[HP] I have a date with Snake House

Pulling up the platinum-blond hair not far away, "It's your turn Draco, say something, you can't let them think that we really have something, Merlin's beard, you must know that our aesthetics are not in the same online."

On the other hand, Pansy was still waiting for Lancet's reply.His Highness the Prince of Hogwarts grasped the dishonest paw on the top of his head, and said vaguely, "Any boy, no matter what you choose, I am willing to try to adjust my aesthetics for you."

"Great, it seems that the whole school will have new news tomorrow." Lancet withdrew his hand from His Royal Highness's hand, and looked helplessly at the girls who were excitedly walking together to discuss not far away, " Seriously Draco, you're about to turn the Slytherin girls into something else."

The person being accused calmly turned over a page of the book, hooked the corner of his mouth, "The strength of two people."

Go to your power of two!

……

In the following two weeks, rumors of gossip had reached the ears of the professor. For example, when Professor Flitwick called the roll call in class, he would jump over a few people after calling Lanster's name. Then say Draco's name; or in the Defense Against the Dark Arts class, Sirius used the Desperate Curse to control him to reappear and refuse His Royal Highness Draco, but fortunately he was resisted by Lancet. "Aha," Professor Dog exaggeratedly exclaimed, "the power of true love." Even in the divination class, Professor Trelawney warned him solemnly that he has been a little guilty recently, and be careful not to let the people around him go easily... …

The only ones among these professors who are not affected are probably Professor Binns and Professor McGonagall. Unfortunately, Lanster fell asleep in Professor Binns' class, and in the Transfiguration class, even if Professor McGonagall didn't say anything Gossip, Lanster also felt that Transfiguration itself was difficult enough.

Like today.

"You are entering an important period in your wizarding education!" she told them, her eyes shining majestically behind square spectacles. "Your OWLs are approaching—"

And our OWLs are still a year and a half away.Lanster didn't dare to say this sentence. He heard that a Gryffindor in the previous class proposed this idea and was severely despised.

Draco pointed to the point, "That's because no one in that class managed to turn a hedgehog into needle felt," he paused, then added reluctantly, "Except that Granger." Then , Draco observed his own needle felt with critical eyes, and after a while, he looked unhappy, "Please help me, little man," he said, pointing to two of the many spikes , "Are these two sharps different from the other ones?"

Lanster, who was about to stab the hedgehog on his table to death, growled with a dark face, "Where do you come from so much? That hedgehog didn't even dislike your uneven red wand!"

The growling voice was not small, and Professor McGonagall, who was standing on the podium, glanced at them from under the lens, "Pay attention to the influence, Mr. Nott, flirting is not allowed in class."

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Xiaolong: These two thorns don't seem to be sharp enough (disgusted face).

Lance: Where do you talk so much?That hedgehog didn't dislike your uneven red wand!

Xiaolong: I don't even think that your short stature affects the next generation!

Lance: I don't even think that your poisonous mouth affects the physical and mental health of your child!

Assists (at a loss): It seems that both of them have long-term thinking, and they don’t need our assistance at all (╯‵ ′)╯︵┻━┻

The author has something to say: Yes, this is an era of assists for all.

Pan Xi: What if I suddenly feel that my love rival and my sweetheart want me to assist?Waiting online, very urgent_(:зゝ∠)_

☆, new entertainment

36. New Entertainment

"It's as if there's no other entertainment this year," Lanster said sullenly after returning to the common room from the Transfiguration classroom. "But why does Professor McGonagall know about this?"

"It's not surprising," Pansy said suddenly, "Professor McGonagall used to be the editor-in-chief of Hogwarts Weekly." The little girl shrugged under Lanster's horrified gaze, "When I went to her office again I saw the trophy that the weekly gave her before."

People should not be judged by their appearance, which basically sums it up like this.

During the two days of the weekend, Lanster was almost driven crazy by the homework from the professors, "I don't understand," he finally made up his bad luck for the next week, and now he is struggling with a new parchment Lanster threw the quill in his hand aside, "The goblin rebellion in the eighteenth century, what's there to write about?"

"A lot." Draco said lightly as he slowly rolled up his magician thesis, which was much longer than normal requirements, "and you only need to write on one aspect of it, which is enough to complete the requirements of Professor Binns .”

The young man squinted at the other party's large roll of parchment, and asked curiously, "Then how many aspects did you write?" Then he immediately got a question, "Do you even need to ask?" ' look.

"All." Draco folded his hands and said, "Because I have already learned the Flying Curse, my homework time for this week is over."

Lanster felt that he had received a knowing blow, "Hagrid didn't assign any homework for you?" Draco squinted his eyes and thought for a while, "It will probably be revealed next Monday." Lanster's dark expectation Hope Hagrid doesn't assign them too leisurely tasks.

On Monday, Hagrid confirmed the boy's talent in language with his actions, "For example, crow's mouth?" Lancet said happily to himself.In short, the teenager felt that his decision to attend this class was very wise.It would have been better if Hagrid's reason for persuading Draco to go out to the back of his hut every other day to watch the Blast-Enders wasn't 'wanting them to feel a little love'.

After the class, Lancet followed the Slytherin army to the auditorium.Then he found that the entrance of the auditorium was extremely crowded today.Due to his height, he could only vaguely see a new notice posted on the bulletin board at the entrance of the auditorium.

He could only tug on Draco's robe in front, "What is it? I can't see."

Mr. Chief clicked his tongue in disgust, and read the text on the notice:

"The Triwizard Tournament:

Representatives from Beauxbatons and Durmstrang School of Witchcraft and Wizardry will arrive at 10pm on Friday 30 October.The afternoon class will end half an hour earlier.

At that time, please send your schoolbags and textbooks back to the dormitory, gather in front of the castle, meet our guests, and then attend the welcome banquet. "

"It seems that we have new entertainment?" Zabini said with emotion after Draco finished reading the announcement, "It's really boring to always focus on one activity."

"What old entertainment?" Lanster turned his head and asked, a little unresponsive, "Why didn't I know?"

Because you are one of the protagonists who make fun for us.But Zabini will never tell him this matter at this time, "You will know later."

Before the so-called new fun came, Lanster and the others first experienced a nightmare:

The professors seem to have been brainwashed overnight, and the requirements for them have suddenly increased a lot. In the Charms class, Professor Flitwick no longer has the time to put his and Draco's names together. Well, in order for them to cast the Flying Curse decently when the two schools came, the classroom was made to look like an accident scene by the students practicing.In the History of Magic class on Wednesday, Professor Binns surprisingly told them about the glory of Hogwarts when they participated in the Triwizard Tournament.Thursday was Professor Dog's Defense Against the Dark Arts class. This time, he taught them a few little jinxes for the first time, so bold...

On the other hand, they had to complete the cleaning tasks assigned to each college in their spare time, "in order to make Hogwarts welcome visitors with a brand new attitude." These are the original words of the principal.

Thanks to him, the students had not had time to recover from the torture of the professors in class, and immediately plunged into the wave of physical labor again.

"Damn the Triwizard Tournament!" Draco finally raised his foot to the bucket when the water droplets on the rag caught his robes for the third time.

"Hey! Calm down, Draco," Lancet quickly pulled him aside, "You have to think about the consequences, if you kick it down, you'll be faced with a hallway that needs to be cleaned in a while—"

On the other side, the portrait on the wall was even more irritable than Draco, "How many times have I told you that I don't need to clean up! Just leave me alone for a while and don't bother me anymore!"

"Calm down too," Lanster tapped the picture frame of the portrait unceremoniously this time, "otherwise I'll just soak you in the water." After the hair color recognized his family, it never stopped nagging all kinds of embarrassing things about the ancestors of the Malfoy family. Lanster was really worried that if it said one more word, Draco would directly throw him a flame .

"Whose child are you?" The portrait's eyes turned to Lancet's side. "To be with this kid, you should be a Slytherin."

"You talk a lot," Lancet slapped a rag on the portrait, and said with a smile, "You know that people like this usually die quickly?"

"..."

The portrait finally shut up.Lancet exhaled, it should have been like this long ago.

In such torment, they finally ushered in Friday.

"I hope that the morning and afternoon classes can be adjusted," Lancet said sincerely during breakfast. "In this way, what we don't have to take in the afternoon will be Transfiguration instead of Potions."

Draco glanced at him calmly, and pointed out sharply: "In fact, you lack the practice of transfiguration class more than anyone else, instead of just spending a class time brewing a pot of potion."

"Should I be amazed at your knowledge of my Transfiguration talent now or grateful for your trust in my Potions talent?"

"No need for Lancet," Zabini said to him in a sweet voice, "as long as you agree to Draco's marriage proposal quickly, everything will be fine."

"Then don't waste time," Lanster said kindly, then picked up a napkin and wiped the corner of his mouth and turned to Draco, "When will I move to your house?"

The result of speaking too straightforwardly and boldly was that Zabini was frightened by his words and froze on his seat. On the other side, His Royal Highness the Prince of Hogwarts who pulled his head back from the "Daily Prophet" raised his eyebrows and asked. , "What did you eat wrong again?"

Nothing to eat, just some fried bacon.

The author has something to say: Xiaolong: What did you eat wrong again?

Lance: Nothing but slices of fried bacon.

Xiaolong: Please give him a dozen of these fried bacon often.

☆, visiting

38、Visit

Lanster was sure that he didn't say the words just now, but after he finished thinking these words in his mind, Draco tilted his head towards Goyle as if he knew something, "That plate of bacon It's yours." Lanster, who was a little guilty, could only look at the plate and say goodbye to it.

After breakfast, the fourth grade of Slytherin had no class in the first period today, and almost everyone followed Draco back to the common room, "We still have half a day to clean ourselves up." Pansy returned Go to your room and say to him, "Do you think only professors compare those two schools?"

Lanster walked up to the big vertical clock and took a photo, feeling that he was under a lot of pressure to be compared with the elites of the other two magic schools as the "face" of Hogwarts.

"Wait, it suddenly occurred to me—" the boy turned around and asked while scratching his hair, "Don't we have four colleges in our school? Why are we the only ones here to clean up?"

No one answered his question, Lanster's implementation turned around in the lounge helplessly, and found that the students who had just entered the door with him had returned to their rooms, including the one who was not in a hurry. Prince of Hogwarts.Well, probably the pressure of being a Hogwarts prince is quite high.

At noon, the little snakes who simply came out of the room returned to the lounge after a simple meal. In such an atmosphere, Lancet also nervously adjusted his clothing and hairstyle ,Then……

There's no after that.

"What do you think of Gryen?" The boy standing in front of the full-length mirror asked hesitantly, "Is this okay?"

"The color was better just now," said Grynn on Parrot 'Castle' - Lancet's hair was just the same granny gray as it was.

"No, no, I don't think that color matches my hospital uniform," the young man said to himself, and then, a little disbelieving in his own aesthetics, "Do you think I will go to Draco to make a decision now and he will Is it time?" Although it was an interrogative sentence, after the sentence was finished, Lanster had already stood at the door, and even put his hand on the doorknob.

"Goodbye." The gray parrot said wisely, and then flapped its wings and returned to its cage.And before its claws touched the shelf in the cage, the bedroom door had already been closed by the boy.

On the other side, diagonally opposite, there was a knock on the bedroom door belonging to the head of the Slytherin fourth year.The rhythm of knocking on the door was so brisk that the owner of the room knew who was standing outside his door without thinking.

With a sound of 'click', the door of Draco's bedroom was opened, and His Royal Highness in a robe appeared behind the door, "Come in." Lanster obediently followed behind him, and closed the door by the way.

Before entering the door, Lanster considered what he might see in Draco's room, such as a pile of empty beauty care potions; clothing accessories strewn everywhere, and even a tantrum to match the look. The violent prince.

But there is none here: everything is where it should be - neat and tidy.The courtyard uniform of His Royal Highness was hung on the hanger at the entrance, without any wrinkles or stains. Below it was a pair of dragon leather ankle boots that Draco liked very much these two days, without any dust.Lanster couldn't tell if they had been specially taken care of, because that's how they maintained their perfect posture on Draco's body every second of the day.

On the sofa and on the low table, there were a book and a tea set as usual. When Lancet walked a few steps in, the unique scent of Draco invaded his sense of smell.

The curtains were drawn, the lighting was subdued, and Lancet guessed that Draco was about to let himself take a nap before he knocked on the door, but all this had to be suspended because of his visit.

Prince Draco took a few steps to the sofa with long legs, and sat down lazily, "Tell me, what's the matter?" After a pause, he smirked at the boy who was a little bit restless: "If Just ask me when I will marry you back to the Malfoy family, and I'm still young."

Lancet's eyes couldn't help looking at one place, and asked blankly, "Where is the smallest?"

"..." Lancet felt that the smile on Draco's face was a little dangerous, although the chief gentleman didn't say anything, no, he did, before Lancet was about to insist on it under those silver-gray pupils. When not going down: "You will know later."

……

At five o'clock, the Slytherin students made a preliminary integration in the lounge together. Lancet observed and found that although everyone present was wearing Hogwarts school uniforms under the regulations, they were still wearing Hogwarts uniforms under the regulations. They carefully filled some small items for themselves.For example, the particularly eye-catching hair accessories on Pansy's hair, which were custom-made by her accompanied by the dragging Lancet, perfectly matched her black hair.

Catching Lancet's gaze, Little Princess Pansy cast her eyes on him, "Oh, I like your Lancet look today, the wonderful dark red color, shouldn't it be your choice?"

Indeed not, this is the color that Draco forced him to adjust by finding a color card. Generally speaking, Lanster seldom dared to use red on his hair in the Snake Garden.

However, I feel really good today. The boy fiddled with the end of his hair and decided to write down this hairstyle as one of his usual hairstyles.

At a quarter past five, all the personnel were sorted out, and the small team from Slytherin finally started to move towards the entrance of the auditorium.The process didn't take long, and after a while, they met the Hufflepuff students not far from the entrance of the Slytherin common room. Students in twos and threes.And the man who led the way in front of these students was no stranger to Lanster, and neither was Draco.

"Cedric Digory," said Draco, "this year's Hufflepuff candidate."

After these words, Draco turned his eyes away from Hufflepuff House, and they followed the people ahead. At 5:20, they saw Professor Snape waiting at the entrance of the auditorium.

"Go to the designated area." Mr. Dean reached out and pointed to a place not far away, "Then keep quiet." It was very simple and clear, in stark contrast to Professor McGonagall beside him.

"Weasley, put your hat on," Professor McGonagall was saying sternly to Ron at this moment, and immediately, something caught her attention, "Miss Patil, put that ridiculous hair on take things away."

Lancet didn't know who she was talking about, but after the words, he saw a girl unhappily taking a huge butterfly headdress from the braid.

"..." Draco glanced at him, "You seem to have something to say?"

Not at all, Lancet glanced at the students in other houses from the corner of his eye, and immediately felt the pressure of his house, as a representative of normal Hogwarts students, to participate in the meeting with the elite students of the other two major schools of magic...

"If we stand a little closer," Lancet swallowed, "can we block those bows, floral hats, and afro?"

"I'm afraid not Lanster." Zabini replied happily. As a well-deserved tall man in the fourth grade, he had already checked the attire on the field. One was about the same height as me, and Beauxbaton's students—oh," he suddenly pointed to the distant sky, "they're here."

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Lance (with malicious intentions): How small is it?

Xiaolong (unfathomable): You will know later...

After the wedding...

Xiaolong (unfinished): Let me tell you how small it is...

Lance (wanting to cry but no tears): Hey, please let me go

The author has something to say: I am dissatisfied with the fact that I only uploaded more than 400 words in the first time (╯‵ ′)╯︵┻━┻, I obviously did not upload so many words!!

☆, long time no see

39、Long time no see

Because Professor Snape was standing aside and watching them, Zabini's movement was not big, but it was enough for Lancet to see the direction of his finger—that was the sky above the Forbidden Forest.

Lanster looked up over there. The weather today is not very good. There are many dark clouds in the sky, and there is still a thin mist. He can hardly see the stars in the sky.Obviously tonight is not a good day to watch the sky at night, but when Lance squinted his eyes and looked over, he still found the target very easily.

It's so conspicuous that they don't even recognize it:

In the night sky, a powder blue light and shadow is rapidly flying towards the direction of the castle. It should be a manned device with a soft light, but its light is elongated in the eyes of everyone due to its excessive speed. Become a dragging tail.

"It's a dragon!" screamed the first-year freshman next to him. To be honest, it's really far away. You must know that Lanster and the others have seen Noble flying in the night sky, which is completely different from the thing in the sky. different.Although many people present had never seen a real dragon, most of them chose to ignore the child's speech.

And as the distance between them drew closer, this behemoth finally became more and more clear in people's sight, especially when they passed over the treetops of the Forbidden Forest and were illuminated by the lights of the castle windows, a huge The carriage appeared in everyone's sight.It was indeed "a" carriage, its body was as big as a house, and its flying power came from the twelve celestial horses in front of the carriage that were as tall as elephants.When such a carriage landed at Hogwarts, Lancet only felt that a plane landed head-on...

After some commotion, this huge carriage finally stopped on the lawn on one side. To be honest, Lanster felt that the height of this carriage was a bit exaggerated. The foot of the car is 3 meters high, but soon, the people in the carriage showed the necessity of this door height - a giantess.

"Principal of Beauxbatons." Draco seemed unable to bear the stunned expression on Lanster's face beside him, and reminded in a low voice reluctantly, "Don't tell me you don't know this."

"Of course I know, she is Madame Maxime." Lanst responded, "But no one told me that she is a close relative of Hagrid." In front of her, the tall and thin Professor Dumbledore was almost a cutie.

Lanster spoke without taking his eyes off her.Before that, Lanster always felt that the giantess was rough and ugly, or as unkempt as Hagrid, but Mrs. Maxim had nothing to do with these: aside from her body proportions, she was a very An exquisite and elegant lady, her appearance can be considered delicate, but when these elements are combined with her amazing height, it often gives people a sense of disobedience.

Judging from the reactions of other students, what they thought was probably the same as that of Lancet, but fortunately, Mrs. Maxim should have gotten used to people's gazes. In short, she was standing in front of the carriage at this time, and she was behaving properly. He was talking to Dumbledore.

"Dear Madame Maxime," Dumbledore said briskly, "Welcome to Hogwarts." hand kiss.

"Dumbledore," said the other party's voice in a low voice that matched her figure, "I hope you are all well." Then, she turned sideways and waved her hand, turning everyone's attention to the crowd behind her, "My student .”

Thanks to her, Lancet only now found a group of men and women standing in front of the carriage. At this moment, small screams suddenly sounded from the crowd, and as time passed, they became louder and louder.At first Lanster thought the movement was due to the arrival of Durmstrang's representative team, but before he turned his head to look for the third school, he felt a gaze on his face.

Then, Lancet felt his hand being grabbed by His Royal Highness, and Draco's impatient voice rang in his ears, "Tsk, Carter Oberon."

The name finally made Lanster react, and he realized the reason for the excitement of the girls - Carter is indeed a handsome wizard. For a few days, Pansy was crazy about him. Unfortunately, with the high-quality potential of His Royal Highness, After a while, Pansy's attention was focused on Draco again.

Lanster turned his gaze back to Madam Maxim this time, and sure enough, at the front of the group of students, Carter was looking at him with a smile on his face, and then, under the bewildered eyes of the boy, did Mouth-shaped: Surprise...

No, I'm not surprised at all. Feeling the strength of Draco's hand, the Lanster boy thought silently, I just want to be a spectator of the Triwizard Tournament quietly, instead of being caught by my chief before that. The right hand pinched off or something.

Just at this time, Madam Maxim led their team towards the inside of the castle, and the phalanx of students automatically made way for them. Unfortunately, that passage happened to be on Lanster's left .

There were many times when Lanster was keen to be a spectator, but that was by no means today, let alone this moment.Lance clearly felt Beauxbaton's leader professor slowing down in front of him, and then, the handsome man who was originally staring at him turned his head towards him, "Long time no see Lance," he even reached out and touched Touching the red hair that Lanster is so proud of tonight, "Tonight's hairstyle is not bad."

Lancet heard the voice of Pansy, who was closest to him, yelling "I'm going to faint", and the envious eyes of many Beauxbaton girls, but the clearest thing to say is——

"Hey Draco," the boy moved his arm in dissatisfaction after Beauxbaton's people passed by, "Can you please let go of my hand? I plan to use it for my divination homework tomorrow! "

The person next to him was silent for a while and finally loosened Lanster's paw mercifully, and said with a half smile, "I thought you would feel cold."

Hell, the boy who was rubbing his paw rolled his eyes in his heart, if my hand feels cold, it must be because you squeezed it so hard that the blood doesn't circulate, and when this sentence came to his mouth, Lance have converted them to "I think the temperature is just right now, thanks.

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Carter (stretches paw): Lance, the hairstyle is good tonight n(*≧▽≦*)n

Xiaolong: In exchange, this hairstyle is not allowed in the future! ┻━┻︵╰(‵ ′)╯︵┻━┻

Lance: Who will take care of this childish ghost ╮(╯_╰)╭

☆, Do you also like Lancet?

40. Do you also like Lancet?

Not long after this, Durmstrang students appeared on the Hogwarts campus in an equally strange way.Not only that, if Carter in Beauxbaton School had succeeded in cheering the girls of Hogwarts just now, then this role has now been replaced by the boys.

"I should have thought about it earlier!" When the owner of that gloomy face stepped off the weird big boat that the Durmstrang students were riding on, many boys were already about to wave their scarves, "Victor Of course Krum is coming, no doubt about it! A fine Seeker from Durmstrang!"

"That's enough, Jordan." Professor McGonagall stopped the Quidditch commentator who had no chance to play this year with a dark face. "It's not a Quidditch game now, and you don't need to comment."

"Oh well, professor." The boy said reluctantly, "if you insist." In fact, Professor McGonagall was very persistent, although many students hoped that Jordan's explanation would continue, after all, in their hearts , the Quidditch commentary should be that Krum's background music.

Unlike the Beauxbatons who were wearing light silk materials just now, probably due to the school climate, Armstrong's students were all wearing thick fur cloaks. Such equipment seemed a bit too much even in Britain, which had begun to get cold.But even so, their principal still said after greetings, "I hope we can go in quickly, you know, Victor has a cold."

Looking at Krum's robust body, Lanster has reason to believe that the 'cold' is an excuse for Karkaroff to take his favorite student beside him to show off, because when he noticed that everyone's After all eyes were on Krum, the man with the goatee couldn't help showing a satisfied smile, perfectly interpreting the success of a villain.

Karkaroff, who had found a sense of presence from the eyes of everyone, finally asked to enter the hall. Lancet really felt that this was the most correct thing he did after he stepped into Hogwarts.

After entering the auditorium, Beauxbaton's students sat down at the Ravenclaw long table early on. Among the remaining three colleges, only Slytherin's long table was relatively spacious, and Durmstrang's side did not. The professor who led the team, but everyone followed Krum. When he saw Krum leading a group of people walking in his direction, Lanster asked Draco nervously, " You said, if I ask him for an autograph now, will he agree? I can let him write his name on my tie. "

But when he finished speaking, before Draco could answer, Krum was already standing in front of them, "Is it convenient to sit down here?"

Draco nodded reservedly, and under his leadership, the entire new fourth grade students in Slater actively divided into two, leaving enough space for Durmstrang.

"Thanks." The sullen-looking Seeker smiled at them, sat down next to Lancet, and—

"Hello, Mr. Knott." Krum took out a quill from his pocket, "Can you sign me? On my tie."

A wonderful twist, Lanster bets that if he dares to take the quill at this time, he will be tossed by a group of brainless fans before tomorrow. 'Is it too late for me to tell him that you've got the wrong person? The boy instinctively wanted to look back at Draco on the other side of him, but as if he knew what he was going to do, His Royal Highness grabbed his arm first.

"I believe there is nothing more exciting than the following welcome ceremony at this time, Your Excellency Krum." Draco sincerely suggested to the other side over the boy, "Why can't we leave some things behind?" After dinner? After all, we will spend almost a school year in the next time."

Lanster nodded in agreement, and cast his expectant gaze on Krum, who did not disappoint him, and spoke a few words to the other people around him in German. After that, the guests from the two schools The location is finally determined.

On the teacher's table, Dumbledore's left and right positions were occupied by Karkaroff and Madam Maxime. Besides, there were two vacant chairs. "Who else hasn't arrived?"

"It should be the referee." This time it was not Draco who answered his question, or rather, it was not Draco who answered him first this time. —— Krum answered the question faster, "Mr. Principal mentioned it before, it should be an official of the British Ministry of Magic." Lanster nodded flattered, hesitating whether he should put on a gesture of sudden enlightenment in order to He expressed his understanding, after all, the man next to him was the male god of all the boys in the school.

"You don't have to be so nervous," Fangzheng turned to look at the troubled Lancet. "You can simply be your fan." He paused, "Our family likes you very much."

"Thank you," the boy who was loved by Krum's family squeezed out a stiff smile, "I will work harder..."

Fortunately, even if Dumbledore interrupted the content behind him, to be honest, Lancet was really worried that he would say something 'full of emotion' in a while.

"Good evening, ladies and gentlemen, ghosts, and - especially - distinguished guests," said Dumbledore, "it is with great joy that I welcome you to Hogwarts. I hope And trust me, you will feel comfortable and happy here." (Original)

Compared with the response from Beauxbatons, the Slytherin long table seemed to be much more powerful. Lancet felt that this group of Durmstrang students who had a Zabini in each height were very helpful to Hogwarts. everything is kept