Harry Potter and the Old Ones

"My God! My God! My God!" Ron exclaimed excitedly in the ears of Harry, Hermione and Tiera, "It's Victor Krum! Victor Krum Mum!"

Ron's voice grew louder than ever.

In addition to Mrs. Rosie, Durmstrang's principal Karkaroff, the two white-haired girls and Viktor Krum, fifty Durmstrang students disembarked from the ship. So much that everyone, male or female, wrapped themselves up like a furry bear.

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

"For Merlin's sake, Ron, he's a bit of a stubborn guy, he's just a Quidditch player," Hermione roared impatiently.

"Just a Quidditch player?" Ron stared at her blankly, as if he couldn't believe his ears. "Hermione! He's one of the best Seekers in the world! I never thought he was still student!"

As they and the other Hogwarts students crossed the foyer again towards the Great Hall, Harry saw Lee Jordan jumping up and down on tiptoe, trying to get a better view of Krum's back. A few sixth-grade girls walked, frantically rummaging in their pockets for something—

"Oh, I can't believe I didn't have a quill on me at all—"

"You mean he'll sign my hat with lipstick?"

"It's ridiculous!" Hermione said proudly as the four of them walked past the girls who were arguing over a lipstick.

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

"No, it's all upstairs in my bag," said Harry.

They went to the Gryffindor table and sat down.

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

"It's not that cold," said Hermione disapprovingly. "Why don't they wear capes?"

"Here! Come and sit here!" Ron said hoarsely. "Here! Hermione, move aside and make room for—"

"What?" Hermione was stunned. ""

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

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

Harry could see that Malfoy, Crabbe and Goyle were smug about it.

He saw Malfoy leaning over to talk to Krum.

"Ah, yes, Malfoy is fawning over him," said Ron bitterly, "I bet Krum sees what he is at a glance... I bet Krum has people everywhere he goes. In courting him, flattering him...you say, where are they going to sleep? We can offer him a bed in our dorm, Harry...I'll give him my bed, I'm sleeping on a camp cot. "

Hermione snorted softly.

"They look a lot happier than the Bujbarton gang," said Harry.

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

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

"Really?" Ron asked in surprise.

"Of course it's true," Tiera said, "I can help you make a potion of infatuation and put it into Victor Krum's diet quietly, so that your dear Viktor Krum will You're going to have it all - ha ha ha ha - seriously Ron, you should really see the look on your face right now, it's exactly the same as that group of girls fighting over a lipstick!"

Before Tiera could finish speaking, she started laughing.

Hermione and Harry laughed too, only Ron seemed a little embarrassed.

"Hey!" Ron shouted in dissatisfaction. "It's not a shame to want to be friends with Krum!"

At the staff table over there, Filch, the janitor, is adding a few chairs—

Filch put on the old musty tuxedo for today's grand occasion.

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

Nick Lemay and Mrs Rosie Rosie were also placed on the faculty.

Nick Lemay was arranged next to Dumbledore, next to Dumbledore's seat, but there were no knives, forks or cutlery in front of him——

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

Mrs. Rosie was sitting on the far right of the faculty seat, far away from Professor McGonagall's seat, but even so, Tiera could feel the full 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 a reasonable thing to take out the "Eye of the Dementor" and let it absorb the emotional power between the two old witches on this occasion.

Last were Professor Dumbledore, Professor Karkaroff and Madame Maxime—

Principals of the three colleges.

The Beauxbatons students rose to their feet as soon as they saw their headmaster appear.

Several Hogwarts students couldn't help laughing, but Beauxbatons' representatives didn't seem embarrassed at all, and they didn't sit down again until Lady Maxime sat down to Dumbledore's left.

Dumbledore remained standing until the hall grew quiet.

"Good evening, ladies and gentlemen, ghosts, and—especially distinguished guests from foreign lands," said Dumbledore, smiling at the foreign students, "with great joy I welcome You have come to Hogwarts. I hope and trust that you will be comfortable and happy here."

A Beauxbatons girl still wrapped her head tightly in a scarf gave a sneer that was no doubt sarcastic.

"No one's forcing you to stay!" whispered Hermione, annoyed by the girl.

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

He sat down~www.wuxiamtl.com~ Harry saw Karkaroff immediately leaned forward and talked to him.

The plates in front of them were piled full of food again as usual. The house-elves in the kitchen seemed to pull out all the stops. Harry had never seen such a sumptuous dish before them, several of which must have been foreign.

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

"Fish soup," said Hermione.

"Good guy," said Ron.

"It's French," said Hermione. "I had it the summer before last. It's delicious."

"I'll trust you," Ron said, filling himself with some black pudding.

Twenty minutes into the banquet, Hagrid slipped into the auditorium through a door behind the staff's desk.

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