HP Magic Biography

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There was an air of cheerful anticipation in the school that day, everyone was a little absent-minded in class, more interested in those who came from Abbesbaton and Durmstrang in the evening, and even the pharmacy class was more tolerable than before, because It was over half an hour early.

To be honest, Fan Lin expressed some fear about this, trembling under the shadow of Fu Rong.

I have to admit that when I was in Beauxbatons, only Fu Rong would play tricks on this little brother.

When the bell rang, Harry, Ron, Valin and Hermione hurried back to Gryffindor Tower.

As required, all put away their schoolbags and textbooks, put on their cloaks, and rushed downstairs to the vestibule.

The deans of the colleges are directing the students to line up.

Put your hat on, Weasley, Professor McGonagall called to Ron, Mr Putt, take that ridiculous thing off your head.

Frowning, Pwright removed a large decorative butterfly from the end of her braid.

Follow me, quick, said Professor McGonagall, first year first...don't push...

They filed down the front steps and lined up in front of the castle. It was a cold night with no clouds in the sky, night was falling, the pale translucent moon was shining over the forest, and Van Lin was between Harry and Hermione. , Ron was next to Harry, and they were standing in the 4th row in front.

From this position, they could see most of the people. The first-year students were all trembling with excitement. They had caught up with such a grand event when they first arrived, and they were full of anticipation for it.

It's almost six o'clock, said Ron, looking at his watch, and then down the road leading to the front door. How do you think they're going to get here? By train?

I suspect not, said Hermione.

So how come? Sitting on a broomstick? Harry asked speculatively, looking at the stars.

I don't think it's like that...it's not that far away...

By the Portkey? Ron wondered, or will they turn—

You can't shapeshift inside Hogwarts, how many times do I have to tell you? said Hermione impatiently.

Don't you know that every school has its own interview tool? That's face.

Fan Lin said, I know about Beauxbatons, and that will surprise you all.

Is there anything more to reveal? Ron asked curiously, I almost forgot that you've been in Beauxbatons for a long time, their candidate...

If I said so, then you wouldn't have any sense of expectation. It's a very boring thing. Fan Lin complained, because Hermione pinched him secretly.

Looks like you're all better, said Hermione.

Fan Linqiang dare not speak.

If you know the inside story, just watch it, don't talk too much.

Immediately afterwards, the three looked excitedly at the darkened ground, but there was no movement, everything was as quiet as usual, Harry began to feel cold, he hoped that they would come soon, the students from other places were preparing a dramatic Appearance ceremony...

He remembered what Mr. Weasley had said at camp before the Quidditch World Cup—

Always like this, when we get together, we can't help showing off... Dumbledore called from the back row, where he was standing with several teachers, Ah!

If I'm not mistaken, Team Beauxbatons is here!

Where? asked many students eagerly, looking around.

There! said a sixth grader, pointing to the forest.

Something very big, much bigger than a broomstick—or a hundred broomsticks at all— came racing across the deep blue sky, growing bigger and bigger.

It's a dragon! screamed a first-year student, completely dazed.

Don't be silly...it's a flying house! said Denny Clivy.

Deeney's guess was more accurate, the huge black shadow flitted across the treetops of the forest, and the light from the castle window hit it, and they saw a huge, powder-blue carriage, the size of a large house, Roaring toward them, twelve winged horses, each as big as an elephant, pulled the cart through the air.

Back! Hagrid held two big signs, and he stood in the distance, as if he was guiding the carriage.

Unfortunately, he was really tall, and when he turned around, the rune horse's hooves almost kicked him.

Hagrid had to throw himself aside.

The carriage flew a little lower, and the students in the first three rows took a few steps back. The carriage came to a sudden stop, and a loud noise made Neville jump back and step on the foot of a fifth-year Slytherin student. The horseshoes, which were bigger than plates, slammed into the ground.

Immediately, the car also came down, the huge wheels bounced a few times, the big golden horse turned its head and turned its big red eyes.

Just before the door opened, Harry saw a layer of defensive totems on the door (two crossed golden wands shooting out three stars each).

A boy in a light blue robe jumped out of the car, bent forward and fumbled for a moment on the floor of the car, unfurling a golden stack of stairs, stepped back respectfully, and Harry saw a shiny black high-heeled shoe next. Stretching out of the cart, shoes were the size of a child's sled, and then, almost in an instant, the tallest woman Harry had ever seen stepped out, explaining the size of the horse and the cart all at once, Several people gasped.

Harry had only ever seen one person as tall as the woman, and that was Hagrid, and he wondered if there was even the slightest difference in height between them, but somehow—or perhaps he was used to seeing Hagrid—there was The woman (who was now at the foot of the stairs, looking around the wide-eyed welcoming crowd) looked even more unusually tall.

(Girls look taller? How about a giantess?)

She stepped forward, shrouded in the light from the front hall, she showed a handsome skin, smooth face, big and black eyes, water quality, hooked nose, hair combed back in a bun, in the Glittering at the nape of her neck, she was black satin from head to toe, and fine and dazzling opals shone on her neck and thick fingers.

Dumbledore began to clap, and the students burst into applause, many standing on tiptoes to get a better view. She walked up to Dumbledore, with a graceful smile on her face, and she held out her glistening hand, which Dumbledore, though not short, hardly had to bend down to kiss.

Dear Ms. Maxime, he said, Welcome to Hogwarts!

Dumbledore, Ms. Maxim's voice was deep, are you all right?

I'm fine, thank you, said Dumbledore.

Students. Ms. Maxim said, waving her big hand casually behind her.

Harry had been keeping an eye on Ms. Maxim, and now saw about a dozen boys and girls, all over the age of sixteen from their looks, getting out of the car and standing behind Ms. Maxim, their The buns were made of fine silk, and none of them wore cloaks, only a few had scarves around their heads, no wonder they were shaking.

This surprised Fan Lin very much. You must know that fewer people were selected at the beginning, and there were very few boys.

But now...

Maybe something went wrong?

Anyway, he saw familiar faces among the 24 students, our beautiful Miss Fleur, lovely Gabriel and...

Why is Brown coming too?

These boys are not very friendly to Fan Lin, but...they shouldn't be so stupid as to trouble Fan Lin now.

This is Hogwarts, Fanlin's territory, and...

Not that I'm targeting everyone here, but I just want to say that Beauxbaton's boys are simply weak.

Fan Lin looked up, his face was exposed under the hat.

Fu Rong immediately found Fan Lin in the crowd, and she smiled at him...

If the headmaster hadn't been there, these animals would have called out, Fan Lin can assure you.

However, some people in the crowd were still talking quietly, but they deliberately lowered their voices, and the communication was very short. This is a matter of face, at least it was like this on the first day.

Has Karkaroff arrived? said Madam Maxim.

He'll be here any minute, said Dumbledore. Would you rather wait here for him, or go in and get warm?

Warm it up, I suppose, said Madame Maxime, but these horses—

Our Professor of the Care of Fantastic Beasts will be happy to look after them, said Dumbledore. He'll be taking care of your horse when he's - coming back from his - well, other business, which he's taking care of a little bit now. Little things.

Hagrid's still out in the water, maybe he needs a change, Ron said to Harry, smiling.

My horse is - er - not very tame, it has to be tough, said Madame Maxime, who seemed to suspect that no Hogwarts wizard teacher was up to the task. They're strong...

I promise Hagrid is perfectly capable, said Dumbledore, smiling.

Excellent. Madame Maxime bowed slightly, Please tell that Mr. Hagrid that these horses only drink malt whiskey.

It will be done as you bid, said Dumbledore, bowing in return.

Come on, Maxim ordered her students. The Hogwarts parted ways to let her and her students pass the stone steps.

Do you think Hagrid can subdue these horses? Seamus leaned out from Levden and Pwright to talk to Harry, Ron and Valin.

I don't see a problem with that, said Harry.

Maybe they got away, said Ron hopefully.

Oh, don't say that, said Hermione, shuddering, think of these things escaping...

It doesn't matter, Hagrid can handle even Noble. Fan Lin said, But where did Noble go?

It seems to be in Romania. Ron said, After all, Hagrid is himself, and Nobo has some problems. After all, he is not yet an adult. Charlie should be able to take care of it.

Several people were talking in low voices. They were all trembling slightly, standing and waiting for the arrival of the Damsian team, most of them looked at the sky hopefully, for several minutes, only the snort and stomp of Madame Maxime's horse broke the silence, and then ——

Did you hear anything? Ron said suddenly.

When Harry heard it, a strange sound came from the darkness, mixed with roaring and sucking sounds, as if a huge vacuum cleaner was moving along the river bed...

Lake! Lee Jordan pointed to the lake below and shouted, Look at that lake!

They stood at the top of the lawn overlooking the ground, from which they could clearly see the black, smooth surface of the lake—but suddenly the water stirred, and there was a movement in the depths of the lake, and great bubbles formed on the surface, and waves crashed on the muddy shore— Then, a vortex appeared in the middle of the lake as if a large piston had just been pulled out of the bottom of the lake... what looked like a long, dark vortex began to slowly rise from the middle of the vortex, and then, everyone saw rigging...

It's a mast! Harry exclaimed, conveying shock and delight to his companion.

Slowly and majestically, the ship rose to the surface, shining in the moonlight, strange and skeletal, as if it were a restored hulk, and the dim lights shimmered in the portholes like ghost eyes , at last, with a loud splash, the boat emerged fully, bobbing on the rippling water, and began to drive towards the shore, and presently they saw the splash of the anchor being thrown into the shallows and the planks being laid on the shore. bang bang.

People disembarked, they saw their silhouettes past the lights in the portholes, and Harry noticed they were all the size of Crabbe and Goyle...but when they got some, onto the grass, the vestibule When the light came, he saw that their figures were tall because they wore long woven wool cloaks, but the one who led the way to the castle wore another kind of wool cloak, smooth and silver like his hair.

Dumbledore! he greeted warmly, walking up the slope. How are you? My dear chap, how are you?

Very well, thank you, Professor Karkaroff, Dumbledore replied.

Karkaroff's voice sounded pretentious and phony, and when he came into the front light they saw him tall and thin, Dumbledore's build, but with short gray hair, The chin beard (trimmed into a little curl) didn't quite hide his slack jaw, and he moved closer to Dumbledore, taking Dumbledore's hand in both.

Dear Hogwarts Castle, he said, looking up at the castle and smiling. His teeth were extremely yellow, but Fan Lin noticed that his eyes were not smiling, but cold and cunning.

How nice it is here, how nice...Victor come here and warm up...you don't mind, Dumbledore? Viktor has a cold...

Karkaroff stepped forward to call to one of his students, and Harry caught a glimpse of a protruding hooked nose and bushy black eyebrows as the boy walked past without Ron punching him on the arm or smacking his ear. Shhh, Harry could recognize the silhouette.

Harry - it's Krum!

In fact, Fan Lin always thought that Karkaroff was a middle-aged man similar to Professor Snape.

However, none of this is important information. Regarding his age, Fan Lin should be concerned about his identity.

This is a Death Eater, just like Professor Snape, Karkaroff is a Death Eater.

It's just that he doesn't have Snape's acting skills and Lucius' brains. He relies on contributing his name in exchange for his freedom.

The owner of this name may be in the castle now, and he also appeared in the Quidditch World Cup, Barty Crouch Jr.

Then, things get interesting.

Will Barty Crouch Jr. let go of Karkaroff, the former betrayer?

There is also the logo of the Death Eaters, Karkaroff must be having a very headache right now.

The Hogwarts students lined up and followed the Durmstrang students upstairs.

Ron was shocked, I don't believe it! Harry, that's Viktor Krum!

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

Just a Quidditch player? Ron looked at her, unable to believe his ears, Hermione - but one of the best Seekers in the world! I had no idea he was still In school.

Krum admirer... Maybe it's time for Ron to find a way to get some medicine.

They followed the other Hogwarts students through the population halls and towards the Great Hall.

Fan Lin saw Lee Jordan jumping up and down with bare feet, just to get a better look at the back of Karen's head.

Nine sixth-grade girls frantically digging into their pockets as they walk—My God, it's unbelievable that I don't even have a pen— Do you think he'd like to sign my hat with lipstick?

Ah, really! exclaimed Hermione boastfully.

They pass the group of girls who are now arguing over the lipstick.

I'll get his autograph too, if I may, said Ron. Harry, you didn't have a pen, did you?

Here it is, on top of my bag, said Harry.

They walked to the Gryffindor table and sat down, Ron making a point of sitting on the side opposite the door, as Krum and his companions were still around the door, and it was obvious where they were going to sit. Sure.

The students from Beauxbatons were already seated at the Weiwen Carlo table.

Dismayed, they looked around and surveyed the hall. Three of them were still holding on to their headscarves and shawls.

It's not that cold, is it? Hermione looked at them, a little annoyed. Why don't they bring the cloaks?

Come here! Come and sit here! Ron hissed softly, Here! Hermione, move in a bit, squeeze out a bit—

what?

It's too late. Ron was frustrated.

Viktor Krum and his classmates had already sat down at the Slytherin table. Harry could see that Crabber and Goyle were very pleased with this. Malfoy leaned forward to speak to Krum.

Yeah, yeah, sycophant, Ron sneered, I bet Krum sees right through him, though...of course he's always surrounded by people who flatter him...you think they'd sleep Where? We can make room for him in the dormitory, Harry... I don't mind giving him my bed, I can sleep in the rollaway.

Hermione scoffed at that.

Fan Lin was very satisfied, even secretly laughing?

Looks like they're much happier than Beauxbatons and the others, said Harry.

Durmstrang's students were taking off their thick fur coats and looking with interest at the starry black ceiling. One or two of them picked up the gold plates and goblets and looked at them carefully, obviously very infected.

Over at the clerk's desk Filch, the caretaker, was adding chairs, donning his battered and musty tailcoat for the occasion.

Harry was surprised to see that he had added two chairs on either side of Dumbledore's chair.

But it's only two more people, said Harry. Why would Filch have four chairs? Who else wants to come?

What? Ron asked blankly, still staring at Krum eagerly.

After all the students entered the hall and sat down at their respective tables, the staff came in and lined up to sit at the tables.

At the end of the line were Professor Dumbledore, Professor Karkaroff and Madame Maxime, headmistress of Beauxbatons School. As soon as she appeared, Beauxbatons' students all jumped up.

Some of the Hogwarts students laughed. It made them quite embarrassed, and then they didn't dare to sit down until Mrs. Maxim took the seat to Dumbledore's left. Then they sat down.

While Dumbledore was still standing, there was no sound in the huge hall.

Good evening, ladies and gentlemen, ghosts—and especially the guests, said Dumbledore, smiling at the students from other schools. You are all very welcome to Hogwarts. I hope I trust you here too. I will live comfortably and be happy.”

A girl from Beauxbatons, still clutching the scarf on her head, let out a sneer, which must have been a sneer.

Nobody's forcing you to stay! Hermione growled at her under her breath.

Fan Lin looked over, he didn't have any impression of that girl, was she a fourth or fifth grade prefect?

The competition will officially begin after midsummer, Dumbledore announced. Now, please don't be too polite, please.

He sat down, and Harry saw Karkaroff immediately leaning over to talk to him.

The plates in front of them were full of food as usual. Looks like the elf door in the kitchen is taking out all the storage. Fan Lin had never seen so many different dishes at Hogwarts, and some of them were obviously dishes from other countries.

What's that? Ron pointed to a plate of mussel-like stew next to a large plate of kidney pudding.

Fish soup, Hermione replied.

God bless, said Ron.

It's French, said Hermione. I had it on vacation the summer before last, and it was delicious.

I'll take your word for it, said Ron, starting to eat the black pudding.

Although there were only about forty more students, the hall seemed more crowded than usual.

Probably because of wearing different colored school uniforms. After taking off their fur coats, Durmstrang's students revealed dark red robes, which were much more eye-catching than the black robes worn by Hogwarts students.

Looking at Beauxbaton's sky blue satin.

Fan Lin remembered that they had winter school uniforms, but they seemed to have mistaken the season.

Poor Fleur and Gabriel, I hope those two still remember the warming spell I taught them.

Now there is a stark contrast in the lobby.

Black, red and blue school uniforms, such days will last a whole school year.

To be honest, if Voldemort is not considered, the Three Witches Fighting Competition is really a very interesting project.

If there were no Death Eaters to make trouble, maybe he could still participate in the Three Witches Fighting Competition, but now it seems that such a thing has just been abolished.

This is undoubtedly a very bad thing. He will never have such an opportunity in the future, he is already in the fourth grade.