Harry Potter and the Old Ones

"Oh my God! Oh my God! Oh my God!" Ron excitedly muttered in the ears of Harry, Hermione and Tiera, "It's Viktor Krum! Viktor Krum" Mu!"

Ron's voice got louder and louder.

In addition to Mrs. Rosier, Durmstrang's principal Karkaroff, two white-haired girls and Viktor Krum, there were fifty Durmstrang students who came off the big ship. So many that everyone, regardless of gender, wrapped themselves up like a furry bear.

After a not-so-pleasant conversation between the leaders of the two schools, Durmstrang's furry bears followed the Hogwarts students into Hogwarts Castle.

"For Merlin's sake, Ron, have some backbone, he's just a Quidditch player." Hermione shouted impatiently.

"Just a Quidditch player?" Ron looked at her blankly, as if he couldn't believe his ears, "Hermione! He is one of the best seekers in the world! I didn't expect him to be one of the best seekers in the world!" A student!"

As they walked through the foyer again toward the Great Hall with the other students at Hogwarts, Harry saw Lee Jordan jumping up and down on tiptoes, trying to get a better look at Krum's back. Several sixth-grade girls were walking, frantically searching for something in their pockets——

"Oh, I can't believe it, I don't have a quill on me -"

"Do you think he would sign my hat with lipstick?"

"That's ridiculous!" Hermione said arrogantly when the four of them passed by the girls who were arguing about a lipstick.

"I'd like to get his signed picture if possible," said Ron. "You didn't bring your quill, did you, Harry?"

"No, they're all in my bag upstairs." Harry said.

They walked over to the Gryffindor table and sat down.

Ron deliberately sat on the side facing the door, because Krum and his Durmstrang alumni were still gathered at the door, seemingly unsure where they should sit. The Beauxbatons classmates had chosen their seats at the Ravenclaw table. After they sat down, they looked around the auditorium with sullen expressions on their faces. Three of the students still had scarves and headscarves wrapped tightly around their heads.

"It's not that cold," Hermione said dissatisfied, "Why don't they wear cloaks?"

"Here! Come and sit here!" Ron croaked. "Here! Hermione, move aside and make some room—"

"What?" Hermione was stunned for a moment. ""

"Oh, it's too late!" Ron said regretfully.

Viktor Krum and his fellow Durmstrang alumni were already seated at the Slytherin table.

Harry could see that Malfoy, Crabbe and Goyle were elated by this.

He saw Malfoy leaning forward to talk to Krum.

"Ah, yes, Malfoy is fawning over him." Ron said sarcastically, "I bet Krum can see what kind of person he is at a glance... I dare say there are people everywhere Krum goes. In flattering him, flattering him... Where will they sleep, you say? We can provide him with a bed in our dormitory, Harry... I will give him my bed, I will sleep on the cot. "

Hermione snorted slightly.

"They look much happier than Bushbottom's gang," said Harry.

Durmstrang's classmates looked up with interest at the dark, starlit ceiling as they took off their students' fur cloaks. Two of the students also picked up the golden plates and goblets and held them carefully, obviously very interested.

"Don't worry Ron." Tiera said maliciously, "If you want to make friends with Viktor Krum, I can help you."

"Really?" Ron asked in surprise.

"Of course it's true." Tiera said, "I can help you brew a love potion and put it quietly into Viktor Krum's diet, so that your dear Viktor Krum You will have it all by yourself—hahahahahaha—seriously Ron, you should really see your expression now, it’s exactly the same as that group of girls who were fighting over a lipstick just now!”

Before Tiera could finish speaking, she started laughing.

Hermione and Harry also laughed, but Ron seemed a little embarrassed.

"Hey!" Ron shouted dissatisfied, "It's not a shame to want to be friends with Krum!"

Over there at the staff table, janitor Filch is adding a few chairs—

For today's solemn occasion, Filch put on his musty old tuxedo.

After all the students entered the auditorium and took their seats at the tables in their respective houses, the faculty members also walked in, and they filed over to the guest of honor seat and sat down.

Nick Flamel and Madame Rosier were also placed on staff seats.

After finishing his work, Nico Flamel was placed next to Dumbledore, next to Dumbledore's seat, but there was no knife, fork or cutlery placed in front of him——

After all, he is just a remote-controlled alchemy robot, so there is no need to waste food.

Mrs. Rosier sat at the far right end of the faculty seat, far away from Professor McGonagall's seat, but even so, Tiera could feel the hostility between the two old ladies.

Tiera scratched her eyeballs, but after thinking about it, she put down her hand——

He didn't think it was reasonable to take out the "Dementor's Eye" on this occasion and let it absorb the emotional power between the two old witches.

Walking at the end were Professor Dumbledore, Professor Karkaroff and Madame Maxime——

Three college principals.

The Beauxbatons students stood up quickly as soon as they saw their principal appear.

Several Hogwarts students couldn't help laughing, but the Beauxbatons representatives didn't look embarrassed at all. They didn't sit down again until Madam Maxime sat down on Dumbledore's left side.

Dumbledore remained standing until the auditorium gradually fell silent.

"Good evening, ladies and gentlemen, ghosts, and especially the distinguished guests from foreign countries." Dumbledore said, looking at the foreign students with a smile, "It is with great joy that I welcome You have come to Hogwarts. I hope and trust that you will find yourself comfortable and happy here."

A Beauxbatons girl still wrapped her scarf tightly around her head and let out an unmistakable sarcastic sneer.

"No one forced you to stay!" Hermione whispered, she was annoyed by the girl.

"The competition will officially begin at the end of the banquet." Dumbledore said, "I now invite everyone to eat and drink as much as you would at home!"

He sat down, and Harry saw Karkaroff and immediately leaned forward to talk to him.

The plates in front of them were piled high with food as usual. The house elves in the kitchen seemed to be pulling out all the stops. Harry had never seen such a sumptuous array of dishes before them, several of which were certainly foreign.

"What's that?" Ron asked, pointing to a large plate of what looked like a seafood chowder next to a chunk of steak and kidney pudding.

"French fish soup," said Hermione.

"Good guy," said Ron.

"This is French food," Hermione said. "I had it during the summer vacation last year. It was delicious."

"I'll just believe you," Ron said, serving himself some black pudding.

Twenty minutes after the banquet started, Hagrid slipped into the auditorium through a door behind the staff table.

He took his seat at the end of the table, raised a heavily bandaged hand, and waved to Tiera, Harry, Ron, and Hermione.

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