[HP]Hogwarts famous beauties

In the next week, the topics at Hogwarts basically revolved around the Triwizard Tournament, Beauxbatons, and Durmstrang.

On the morning of October 10, when they went downstairs for breakfast, they found that the auditorium had been decorated overnight. Huge silk banners hung on the walls, each one representing a house of Hogwarts, and behind the teachers' desk hung the largest banner, which bore the Hogwarts coat of arms: four animals united , surrounding a large letter h.

Harry, Winter, Ron and Hermione sat down at the Gryffindor table, Winter next to Fred and George.

"It's not pleasant, I admit," George said frustratedly, "but if he doesn't talk to us face to face, we have to send him the letter. Or put the letter directly into his hand. He can't last forever Avoid us."

"You two should discuss it later, Ron has already found out." Winter said softly against Fred's ear.

A step too late, Ron came over, "Who is hiding from you?" Ron said, sitting down next to George.

"I wish you could avoid us," said Fred, seeming unhappy to be disturbed.

"What's unpleasant?" Ron asked George.

"You have a nosy, silly brother like you," George said.

"Hey, why can Winter listen?" Ron asked unconvinced.

"If you looked like Winter, we would be happy to have you listen," George said. Winter blushed nearby and deliberately didn't look over there.

"Have you two figured out how to deal with the Triwizard Tournament?" Harry asked, "Do you still want to sneak in and participate?"

"I asked Professor McGonagall how the warriors were selected, but she refused to tell me," George said resentfully. "She just told me to shut up and focus on transforming my raccoon."

"I wonder what events there are in the Tournament." Ron said thoughtfully, "I bet we can do it too, Harry. We have done such dangerous things before..."

"You didn't do it in front of the referees, did you?" Fred said, "McG said that the referees will rate the warriors based on the quality of their completed projects."

"Who is the referee?" Harry asked.

"Oh, the principals of the participating schools must be on the judging panel," Hermione said.

Everyone turned to look at Hermione in surprise, "Because in the 1792 Hegemony Tournament, a monster that the warriors wanted to catch was out of control and ran rampant, and all three principals were injured." She noticed that everyone was Staring at her, he put on his impatient expression again, because no one had read as many books as she did.

She said, "It's all written down in Hogwarts: A History. But, of course, that book isn't completely reliable. Maybe call it "A Revised History of Hogwarts." It would be more appropriate to call it "a biased and selective history of Hogwarts, in which the dark side of the school is concealed."

Winter, Harry, and Ron all paid two Silver Sickles to buy the badge, but they did so just to silence her. However, their Silver Sickles were wasted, and Hermione was not quiet because of this. When we got down, the noise became even louder. From there, she first asked them to wear the badges, then asked them to convince others to do so.

She also developed a habit of pestering others in the Gryffindor common room every night, shaking her piggy bank under their noses.

"Hermione, this will be counterproductive." Winter tried to dissuade her.

"No, I have to do this!" She was glaring at Neville, watching him reluctantly pay the money just to stop Hermione from glaring at her viciously.

At this moment, Harry and Winter looked at each other in tacit understanding and lowered their heads to serve themselves food. Ron was rolling his eyes at the ceiling. Fred suddenly became very interested in Winter's bacon, and was fighting over Winter's bacon. George leaned towards Hermione and said, "Hermione, do you have any?" Have you ever been to the kitchen down there?”

"No, of course not," Hermione said simply, "I don't think students should..."

"Oh, we've been there," George said, pointing to Fred, "many times, and we've met them, and they're happy. They think they've got the best job in the world..."

"You two never take me with you for such a thing!" Winter punched Fred hard. "Ouch! You can't wake up every day. If I take you there, you won't be able to wake up the next day. I'll do it next time!" Fred promised.

"That's because they are uneducated and have been indoctrinated with some wrong ideas!" Hermione said excitedly, but her next words were drowned out by a sudden whooshing sound above her head, and the owls delivered the message. Hermione stopped talking immediately, and Hedwig landed on Harry's shoulder, folded her wings, and stretched out one leg tiredly.

Harry pulled out Sirius's reply and handed his bacon rind to Hedwig's mouth, who ate gratefully.

Harry looked around and was sure that Fred and George were immersed in discussing the Triwizard Tournament again, so he read Sirius' letter in a low voice to Ron, Hermione and Winter.

Harry,

I understand your painstaking efforts. I'm hidden and safe. I want you to write to me about everything that happens at Hogwarts.

Don't use Hedwig, keep switching to other owls. Don't worry about me, be careful yourself. Don't forget what I said about your scar. Say hello to Winter for me.

Sirius

"Why do you keep changing owls?" Ron asked in a low voice. "It's safer this way. Hedwig is white and it's so eye-catching." Winter said.

That day, there was a joy of anticipation in the air. In the classroom, no one paid attention to the lecture. Everyone was thinking that people from Beauxbatons and Durmstrang were coming tonight.

When the bell rang early, Harry, Winter, Ron and Hermione hurried to Gryffindor Tower, put down their school bags and textbooks, put on their cloaks, and rushed down the stairs in three steps. , came to the foyer. They came down the steps and lined up in front of the castle. The cold night and the cold moonlight reflected the extraordinary nature of this night.

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

"I don't think so," said Hermione.

"How come? A broomstick?" Harry guessed, looking up at the starry sky.

"Maybe they came out of the water," Winter said.

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

"Where?"

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

A huge powder blue carriage flew towards them. It was as big as a house, and twelve winged silver-maned horses about the size of an elephant pulled it into the air.

A boy in a light blue robe jumped out of the carriage, bent over, fumbled for something on the floor of the carriage, and opened a golden spiral staircase.

He jumped back respectfully, and a shiny black high-heeled shoe was stretched out from the carriage. The shoe was as big as a small sled, and a woman appeared closely behind him. She was so big that she was a lot (I had never seen it before). Hagrid had never seen anyone in her life. When she came into the light, everyone discovered that she was actually very beautiful and dressed gorgeously.

"Winter, was she your principal before you transferred to another school?" Ron's eyes were fixed on that woman.

"When did I say I was from Beauxbatons? I just transferred to Hogwarts, idiot." Winter knocked Ron on the head with his knuckles.

"So you're not from Beauxbatons?" Harry and Hermione both turned around.

"I never said I was from Beauxbatons. I didn't go to a wizarding school before Hogwarts. My family taught me at home..." Winter was glad that she had made up the reason in advance.

Fortunately, Harry and the others didn't have time to dwell on this issue because Dumbledore had already started talking to the lady.

"My students." Madame Maxime said, waving casually behind her with a huge hand. A dozen boys and girls stood there.

"My horses require a strong person to take care of them," Madame Maxime said. "They have very strong tempers..."

"I assure you, Hagrid is fully capable of doing this job." Dumbledore said with a smile.

"Very well," said Madame Maxime, bowing slightly, "could you tell this Hagrid that these horses only drink single malt whiskey?" "I'll take care of it," said Dumbledore, also bowing. Bowed.

Suddenly, a very loud and strange sound floated toward them from the darkness, a suppressed rumble and siphoning sound.

"In the lake!" Li Qiaodan shouted, pointing to the lake.

"I was right. It's really in the water." Winter said happily.

A long black pole-like thing slowly rose from the whirlpool, followed by a sail, and after a while a large ship surfaced.

"Hey, Pirates of the Caribbean!" Winter said. "Pirates of the Caribbean? What?" Ron asked gruffly.

The people on the boat were disembarking, all wearing a kind of fur cloak. The hair on it was shaggy and tangled, making them look very big. But the man who led them to the castle was dressed in high-end clothes.

"Dumbledore!" the man called enthusiastically as he walked up the ramp. "How are you, my dear old fellow?"

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

"Dear old Hogwarts," he said, looking up at the castle and smiling. His teeth were yellow, and although his face was smiling, his eyes were unsmiling and still cold. Indifferently and sharply, "It's great to be here, Viktor, come here and warm yourself up... Do you mind, Dumbledore? Viktor has a little cold..."

Karkaroff motioned for one of his students to come forward. As the boy walked by.

"Harry, it's Krum!" Ron yelled, "I can't believe it! It's Krum, Harry! Viktor Krum!"

"For God's sake, Ron, he's just a Quidditch player," said Hermione. Winter thought to himself, soon you won't say that.

"Just a Quidditch player?" Ron looked at her blankly, "Hermione, he is one of the best seekers in the world! I didn't expect that he was still a student!" Winter thought, You soon stopped saying that too.

They walked to the Gryffindor table and sat down. Ron deliberately sat on the side facing the door, because Krum and his classmates were still gathered at the door, seemingly unsure where they should sit.

The Beauxbatons classmates had chosen seats at the Ravenclaw table, probably because they liked the color blue.

"Here! Come and sit here!" Ron said hoarsely, "Here! Hermione, move over a little bit..."

"What?" Hermione said in surprise.

"Oh...it's too late!" Ron said regretfully. Krum and his fellow Durmstrang alumni were already seated at the Slytherin table.

"It's good. You can eat in peace." Winter was gearing up to start the meal. "Miss, why are you just thinking about eating?" Fred knocked on Winter's head.

"Food and sleep are the most important things in life." Winter replied pretending to be profound.