HP Shavings Wizard

"They only drink single malt whiskey."

Madame Maxime politely and gracefully bowed slightly to the two people who came forward for the future care of her horse at Hogwarts.

Although he is a big guy, he is very polite and elegant like a French man.

That kind of elegance has become a temperament that is deeply rooted in his bones, making this half-blood giant quite charming.

Professor Grubbly-Plank returned the greeting.

Hagrid was standing there stupidly, staring blankly at Madame Maxime's actions, until Professor Grubbly-Plank returned the greeting. Then he reacted, blushing, and clumsily imitated his colleague's actions, performing this social etiquette that was not very particular in Hogwarts.

After bowing, he opened his mouth, his eyes still filled with drunken mist, and wanted to say something to Madame Maxime, but ultimately failed. He said nothing, lowered his head in silence, and pulled the stamping horse with his colleague.

Perhaps he would thank Professor Dumbledore for sending away those magical animals that were too dangerous to the young wizards. After all, if he had really created the blasting-tailed skrewt as in the original book, he would have missed the meeting with Madame Maxime - of course, it is more likely that he would not be aware of the relationship between them.

Because they were welcoming foreign guests, the professors were all very particular about their appearance. Everyone's clothes and grooming were presentable, including Hagrid, who spruced up his look tonight, and his usually messy hair and beard looked presentable now.

All in all, Madame Maxime had a good impression of this rare fellow and felt that this clumsy big guy was somewhat cute.

But the pleasantries ended here. After explaining the necessary things, I had to quickly take the children to keep warm.

The crowd made way for the dignified and elegant Madame Maxime and her foreign peers to enter Hogwarts.

Several flaming vines suddenly emerged from the tip of Alison's staff, a simple combination of Transfiguration and Fiendfyre.

Dense flame vines grew wildly, climbing and stretching around the walls and gate of the foyer. A burning sensation came over me, instantly dispelling the chill of the winter night.

Dumbledore glanced at Alison, seeming a little helpless, but he did not stop her from using the fierce fire to keep warm.

Alison is good at Fiendfyre and has always been good at controlling it.

Moreover, the Hogwarts castle itself and its decorations are protected by protective and restorative magic. Even if it is burned, it will be restored to its original state in a short time.

However, Alison's little action seemed a bit bold to Madame Maxime.

The lady glanced sideways at Alison, then at Dumbledore, and found a similarity between the father and daughter, a calm and confident attitude in the field of magic.

She whispered to Dumbledore to confirm again, but she already knew it in her heart: "Your child?"

"Yes." Dumbledore nodded with a smile. When he talked about Alison with outsiders, his eyes were full of relief and pride. "She is my pride."

Madame Maxime nodded slightly, her face full of appreciation, and her expression softened: "It is indeed a gifted talent."

After all, it is a famous magic school. If you stay there for a few more years, the professors will meet many outstanding children.

But like this Miss Grindelwald...

With a top family background, outstanding bloodline, and amazing magical talent, he can change the world at a young age...

Unparalleled.

How could the daughter of Dumbledore and Grindelwald be bad?

The headmaster of Beauxbatons came to Hogwarts this time, and participating in the Triwizard Tournament was just an apparent reason.

More importantly, it would strengthen communication and enhance friendship with Hogwarts - it sounded like a polite remark attached to the competition.

But it's not.

That's the main goal.

Because Beauxbatons, the French Ministry of Magic, and even the French wizarding world, all came here for this "God-given land" created by Miss Grindelwald.

If you don't have a very close relationship, it won't work if you just speak up and say something affirmatively. In this case, you can use the Triwizard Tournament to strengthen the relationship and speak again when the relationship is closer.

In a sense, the fact that the Triwizard Tournament went so smoothly and that magicians from all over the world were willing to agree and spend their energy and resources on it was also to get closer to the Dumbledore family.

Madame Maxime also wanted to take this opportunity to see and verify the "land given by God" that she had only heard of and spread so magically.

If those reports are true, and a portal can be connected to Beauxbatons in the future...

The principal's heart was burning with excitement.

But she also knew that France was now lagging behind.

Over at Durmstrang, due to the game of words among the various factions in the German Ministry of Magic, a core saint was replaced as the headmaster. I'm afraid that apart from the fact that Grindelwald and the saints intended to make a comeback at this critical moment in the world, the idea was to use "their own people" to build closer relations.

Durmstrang is Grindelwald's alma mater, and this year it has made a low profile of complete surrender...

trouble.

I have to work harder and put in more effort this year.

Because Alison used the Fiendfyre, there was no cold to force them to move. The two principals talked for a while, and after a while, a sound came from the bottom of the Black Lake...

Madame Maxime simply stopped and waited with the students.

The sound grew louder and louder, and weirder.

It was as if there were some waves surging wildly at the bottom of the lake, and there was a rumbling sound.

But there was also a hint of sucking sound mixed in.

Some small animals think of the giant squid and the kelpie in the lake...

Are they eating?

But the noises at the bottom of the lake grew louder and louder, and the waves began to rise - it was hard to imagine that this noise was caused by a lake.

In the middle of the originally calm and dark water, a huge whirlpool appeared unscientifically, and a huge ship emerged from it.

Stylish, but old.

A bit like the legendary ghost ship.

The Black Lake was in turmoil, and after the waves surged, the old ship quickly sailed towards the castle gate.

Drop the anchor, throw the board, and prepare to go ashore...

The people above are all tall Northern European types.

The thick fur cloaks they wore made them look even more sturdy.

The old wizard at the head did not wear a fur cloak like his students, but instead wore a stiff and formal military jacket.

The old military uniform made him look energetic even though he was old, and gave him a sense of being smart and capable.

Simon Kraft.

From the German Kraft family.

He is one of Grindelwald's confidants and a core saint.

Many young wizards let out low exclamations, recognizing this man, one of Professor Grindelwald's subordinates, who they sometimes saw in the game world.