Victor was as excited as a fan saw an idol.

As long as you like wizard cards, there is no one who doesn't worship Dudley.

"I've seen your fight, Wickdor, that's been amazing. The title is just a little bit away from changing hands, but I think the title should belong to Bulgaria. ”

Dudley was unsparing in complimenting Wickdore: "You're the best Seeker. ”

In fact, Dudley had no interest in Quidditch at all, and was forced to go that time.

But this outsider doesn't know.

The other Durmstrang students were so happy to hear Dudley's praise that they puffed out their chests as if they were complimenting them.

For a while, the atmosphere of the two schools was very harmonious and friendly.

"Ahem."

Karkaroff's dry cough broke the atmosphere with some dissatisfaction.

He wasn't interested in competitive games like wizarding cards, or he didn't know what wizarding cards were at all.

Naturally, I don't understand what my students are excited about.

His gaze fell on Dudley, and he stayed for less than three seconds before looking away.

Just a mediocre little wizard.

Karkaroff thought disdainfully.

His gaze lingered on Harry for a moment.

After all, it's the star of the entire wizarding world, the savior Harry Potter.

In fact, he went to Durmstrang to be the headmaster and had something to do with Harry.

"Professor Karkaroff, I think we should go to the castle and continue the chatter, Madam Maxim of Beauxbatons has been waiting inside for a long time."

Dumbledore said with a smile on his face.

Karkaroff didn't say anything more, and the Durmstrang delegation followed Dumbledore and his party into Hogwarts Castle, and they behaved very calmly, completely different from the young wizards' first time they entered Hogwarts.

As one of the three major schools of witchcraft and wizardry in Europe, Durmstrang is not much worse than Hogwarts in the strict sense, Hogwarts has a vast Forbidden Forest with countless magical flora and fauna, Durmstrang has a mountain lake that is more extensive than the Black Lake, with countless ghostly ships docked in it, and the aquatic flora and fauna at the bottom of the lake are not inferior to the Forbidden Forest at all.

Hogwarts is the safest place in the wizarding world, while Durmstrang belongs to the Winter City, and no one knows the exact location.

There are pros and cons between the two.

Beauxbatons' castle is less old, having been financed hundreds of years ago when the alchemist Nicole Lemay and his wife Perenal Lemay visited in their youth, and in even older times, Beauxbatons existed in the form of a manor house rather than a castle, where there was no such place as the Forbidden Forest and the Lake in the Mountains, but it was full of spring and beautiful scenery, and there was a huge magical fountain with the function of restoration and beautification.

"Oh my God, it's Victor!"

As the people of Dumstum entered the Great Hall, many of the little wizards who liked Quidditch began to talk after seeing Victor.

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

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

“.”

Naturally, the treatment of star players is not the same.

The Beauxbatons delegation chose their seats at the Ravenclaw table early. The Durmstrang delegation gathered at the door, not knowing where to choose, Gryffindor or Slytherin

As for Hufflepuff, oh, neither delegation took it into account.

In the end, they chose Slytherin, after all, they had the impression that Slytherin had the same research on dark arts as their school.

It's a pity that although the long tables at Hogwarts are still arranged according to the four houses, in fact, the young wizards of the four houses often hang out at the table, and the seats in the fixed houses are already old.

Ron sat down next to Victor, who wanted to talk to Draco and the others.

After a few small talks, Dumbledore announced that the feast had officially begun, and plates of delicacies appeared on the table.

In addition to the dishes that usually appear, there are one or two more special dishes.

Directly in front of Ron, for example, was a dish that looked like a hodgepodge of seafood.

"French mixed fish soup, it tastes good."

Hermione said as she filled herself a little and spooned a bowl for Dudley, who she and Dudley had in front of her.

Ron tried to taste it as well, and then silently put down the spoon.

This dish doesn't match his stomach at all.

Victor ate it quite deliciously, and although he was not French, he seemed to like the taste.

In order to get closer to his idol, Ron tried a second bite.

Silently put down the spoon again, and the instinctive resistance from his body made him really unable to swallow.

Let's go to the special idol.

Ron decisively gave up the dish and began to double-hold the chicken thighs and munch on them.

Ravenclaw

Among Beauxbatons' pupils, there was a witch who stood out, with large blue eyes, neat white teeth, and long, waterfall-like silver hair that hung down to her waist.

That look and smile touched the hearts of many little wizards around.

Even the little wizards at the Hufflepuff table next door were affected.

"It tastes good, just as good as the chefs at Beauxbatons."

The witch took a shallow taste of the French mixed fish soup and said with satisfaction: "I didn't expect that there are people in places like Hogwarts who know how to cook and eat, I thought I was going to be hungry today." ”

Her words immediately aroused the displeasure of some of the little witches, and the little wizards looked intoxicated.

Not long after he finished speaking, he received a merciless taunt.

"This kind of messy patchwork of food is also eaten, and I am really worried about your Beauxbatons food."

Madison tossed the spoon aside and looked at the bowl with a look of disgust on his face, as if it were some very unpalatable food.

Lazily stretched his body, outlining a perfect curve, and his pink tongue gently licked the corners of his mouth, and the breathtaking action attracted more little wizards to sink.

Even the students of Beauxbatons and Dumshambe were not immune.

The eyes of the two little witches met in the air.

It was as if countless sparks collided together.

"See you again, Fleur Delacour."

Madison looked at the witch of Beauxbatons with disgust.

"I really don't want to see you here, Madison Roberts Flint."

The Beauxbatons Witch, who was called Fleur Delacul, said without showing any weakness.

"You're making me sick."

Madison: "Each other. ”

(End of chapter)