On this day, everyone thought that Beauxbatons and Durmstrang were coming tonight, and no one except Hermione had a good student to attend the class at ease. The professors were helpless about it, and even Professor McGonagall made a rare effort to let them relax, not to teach anything new in her class, but to let them practice the magic of the previous lesson.

To welcome the guests of Beauxbatons and Durmstrang, the last class ended half an hour early.

After the bell rang for the end of class, they all returned to their own academy towers as requested, put down their school bags and textbooks, and then assembled in front of their respective academy towers after putting on their robe and cloak.

"Weasley, put your hat on," Professor McGonagall said sternly to Ron, "Miss Patil, get that ridiculous thing off your hair." ”

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

"Please come with me," said Professor McGonagall, "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.

In addition to their students and professors, Hogwarts also has several more people from outside the school. There were four of them, and there was also a witch among them. The two men each carried a video camera, and one of them also held a broomstick, and the two of them shot from two angles on the ground and in the sky.

The footage they shoot will be fired onto the magic weapons carried by the two of them, which they will process before being launched onto the magic TV.

However, the editing magic tool is still very simple, it is now just switching back and forth between two different shooting images on the ground and in the air.

Magic TV is still a new thing in the wizarding world, and when today's shooting is completed, let them see the complete production process of the mature Muggles, such as filming and editing, and I believe that they will take the initiative to improve themselves without Maple speaking.

"It's almost six o'clock," Ron said, looking at his watch and looking at the driveway leading to the front door, "how do you think they're coming?" By train? ”

"I think Professor Dumbledore would be willing to give them the Hogwarts Express, but do you think the other two Headmasters would be willing?" Maple said with a smile.

Harry and Ron then guessed all they could think of to get around—broomsticks, portkeys, and apparitions—but Hermione vetoed them all of them.

The wait was painful, and they were excited at first to watch everything around the field, but there was no movement. It was getting darker and darker, and they were getting a little impatient standing like this.

And the most unlucky thing is the photographer who has risen into the air, and it is undoubtedly an ordeal to carry the camera in the air to maintain the shooting posture.

Maple complained powerlessly for a while, hey, you're a wizard, they haven't come yet, won't you use a levitation charm to levitate the camera in the air?

After a while, just as everyone was waiting impatiently, Dumbledore, who was standing in the back row with the other teachers, shouted—

"Ahh If I'm not mistaken, Beauxbatons' representatives have arrived! ”

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

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

Dumbledore's senses were still as sharp, and he had sensed movement in the sky a few seconds later.

The photographer on the broomstick immediately cheered up and shot at the target.

A behemoth was speeding across the deep blue sky, heading towards the castle, growing larger and larger.

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 lower and was landing at an extremely fast speed, and the students standing in the first three rows hurriedly retreated. Then, with an earth-shattering bang, I saw the horses' hooves slam 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.

The door was emblazoned with a coat of arms, two golden wands with a cross of arms, each with three stars popping out of it.

The door opened, and a boy in a light blue robe jumped out of the carriage first, bent down, groping for something on the floor of the carriage, and then opened a golden spiral staircase.

He jumped back respectfully, and then a shiny black heel came out of the carriage, the size of a child's sleigh, followed by a woman of such size that only Hagrid could match.

The woman came down the stairs and turned to look at the wide-eyed crowd, with no unusual expression on her face, as if she had become accustomed to it.

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.

Their robes seemed to be made of fine silk, and none of them wore cloaks, as if they had no prior knowledge of the weather in England.

It seems that the gap between the wizarding world is quite serious, and when the Muggles began to enter the global age, Beauxbatons students were invariably wary at Hogwarts at first sight.

"They are?" Madame Maxim pointed to a few wizards who were still filming a TV show, and said with some confusion.

"They're from E. TV, and I invited them to come and shoot our Triwizard Tournament." Professor Dumbledore said.

"TV station?" Madame Maxim was a little puzzled.

"You can think of them as something like the Daily Prophet, but the Daily Prophet takes pictures of the event, and their TV shows show us images and sounds of the whole process of our Triwizard Tournament." Dumbledore explained.

"Is Karkaroff coming?" Madame Maxim didn't seem to understand, but instead of asking, she asked about Durmstrang's headmaster.

"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." 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's going to take care of that has gone haywire." ”

"My steed needs a very strong man to take care of it," said Madame Maxim, as if 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 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. That's when —

A very loud and strange sound came to them from the darkness: a suppressed rumble and sucking sound, like a giant vacuum cleaner moving along the riverbed...

"In the lake!" Li Jordan shouted, pointing to the lake, "Look at that lake!" ”

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 huge splashes on the surface and waves crashing against the damp shore. 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.

The two photographers immediately adjusted their cameras and pointed them at the lake.

Then a long, black rod-like thing slowly rose from the whirlpool, and slowly, with extraordinary grandeur, the great ship rose out of the water, shining 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.

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 men on the boat quickly disembarked, and unlike the Beauxbatons students, who wore too thin clothes, Durmstrang's students wore thicker clothes than the Hogwarts students. They wore a kind of fur cloak with unkempt fur on it.

The adult wizard at the head of their ranks wore a silvery-white, silky and slippery fur cloak.

"Dumbledore!" As Kakaroff walked up the slope, he enthusiastically shouted, "How are you, my dear old fellow?" ”

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

"My dear old fellow Hogwarts," he said, looking up at the castle and smiling—his teeth were yellow, and Harry noticed that despite the smile 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 so good." Wickdor, come over here and warm up. You don't mind, Dumbledore? Victor had a cold. ”

Karkaroff motioned for one of his students to come forward, and when the boy walked by, many of the Hogwarts students couldn't help but stop at the sight of his striking hooked nose and two thick, dark eyebrows—

"It's Krum!"

Victor Krum, the seeker of the Bulgarian team at the Quidditch World Cup!

"I can't believe it!" Ron said in a tone of great shock, "It's Krum, Harry!" Victor Krum! I didn't expect him to be a student! ”

Not only Ron, after recognizing Victor Krum's identity, Lee Jordan jumped up and down on tiptoe, trying to see Krum's back more clearly. A couple of sixth-graders were going crazy and rummaging in their pockets as they walked—

"Well, I can't believe I don't have a quill—"

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

Entering the auditorium, Beauxbatons chose their seats at the Ravenclaw table, and Wicktor Klum and his Durmstrang alumni took their seats at the Slytherin table.

Gryffindor's Quidditch fans were disappointed, and Slytherins were triumphant.

After Durmstrang's crew arrived, the cameraman on the broomstick was finally freed, and after landing on the ground, he swapped jobs with one of the wizards in charge of editing to rest his tired shoulders.

As the Hogwarts students returned to the Great Hall after following the crowd from Durmstrang, two photographers followed the group with cameras all the way to the Great Hall.

After entering the auditorium, the two of them divided their work, one went to the front desk, while the other was at the back of the crowd.

With the exception of Muggle-born wizards, none of the other students knew about the existence of television. They noticed the photographer of E. TV, but no one cared.

Durmstrang's classmates 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 surprised to see that he had added four chairs, two on each side of Dumbledore.

After all the students had entered the auditorium and taken their seats at the tables of their respective colleges, the faculty members came in, and they 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 said, 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. ”

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 that she was annoyed by the girl.

"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!" ”

When Dumbledore sat down, the plates in front of them were filled with food as usual, but unlike before, their dishes had a lot of foreign flavors.

"What's that?" Ron asked, pointing to a large plate next to the large steak kidney pudding, which looked like a hodgepodge of seafood.

"French Fish Soup." Hermione said.

"Good fellows." Ron said.

"It's French," Hermione said, "and we had it the summer vacation the year before, and it was delicious." ”

Somehow, the auditorium seemed to be much more crowded than usual, though there were less than twenty more students. Perhaps it was because their school uniforms of different colors stood out compared to the black robes of Hogwarts. Durmstrang's students stripped off their fur cloaks, revealing the blood-red robes they were wearing.

Twenty minutes into the feast, Hagrid slipped through a door behind the faculty desks into the auditorium. He sat down in his seat at the end of the table, raised a bandaged hand, and waved at Maple, Hermione, Harry, and Ron.

"How's the fried snail, Hagrid?" Harry asked aloud.

"It's growing well." Hagrid replied happily.

"yes, I guess so," Ron whispered, "and it looks like they've finally found something they love to eat, and that's Hagrid's fingers." ”

At this moment, a voice said, "I beg your pardon, do you still eat this plate of miscellaneous fish soup?" ”

It was the Beauxbatons girl Dumbledore was laughing at when he spoke. She finally took off her scarf. Long, waterfall-like silver hair reached her waist. She has large blue eyes and a mouthful of white, neat teeth.

Ron's face flushed. He stared blankly at her, and opened his mouth to answer, but only made some strange small sounds, as if his throat was stuck.

Ron, don't be so gaffe, she'll be your sister-in-law in the future.

"Okay, you can take it." Harry said, pushing the plate to the girl.

"Are you done eating?"

"Finished," Ron gasped, "finished, delicious." ”

The girl carefully took the plate and walked to the Ravenclaw table. Ron still stared at the girl with wide eyes, as if he had never seen a female classmate before. Harry laughed. The sound seemed to wake Ron suddenly.

"She's a girl!" He said to Harry in a hoarse voice.

"I said, that girl is really unusual!" Ron said, leaning sideways so that he could still see her clearly, "There are no such characters at Hogwarts!" ”

"The girls at Hogwarts are good, too." Harry said without hesitation, and the place where Qiu Zhang was sitting happened to be a few seats away from the silver-haired girl.

While they were outside the fascia, the two empty seats on the staff's desks were occupied. Ludo Bagman sat on the other side of Professor Karkaroff, and Percy's immediate boss, Mr. Crouch, sat next to Mrs. Maxim.

Hermione ignored Harry and Ron, and just stared at Maple, seeing that Maple didn't peek at the other girls like the two boys, Hermione smiled with satisfaction and turned to talk to Maple about the E. TV station that they had brokered.

In order to satisfy Hermione's sense of accomplishment, Maple also deliberately gave her the task of naming the TV station. Equality,Fairness,Love,Equality,Justice,Love,Equality,Justice,Love,Equality,Fairness,Love,Equality,Fairness,Love,Equality,T

Hermione smiled happily at the sight of the cameraman attached to their TV station next to Ludo Bagman and Barty Crouch.

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