This Hogwarts isn't normal.

Busbaton's delegation did not think about it for too long, and they all walked towards the Gryffindor long table.

Furong and Gabrie walked in front, and Vincent quickly stood up and moved to Neville and the others.

Furong pulled down a little bit of the scarf that was almost covering her entire face, and stepped forward and hugged him with both hands, "Long time no see, Vincent."

Her fair face pressed against his side, "Are you surprised? You probably guessed we'll come here long ago?"

Vincent leaned forward slightly, put his face towards her, and gently placed his hands on her back, "I only guessed you, Furong."

After a French veneer, the two quickly separated.

Vincent looked down at Gabrie who was tiptoing toward him, "I didn't expect you to be there too, Gabrie."

After another French veneer, Gabriel reluctantly let go of her hand, "I've read the news, those bad guys didn't hurt you, right?"

Vincent lifted his strong arms and clenched them into fists, "I have always been very lucky, and they have suffered much more serious injuries than me."

Gabri raised her big smile, "That's great, can you tell me how you beat them away?"

"Of course." Vincent pulled the chair Neville gave out.

Gabri sat obediently on it, looking at him with anticipation.

Furong on the side was not neglected, and Hermione pulled her to sit opposite her.

The remaining students of Boothbaton were not neglected, and the Little Lions warmly received them.

And under Ron's gaze, Demstrong's delegation finally started to move.

Crum walked in front, his eyes always looking at the Gryffindor table.

"Here! Wikdor!" Ron whispered hoarsely, "Come here!"

Krum looked at Hermione, who was having a great time talking with Furong, and stopped at Slytherin's long table.

Draco stood up proudly, "Welcome, friends of Demstrong!"

Ron at the Gryffindor long table looked melancholy, "Ah—it must be because there are too many people here."

Suddenly, he narrowed his eyes, “Slytherin’s only advantage is that there are fewer people.

Malfoy and the others actually want to curry favor with Krum? I bet Krum can see through what they are all about at a glance. ”

Gradually, Ron's tone became sour, "I dare say that there are people who please and flatter him wherever Krum goes. You guys say, where will Demstrong's students sleep at night?

I think we could provide Krum with a bed in our dormitory, Harry, I would give him my bed and just sleep on the floor. ”

Harry smiled awkwardly, "Ron, the students of Busbaton have chosen us."

Ron glanced at the students who were wearing thin silk robes and were quite elegant and decent.

He sighed quietly, "It's not that I'm greedy, Harry, I just want to get close to Crumdo."

"I know." Harry pretended not to see the embarrassment on his face.

Under the warm reception of the little snakes, Demstrong's students took off their fur cloaks.

They looked over at the starry ceiling with interest. Two of them picked up golden plates and high-legged wine glasses and carefully held them, obviously very interested in this.

At the staff table, the janitor Felch is adding a few chairs.

For this grand occasion today, he put on the old tuxedo that was treasured and almost moldy.

A total of four chairs were added, two on each side of Dumbledore.

Mrs. Maxim and Kakarov will definitely sit on it, and the remaining two seats are a bit intriguing.

Shortly after all the students sat down, the staff walked into the auditorium together.

When Boothbaton's students saw their principal appear, they all stood up quickly.

Several Hogwarts students couldn't help laughing, but Busbaton and the others didn't seem embarrassed at all.

They did not sit back until Mrs. Maxim sat down on Dumbledore's left hand.

Furong smiled awkwardly at Hermione, "Our school pays great attention to etiquette, especially some small details."

"You can see." Hermione looked at her thin silk robe with a silence.

Furong knew what she wanted to say.

French people are famous for their particular attention to clothing, especially in formal occasions.

If you want to summarize it simply in one sentence, it is "just behave and not be warm."

Staff long table,

Dumbledore stood without sitting.

The auditorium gradually became quiet.

"Good evening, ladies and gentlemen, ghosts, and - especially VIPs." Dumbledore looked at the foreign students with a smile.

"I welcome you to Hogwarts with great joy, and I hope and believe you will have a comfortable and pleasant stay here."

His eyes paused at Vincent, as if he was a little surprised.

"The Triumph Championship will officially begin at the end of the banquet. I now invite everyone to eat and drink as much as they are at home!"

As soon as Dumbledore sat down, Kakarov on the right immediately stepped forward.

"My old guy, what do you think of Wickdor from our school?"

"He is a very energetic guy."

Mrs. Maxim on the other side gracefully picked up the silver soup spoon.

The French fish soup tastes very delicious, and the chef at Hogwarts has two brushes.

When the fish soup was almost drunk, a door behind the employee's desk was opened.

Hagrid, with one hand wrapped in bandage, sneaked to the corner and sat down next to Snape.

The fried tail snail has probably found something to eat, that is Hagrid's finger.

Gryffindor long table,

Furong finally took off her scarf during the meal, but fortunately the little lions were all burying their heads to make the meal.

"Hermione, how can the chefs at your school make authentic French cuisine?"

“Not only French cuisine, they also make delicious food from all over the world.”

"They?" Furong was stunned for a moment and soon understood.

It is rumored that Hogwarts founder Helga Hufflepuff has taken in many homeless elves, and it seems that their descendants are still working in the castle until now.

"Hermione?" Furong noticed that there seemed to be a hint of sadness in her eyes.

"I'm fine." Hermione pushed the French red wine stewed chicken in front of her, "Try this again, it tastes as authentic as fish soup."

After taking a bite of the hibiscus, the chicken is full of the mellowness of red wine, complex and rich in layers.

Seeing her closing her eyes and enjoying the food, the sadness in Hermione's eyes gradually faded away.

The problem of raising elves is very complicated. It cannot be completely solved by instilling "advanced ideas" in them, and then allowing them to have a liberation or revolutionary movement.

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