days at Hogwarts

The sky was dark, night was falling, and a white, translucent moon was already hanging over the Forbidden Forest.

The black lake is as calm as a mirror. The breeze passes by, causing ripples in circles. The invisible water vapor melts into the cold and humid air, bringing with it the smell of earth and grass, which is refreshing.

Dumbledore had his hands folded in his beard, with a faint smile on his lips. Anyone who looked at him would say he was gentle, polite, and affable. Led by the principal, the staff of Hogwarts stood in a row on the shore of the Black Lake to welcome the arrival of other schools in the competition.

"Minerva," Dumbledore's lips didn't move much, but his dissatisfied murmurs were heard by several professors around him, "Can't we put the greeting place in the entrance hall, at least there won't be a cold wind blowing there?"

Professor McGonagall stared intently at the sky above the Forbidden Forest without even looking at him: "Do you think that's polite in Hogwarts?"

"No one will say that Hogwarts is rude to your face..."

Dumbledore was glanced at by Professor McGonagall, his voice gradually weakened, and after coughing, he returned to the gentle and polite appearance of the old headmaster.

Professor Sprout, who was standing nearby, wanted to remain silent and pretended not to hear anything. Professor Flitwick thought this was too blunt. He cleared his throat and asked, "Hey, where's Severus? Why didn't you see him?"

"The last period is his Potions class. He probably has some things to deal with."

"Where's Hagrid? Why haven't you seen him?"

"Oh, my prefect told me there was a little bit of trouble in Hagrid's class."

"..."

Staring at the gradually darkening venue, the eager excitement of the young wizards at Hogwarts gradually faded away. The venue was still the same as it was before, silent and peaceful, without the shadow of any strange wizards.

"It's chilly."

Loren muttered, putting his hand under the hood of the girl's magic robe, sucking in the warmth stored here, "I have been standing here for almost half an hour. I almost want to go back to the castle."

Hermione also sighed, leaned her upper body back, and leaned against Loren to relax her sore calves.

"Come on, there!"

A sixth grade student suddenly shouted, pointing his hand towards the sky above the Forbidden Forest.

Everyone looked in the direction of his finger and saw a small black dot flying across the dark blue sky at high speed, flying towards the castle and gradually getting bigger and bigger. When the dark thing flew into the light range of the castle, the little wizards finally saw what it looked like and let out bursts of surprise and cheers.

"Is it a fire dragon?"

"Don't be silly, it's a house flying!"

Twelve silver-maned horses flapped their broad wings, covering a large area of ​​the sky. They were bigger than hippogriffs, and they were almost catching up with the elephants, pulling the pink-blue carriage carriage. With a heart-breaking noise, the carriage crashed to the ground.

The square carriage is covered with luxurious decorations. The plant vines are carved from silver, and the eyes of animals are filled with golden brilliance. The most eye-catching among them is the emblem printed on the door, two golden crossed wands with protrusions from the front. Three bright stars appeared.

Amidst the thumping of horse hooves, the car door opened and a shiny black high-heeled shoe stuck out.

Seamus gasped: "Oh my gosh, she's so tall."

Only one foot is longer than the entire body of many little wizards. The burly woman in black velvet poked her head out, but her face was unexpectedly handsome. Her olive face had a pair of dark and bright eyes, and her nose Pointed.

"Dear Madame Maxime."

Dumbledore came forward with a smile on his face, held the thick hand covered with luxurious opals, and kissed the back of the shining pearl hand. He raised his head and said warmly: "Welcome to Hogg Watts.”

This scene was so weird that the little wizards collectively shivered.

"Dumbledore, I hope everything is well with you." Ms. Maxim's voice was low.

"Very good, thank you."

"This is my student."

Everyone present looked at the dozen or so little wizards who came down from behind. Judging from their appearance, they were all around eighteen or nineteen years old. They were wearing clothes made of fine silk, and they were all trembling slightly in the cold wind.

They were also as curious about Hogwarts as the little wizards at Hogwarts. A dozen little wizards from Beauxbatons looked up at the thousand-year-old castle not far ahead, with awe on their faces. look.

"Karkaroff," Ms. Maxim paused, "and Fontana, are they here?"

"They will be here any minute. Would you rather wait here to greet him, or would you rather go in first and warm up?"

"It's better to keep warm, but those horses-"

"Our Care of Magical Creatures teachers will be happy to look after them..."

Harry and Ron, who arrived in a hurry and were out of breath from running all the way, happened to hear the last sentence. Looking at the rune horse that was larger than an elephant, they opened their mouths in surprise and asked eagerly.

"What horse?"

"Where's Hagrid?"

Loren and Hermione, who heard the sound, turned around and saw the two of them, and moved to the side to make room.

"These are Beauxbatons' magic horses. That is Beauxbatons' principal, Madam Maxime. Hagrid is looking after the squid." Loren introduced it very completely, "Don't worry, my dear friend, You didn’t miss anything.”

Harry and Ron both rolled their eyes and squeezed into the front row to watch the fun. Ron whispered: "Look, the lady in front, she is so beautiful, isn't she?"

"I think we met her the night of the Quidditch World Cup."

"Come on, we saw a lot of wizards that night."

"..."

Watching Professor McGonagall leading the Beauxbatons teachers and students into the castle, the place became silent again, with only the sounds of the rune horses snorting and stamping their hooves.

Hermione suddenly asked: "Did you hear anything?"

Before he finished speaking, a suppressed rumbling and sucking sound gradually approached. The sound seemed to come from underground, causing ripples to appear in the black lake. The ripples gradually turned into water splashes and waves, causing the lake surface to tremble endlessly until it reached the center of the lake. Suddenly a large whirlpool appeared.

A black mast rose from the center of the whirlpool. Slowly, an extraordinary large ship rose out of the water. The iron shell covering the whole body was covered with decayed black stains. Only the portholes shone with a misty light. , like the eyes of a ghost.

As the anchor settled and the bridge was set up, the little wizards finally saw the principal of Durmstrang, a tall and thin man with short gray hair and a goatee with curls at the end. Revealing a thin chin.

"Dumbledore! My dear old fellow, how are you?"

Karkaroff's voice was high-pitched but not harsh. Instead, it had a mellow and sweet feeling. He shouted to Dumbledore from a long distance away. But when they got closer, the little wizards realized that although he was smiling, his eyes were full of indifference.

"Dear old Hogwarts, it's so good to be here, so good -"

"Duwu——"

"Duwu——"