"Dumbledore!"

The man at the head of Durmstran's line shouted enthusiastically as he walked up the ramp and saw the crowd at Hogwarts greeting them.

"How are you, my dear old fellow?"

Like the students he led, the man wore a heavy fur cloak.

Only his robes were a little more delicate and expensive: the silver-white leather was soft and smooth, tumbling as he walked, reflecting a soft magical aura.

So much so that when Clark saw it, he suspected that he had made a cloak of unicorn skin and wore it on his body.

"Great, thank you, Professor Karkaroff." Dumbledore replied to the man.

That's right, this man is Durmstrang's headmaster, Igor Karkaroff, a former Death Eater.

When he entered the main entrance of the castle, with the help of the bright light projected from the doorway, Clark and the others found that he was as tall and thin as Dumbledore.

However, his white hair was much shorter, and he still had a goatee with a small curly at the end, which combined with the sharp chin of his thin chin, gave people a mean and cold feeling.

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

"Dear old fellow, dear Hogwarts!"

Karkaroff's voice was mellow and sweet, which made people sound like this guy was very cunning.

He looked up at the castle and smiled, "I haven't been here in years, and it's nice to be here, it's so good!" ”

Karkaroff smiled exaggeratedly, and everyone could see that his teeth were yellow.

Despite the smile on his face, there was no smile in his eyes, still cold and sharp.

"Alright, Victor, come over and warm up...... You don't mind, Dumbledore? Victor is a bit of a cold......"

"Then we have to isolate it quickly!"

Clark secretly complained in his heart, of course, this sentence Karkaroff could not hear.

He beckoned a student behind him to step forward, and when the boy stepped forward, everyone saw his striking hooked nose and two thick, dark eyebrows

It didn't take Ron's hard stab in Harry's arm or someone else whispering around for Clark to recognize the figure.

"Harry—it's Krum!" Ron said in a tone of great shock, "It's unbelievable!" ”

Five minutes had passed since Durmstrang's arrival, and the Hogwarts students were following Durmstrom's delegation, lining up to climb the stone steps.

"It's Krum, Harry! Victor Krum! Ron continued to sigh beside him.

"For God's sake, Ron, he's just a Quidditch player." Hermione said indifferently.

"Just a Quidditch player?" Ron stared at her stunned, as if he couldn't believe his ears, "Hermione—he's one of the best Seekers in the world!" I didn't expect him to be a student! ”

"So what, this is a Triwizard Tournament, and a Quidditch player doesn't have much room to play at all."

But there were only a handful of people like Hermione who kept their cool.

As Durmstrang's students walked with them through the foyer toward the auditorium, a large crowd of people squeezed forward in an attempt to catch a glimpse of Victor Klum's face.

A couple of sixth-graders were rummaging in their pockets like crazy as they walked.

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

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

"It's ridiculous!"

Hermione looked at the girls who were arguing over a lipstick.

"If possible, I'd like to get a signed photo of him." Ron said, "You didn't bring a quill, did you, Harry?" ”

"No, it's all in my bag upstairs." Harry said.

They walked over to the Gryffindor table and sat down, and Ron deliberately sat on the side facing the door, as Krum and his Durmstrang alumni were still gathered in the doorway, seemingly unsure where they should sit.

The Beauxbatons students had already chosen their seats at the Ravenclaw table, and when they sat down, they looked around the Great Hall with a frown slightly furrowed and a sullen expression on their faces, as if they were not very satisfied with the architecture of Hogwarts.

At this time, Ron suddenly said in a hoarse voice, "Here it is!" Come and sit here! Hermione, move over a bit, make room—"

"What?" Hermione raised an eyebrow in dissatisfaction.

"Alas, it's too late!" Ron said regretfully.

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

Clark and the others saw it, and the corners of Malfoy's mouth curled up proudly because of this incident.

"Ah, yes, Malfoy is talking to him." Ron said bitterly, "I bet Krum can see what he is at a glance...... After all, everywhere Krum goes, there are people who are currying favor with him and flattering him......"

"That's enough, Ron," Clark couldn't help but say, stopping him from continuing.

Hermione snorted as well, "They look so much happier than the Buchbaton guys." ”

She was right, and Durmstrang's classmates took off their fur cloaks and looked up at the starry ceiling with interest.

Two of the students also picked up golden plates and goblets and held them carefully, clearly interested.

At the faculty desk on the other end, Filch, the janitor, was moving a few chairs.

For today's grand occasion, he put on that old tuxedo that moldy old tuxedo.

Harry was surprised to see that he had added four chairs, two on each side of Dumbledore.

"But there are only two more," said Harry, "why did Filch bring out four chairs, and who else would come?" ”

"Huh?" Ron replied vaguely, his eyes still on Krum's.

"And the officials of the Ministry of Magic, after all, the prize money for this event is from the Ministry."

Clark glanced over to the guest of honor, then withdrew his gaze and quipped to Ron, "If you want to be friends with Victor Krum, maybe I can help you." ”

"Really?" Ron asked, turning his head in surprise.

"Of course it's true."

Clark said ill-willedly, "I can help you make a potion of aphrodisiac and quietly put it in his diet, so that your dear Victor Krum will be yours alone—"

"Hahaha!"

Before he could finish his sentence, Hermione, Harry, and Neville laughed at the others.

"Hey!" Roman, who was in an embarrassed state, shouted dissatisfiedly, "It's not a shame to want to be friends with Krum!" ”

Fortunately, his awkward state did not last long, and soon, all the students entered the auditorium and took their seats at the tables of their respective houses.

The teachers also accompanied the two principals who came from afar, and walked to the guest of honor and sat down.

At the forefront were Professor Dumbledore, Professor Karkaroff, and Lady Maxim.

As soon as the Beauxbatons students saw their headmaster appear, they quickly stood up and bent slightly in respect.

Some of the Hogwarts students couldn't help but laugh at their behavior, but the Beauxbatons delegates didn't seem embarrassed at all, and they didn't sit down again until Lady Maxime sat down on Dumbledore's left-hand side.

It seems that Beauxbatons is more strictly governed than Hogwarts' more relaxed learning environment.

When all the professors sat down, Dumbledore was still standing on the stage, and the auditorium fell silent.

"Good evening, ladies and gentlemen, ghosts, and—especially—distinguished guests," said Dumbledore, smiling at the foreign students, "I welcome you to Hogwarts with great joy. I hope and believe that you will feel comfortable and happy here. ”

Hearing Dumbledore's words, a Beauxbatons girl let out a sneer that was undoubtedly sarcastic.

She was still wrapped tightly around her head with a scarf, and she couldn't see clearly.

"That guy is so annoying, and no one forced them to stay!" Hermione whispered that she was annoyed by the girl.

Clark nodded, agreeing with her.

"Everyone, the tournament will officially begin after the banquet." Dumbledore continued, "Now, everyone can eat and drink as if they were in their own homes! ”

As his words ended, the plate in front of Clark was filled with food as usual.

But this time, the house-elves in the kitchen seemed to be doing their best.

It was the first time Clark had seen Hogwarts have such a sumptuous cuisine, and there were even some foreign flavors in it.

"What's that?"

Ron curiously pointed to a large plate next to the large steak, where cod, lobster, crab legs, mussels, and mussels were piled up to the brim, mixed with vegetables and soup, and looked like a hodgepodge of seafood.

"French Fish Soup." Hermione said.

"Good fellows." Ron said.

"It's French food," Hermione said, "and I ate it during the summer of my first grade, and it was delicious." ”

"I'll trust you." Ron said as he filled himself a bowl.

"Actually, this dish also evolved from the Italian side," Clark said as he peeled the shells, "but the ingredients and preparation methods of the fish soup are a little simpler, not as delicate and complicated as French cuisine." ”

Food seems to be more enjoyable, at least Hermione is happy at the moment, "Speaking of which, I am reminded of the glowing magic dishes I ate last time I went to France. ”

"yes, who would have thought that a mouse could make that delicacy." Clark couldn't help but sigh with emotion.

"Food can glow too?!"

Ron was dealing with a French baked snail with his fork, and when he heard their words, he looked up curiously, so much so that the snail made an arc and smashed right on Seamus's head.

"Oh, I'm sorry, Seamus."

It's a pity that Clark has already set his sights on another classic French confit duck leg at this time.

It is also a regular dish in French cuisine, derived from the ancient French method of preserving food, mainly in the southwest of France.

In the days when there were no refrigerators, the French invented the method of preserving food called "fit" in order to satisfy their appetite even in the cold winter.

However, fruits and vegetables are generally marinated in candied and vinegar, while meat is sealed in oil.

Take a large duck leg of the right age, cut off the fat on the edge of the duck skin, and boil out the duck fat first.

Then marinate the duck leg for a day with rock salt, dried herb crush, black pepper, garlic, thyme, bay leaf and other ingredients, then wipe it clean, put it in duck fat, supplemented with rosemary, sage, perilla leaves and other spices, and simmer it at a low temperature of 90 degrees.

When the duck meat is stewed, if you are not in a hurry to eat it, you can directly seal it in duck fat and store it for a long time.

When you want to eat, just take out the duck leg and drain the oil, fry the duck skin on low heat until browned, and then serve it with sweet and sour charcoal-grilled tomatoes, and a delicious confit duck leg is completed.

To make such a dish, it takes a day or two just to prepare and marinate in the early stage, so it is also extremely troublesome.

But it tastes like it's a cumbersome way to cook it.

Clark reached out and picked up a confit duck leg, and when he took a bite, the crispy skin and soft duck meat were instantly detached from the bone.

A plump and plump meat taste, mixed with a lot of spice flavor, plus the aroma of fat soaked almost the entire duck leg, exploded in an instant, as if in his mouth, a grand meat carnival was opened.

The taste was so amazing that Clark couldn't help but tear off a large piece of duck meat and chew it eagerly.

At this time, in the auditorium, there were many young wizards who were as immersed in food as him, and everyone took advantage of this rare opportunity to frantically sweep the food on the table.

This also provoked Professor McGonagall to look sideways in the faculty chair, after all, the situation on the Gryffindor side was the most prominent.

Hermione noticed Professor McGonagall's disgruntled gaze and pulled at the corner of Clark's coat in embarrassment, "Hey, Clark, pay attention to the image, there are still guests." ”

"What are you afraid of, in this world, only food and love can not be disappointed."

That's what he said, but Clark could only regretfully put down the food in his hand.

And at this moment, a cold voice suddenly sounded in their ears, "Please forgive me, do you still eat this plate of miscellaneous fish soup?" ”

A few people followed the sound and found that the person who asked the question was the Beauxbatons girl who was laughing when Dumbledore spoke just now.

At this moment she finally removed the scarf from her head, revealing long, waterfall-like silver hair that hung down to her waist.

However, compared to her beautiful and almost bevelous face, this long silver hair is not surprising.

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