starry sky.

"I don't think so... From so far away...," Hermione said.

"Or is it a portkey?" Harry muttered.

"It must be the kind of way that is more sassy," Roger plucked his nostrils tastelessly, "After all, there must be competition between these schools... I'm nervous..."

"Collins, put your hands down!" Professor McGonagall said to Roger through gritted teeth, "Okay, don't discredit the house in front of the students of other schools!"

The boy let go as he was told, and secretly wiped his hands with the hem of the robe of a junior student in front of him.

No one noticed Roger's undisciplined movements, as the students excitedly glanced at the darkening field. But there was no movement, everything was silent and quiet, no different from the usual.

Hermione tightened her cloak, she was already starting to feel a little cold.

"It seems that the foreign students are really preparing for a dramatic entrance ceremony, like a tent in a Quidditch World Cup camp... Whenever wizards get together, they can't help but show off—" she grumbled quietly.

At that moment, Dumbledore, who was standing in the back row with the other teachers, shouted, "Ah, if I'm not mistaken, Beauxbatons' representative has arrived!"

"Where?" asked the students eagerly, looking in different directions.

"There!" a sixth-grader shouted, pointing over the Forbidden Forest.

A behemoth, better than a broomstick... Or hundreds of broomsticks... It was much larger, and it was rapidly skimming across the deep blue sky towards the castle, gradually getting bigger and bigger.

"It's a dragon!" a first-year student screamed, so excited that he didn't know what to do.

"Don't be stupid... It's a house flying!" said Ginny, who was standing in the third row.

Ginny's guess was closer. As the black behemoth skimmed over the treetops of the Forbidden Forest, illuminated by the lights of the castle window, they saw a great powder-blue carriage flying towards them.

It was the size of a house, and twelve winged horses flew through it, all of them silver-maned horses, each about the size of an elephant.

The carriage flew even lower and landed at an extremely fast pace, and the students standing in the first three rows hurriedly backed away - and then, with an earth-shattering bang, Neville jumped backwards and stepped on the foot of a fifth-grader Slytherin...

I saw the horses' hooves slamming to the ground, all the size of a vegetable plate. 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.

No sooner had people seen a coat of arms (two golden cross-crossed wands, each with three stars popping out of it) on the door, and the 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.

He jumped back respectfully, and saw a shiny black heel sticking out of the carriage... The shoe was the size of a child's sleigh, and a woman was followed by a woman so big that Roger thought he could cut out at least three of himself.

In this way, it was self-evident why the carriage and the silver-maned horses were so big, and Harry and several of the students gasped in shock.

"This head is about the same as Hagrid's... Maybe this woman is a little taller?" exclaimed the little savior.

Regarding the question of height, Roger had no desire to answer at all.

The tall woman went out into the foyer and found her with a handsome olive-colored face, dark, watery eyes, and a pointed nose. The hair is combed back and twisted into a shiny bun at the base of the neck. Wrapped from head to toe in a black forging garment, many luxurious opals shone on the neck and on the thick fingers.

Putting aside the prejudice of size, this woman is still very noble in terms of temperament, and she has suppressed this kind of nouveau riche dress.

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 Maxime," said Old Deng politely, "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.

Roger didn't think it was strange, it was all frozen. The robes on the bodies of these students were all made of fine silk, and none of them wore cloaks, so they deserved to be graceful rather than warm.

Several of the students had their heads wrapped in scarves or headscarves, and they looked up at Hogwarts from the great shadow cast by Madame Maxime, with expressions of awe on their faces.

"Is Karkaroff here?" asked Madame Maxim.

"He'll come anytime. Dumbledore 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, "But the horses..."

"Our Conservation Magical Creature 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 had to take care of was out of order. ”

"It's definitely a fried snail. Roger grinned and whispered to Hermione.

"My steed needs... Well... Only those with a lot of strength can take care of it," said Lady Maxime, seemingly doubting 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 smiled.

"Very well," Madame Maxim bowed slightly, "Can you tell this Hagrid that my horse only drinks pure malt whiskey?"

"I'll take care of it. Dumbledore said, bowing as well.

"Come on. Lady Maxime greeted her students majestically, and the Hogwarts crowd dodged a passageway for Beauxbatons' headmistress and students to walk up the stone steps.

The Hogwarts students were still standing there, waiting for the Durmstrang delegation to arrive, shivering from the cold.

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.

"You say... How big is Durmstrang's horse club?" The little savior couldn't help but ask Roger beside him.

"One horse is all horseback, no imagination," Roger said sarcastically, "pay attention to the movement in the lake." ”

"Black Lake?" Harry squinted his eyes at the dimly lit lake in the distance.

After a while, a loud and strange sound drifted towards them from the darkness: a muffled rumble and sucking sound, like a giant vacuum cleaner moving along the riverbed.

Standing on the slope of the lawn overlooking the site, they could clearly see the calm, black water. But suddenly the water was no longer calm.

There was a commotion in the middle of the lake, with a huge splash on the surface of the water, and waves crashing against the wet shore - and then, right in the middle of the lake, a large whirlpool appeared, as if the whole lake had been turned into a large bathtub, and the plug at the bottom had been suddenly pulled out.

A long, black rod-like thing slowly rises from the whirlpool...

"Oh, that big squid in the lake is going to do something?" called Harry.

"That's a mast!" even Hermione couldn't help but speak.

The little savior pushed his round-framed black-rimmed glasses: "I said how this squid whiskers are so straight..."

Slowly, as if building momentum, the great ship rose out of the water, glittering in the moonlight.

It looked eerie, as if it were the wreckage of a freshly salvaged shipwreck, and the portholes shimmered with a dim, foggy glow that looked like ghostly eyes.

In this situation, Roger inexplicably remembered the 'Flying Dutchman' belonging to a certain octopus.

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, a crashing sound sounded, and the ship's iron anchor was thrown into the shallow water, and then there was another snap, and a plank was placed on the shore of the lake.

The people on the boat began to come ashore, and it was easy to see from the silhouettes of these people as they passed the porthole lights that Durmstrang's students seemed to be very burly, with big shoulders and round waists...

However, when they came closer and walked along the lawn into the foyer's light, it was discovered that the out-of-school students were so large because they were wearing a kind of fur cloak, and the fur on it was unkempt and tangled.

The man who led them to the castle was dressed in a different kind of fur: silvery-white, soft and smooth, much like his hair.

"Dumbledore!" cried the man enthusiastically as he walked up the slope, "how are you, my dear old fellow?"

"Great, thank you, Professor Karkaroff. Dumbledore replied.

Karkaroff's voice was mellow and sweet. When he stepped into the light coming from the main entrance of the castle, he could be seen to be tall and thin like Dumbledore, but his white hair was short, and his goatee (with small curls at the ends) did not completely cover his thin chin.

Karkaroff walked up to Dumbledore and shook Dumbledore's hand with both hands.

"My dear old fellow Hogwarts," he said with a smile as he looked up at the castle.

His teeth were very yellow, and although he was smiling on his face, there was no smile in his eyes, and he was still cold and sharp: "It's good to be here, it's good... Wickdore, come here, warm up... Don't you mind, Dumbledore, Wickdor has a cold..."

As he spoke, Karkaroff turned sideways and let the man behind him come, Victor was dark and thin, with grayish-yellow skin, a large hooked nose, two thick black eyebrows, and looked like a huge eagle, but with some looped legs, and sickly and unenergetic.

"Oh my God, look! it's Victor Krum!Bulgaria's Quidditch Seeker!!" Harry froze, "I didn't expect him to be a student!"

Roger snorted perfunctorily, he was not interested in Quidditch itself, and he was busy playing with Mr. Lackey in the back seat, and occasionally looked at it because of the fight between Meiwa and the Irish leprechaun...

Besides, as soon as the Triwizard Tournament is over this year, these gringos will all go home, and there will be basically no intersection in the future, and Roger has not paid attention to this world-famous Seeker at all.

At this time, the Hogwarts students were following the delegation from Dumstum, lining up to climb the stone steps, and several sixth-year girls were rummaging in their pockets like crazy as they went:

"Alas, I can't believe that I don't have a quill..."

"You say, will he sign my hat with lipstick?"

"That's ridiculous! He's just a Quidditch player. Hermione said haughtily, and the three of them walked past the girls who were arguing over a lipstick.

"I wouldn't mind asking him for an autograph if I could. Harry looked at Wickdore's back and said, "Roger, do you have a quill?"

"Hehe...," Roger sneered, "You think I'll carry that useless thing with me?"