v2 Chapter 469： Appearance

Different from the atmosphere of separate academic exchanges with Nurmengard, and the increase in the number of freshmen, the entire castle spreads an atmosphere of joy because of the arrival of this day.

The Big Four, a magical school event, is enough to keep young guys and girls awake with excitement.

In the class, no one was paying attention to the lecture, and everyone thought that the people from Nurmengard, Beauxbatons and Durmstrang were coming tonight. Even the potions class was not as unbearable as usual, because it ended half an hour earlier.

When the bell rang early, all the students hurried back to the common room of their respective colleges. They put down their schoolbags and textbooks as instructed, put on their latest cloak, and hurried across the corridor, over the The entrance hall, came to the main entrance.

Sean, who was slow and leisurely, was the last group of students to arrive at the scene even at Hermione's urging.

"Sean, I told you to hurry up." Hermione said dissatisfiedly, and the little white flower on the side secretly licked the magic lollipop in her sleeve, and then snickered at Sean.

Sean spread his hands: "Isn't it time to gather, and this time I didn't say that the prefects are responsible for maintaining order..."

As soon as the words fell, Professor McGonagall's voice rang.

"Prefects, maintain the order of their respective academies and tidy up the team."

Hermione raised her eyebrows at Sean in a demonstrative manner. Sean shrugged, crossed the crowd and came to the front, commanding the Ravenclaw team under the orders of Professor McGonagall.

After a period of chattering, the students lined up in a neat line. Professor McGonagall stood at the front and looked at her students with satisfaction. She glanced at her students and said in a loud voice, "Children, this is Hogg. Watts and other schools have held great events together, I hope you will always remember your honor as Hogwarts, and don't let other schools look down on you, you know?"

"understood-"

"Very good," Professor McGonagall nodded in satisfaction, "please come with me, the first-year students are at the forefront, don't crowd and don't make noise... Prefects, continue to maintain order..."

They filed down the steps and stood in line in front of the castle. It was a cold, airy evening, night was falling, and a white, translucent moon had hung over the Forbidden Forest.

Sean stood beside the line, his hands in his pockets casually, looking at the sky and the black lake.

The junior students around him were discussing in a low voice.

"How do you think they'll come? By train?"

"Probably not. After all, it's so far away. According to the speed of Hogwarts Express, it will take several months to drive?"

"The broomstick? Or some mount that can fly?"

"But the weather is so cold, and everyone is freezing after riding a broom for so long?"

"That's right, I think it might be Apparition or something like a door key..."

"But no teleportation magic is allowed within the Hogwarts campus. Even visitors from other schools must abide by this rule, right?"

"Maybe there is a giant in other schools. I heard the senior say that when they went to Nurmengard for academic exchange, a tower of the castle became a huge stone giant-"

"Oh, that must be cool!"

Listening to the students' conversation, the corners of Sean's mouth twitched.

The way of appearances often represents the strength of the school, and, for a long time, Sean believes that there is a sentence that makes sense.

It's always like this - when people get together, they can't help but want to show off...

At this moment, Dumbledore, who was standing in the back row with the other teachers, shouted—

"Ah! If I'm not mistaken, the representative of Beauxbatons has arrived!"

Following Dumbledore's voice, the students immediately looked anxiously in all directions.

Sean looked up directly at the sky.

Someone pointed high: "There!"

A behemoth, much bigger than a broomstick—or a hundred broomsticks—was speeding across the dark blue sky toward the castle, getting bigger and bigger.

As the black behemoth passed over the treetops of the Forbidden Forest, lit by the light of the castle window, they saw a huge powder-blue carriage coming towards them. It was the size of a house, and it was carried into the air by twelve winged horses, all silver-maned horses, each about the size of an elephant.

On the long-empty field in the distance, Hagrid was holding up two huge signs and waving it vigorously.

The carriage descended extremely fast, the driver saw Hagrid, and the huge carriage team roared towards Hagrid. After the earth-shattering sound, Hagrid, who fell to the ground, stood up in a cloud of smoke. The carriage almost lifted him just now. turned over.

The huge door was emblazoned with the Beauxbatons badge, and two golden criss-crossed wands, each with three stars emerging from it.

The door was pushed open, and a boy in a light blue robe jumped out of the carriage, bent down, groped for something on the floor of the carriage, and opened a golden spiral staircase.

He jumped back respectfully, and Sean saw a shiny black high-heeled shoe stick out of the carriage—the size of a child's sleigh.

A staggeringly large woman came out of the carriage. She was even a little taller than Hagrid, looking like a silver wall—she was wearing silver clothes today.

Contrary to Sean's imagination, this Beauxbatons headmistress had a rather handsome face, which was much gentler and more beautiful than Hagrid's rough and wild face.

Dumbledore began to applaud, and the classmates clapped along with them. Many stood on tiptoe, trying to see the woman more clearly.

Her face slackened into a graceful smile, and she held out a gleaming hand (almost full of opal rings the size of dove eggs), and walked towards Dumbledore. Although Dumbledore was also tall, he barely stooped to kiss the hand.

"Dear Madam Maxime," he said, "Welcome to Hogwarts."

"Dumbledore," said Madam Maxime in a low voice, "I wish you all the best."

"I'm fine, ma'am, and welcome to you and your students."

"Thank you—my students—"

Ms. Maxim stretched out her hand and took a move. Sean followed her hand and looked over. Dozens of men and women came down from the carriage one by one.

"It seems that there are a lot more students than I remember..." Sean thought silently.

The students who came down did not step forward without Ms. Maxime's order, but stood silently under the carriage. They were not wearing cloaks, and their clothes seemed to be all made of silk, giving off some soft glow in the dim sky.

Lady Maxime spoke to Dumbledore again, finally mentioning that her twelve huge silver-maned horses only drink single malt whisky - Dumbledore assures her that Hagrid will take care of the animals The ground is very good.

After getting a satisfactory answer, Madam Maxime waved her hand, and the group of Beauxbatons quietly came and followed her, crossing a road that the Hogwarts students had given way, towards the castle. walk inside.

"Wow..." Someone exclaimed in a low voice.

In front of the student team, two girls, one tall and one short, deserve this exclamation.

With a face like the most exquisite gemstone, impeccable facial features and a delicate figure, the long silver-white hair is dazzling, and the girl in the front is so beautiful that people can't take their eyes off.

And the shorter girl beside her was equally beautiful.

Most of the boys looked almost straight.

Sean knew who it was, Fleur Delacour of Beauxbatons, and her younger sister Gabriel, whose beauty, inherited from her Veela mother, made them instantly the center of attention.

What took this focus away was the loud noise that gradually amplified.

The giant silver-maned horses stomped their hooves restlessly and snorted heavily—not far away, a muted rumbling and sucking, like a giant vacuum moving along the riverbed.

"There! In the black lake!" a boy with sharp eyes exclaimed.

The black lake, which has always been calm like a mirror, fluctuated violently, the water in the middle of the lake was turbulent, huge splashes rose on the water surface, and the waves crashed against the wet shore of the lake—and then, in the very center of the lake, there appeared a large The whirlpool, as if a giant plug was suddenly pulled out from the bottom of the lake...

A mast poked out of the dark lake water.

Slowly, with great grandeur, the great ship rose out of the water, gleaming in the moonlight. It looked eerily, like a skeleton, as if it were the remains of a wreck that had just been salvaged, and the portholes flickered with a dim, misty gleam that looked like ghostly eyes.

Finally, with a rumble of splashing water, the big boat came out completely, tossed over the undulating water, and began to head towards the shore of the lake. Moments later, they heard a thud, an iron anchor dropped into the shallow water, and then another thud, a plank on the shore.

A group of people walked across the board and onto the gravel path of Hogwarts.

The students looked over curiously while applauding. Dumbledore stepped forward and shook hands cordially with the man in the lead.

"Dumbledore!" the man shouted enthusiastically as he walked up the slope. "How are you, my dear old man?"

"Excellent, thank you, Professor Karkaroff," Dumbledore replied.

Karkaroff's voice was mellow and sweet. When he stepped into the light from the main entrance of the castle, they saw him as tall and thin as Dumbledore, but his white hair was short and his goatee (with a small curl at the end) did not cover it completely Hold on to his thin chin.

Sean squinted at this Mr. Durmstrang's principal, a Death Eater who now has close ties to the returnees.

Karkaroff laughed and greeted Dumbledore. He showed yellow teeth, and the corner of his mouth was pulled to an extremely enthusiastic angle. However, even at this distance of Sean, he could see the other's eyes that were not warm.

Moreover, just as Sean looked at it, Karkaroff turned his eyes unintentionally, meeting Sean's eyes.

Karkaroff didn't pause, and after a momentary meeting, he naturally looked away.

He was looking for me just now... Sean sneered in his heart.

This man, who is even worse than Lucius Malfoy, has obviously been completely reduced to someone else's tool.

Sean shifted his gaze slightly and put it on Durmstrang's other students.

Behind Karkaroff, a burly boy caused many students to exclaim.

"Krum, it's Krum!" Sean heard Ron scream.

"What? That Viktor Krum of the Bulgarian National Quidditch team? The number one Seeker in the world?!"

More exclamations sounded, and no one even paid attention to the conversation between the two principals, all eyes were on Krum.

Sean took a slight look and looked away. He looked at the others.

The number of Durmstrang students is also quite large, and at a cursory glance, there are more than 60 students.

They looked indifferent and determined, with a force that made one want to step back.

Sean glanced at everyone without any shyness. Among them, a boy with a short head noticed Sean's gaze.

The boy grinned, showing his white teeth.

Arrogant and fierce, this was the boy's first impression of Sean, and then he saw that the boy gave him a thumbs up.

Then it crossed his throat.

Chi Guoguo's provocative behavior made Sean smile slightly. The boy was standing behind Karkaroff and beside Krum, who seemed to be the second-in-command among the students.

interesting…

Sean turned his head and stopped looking at each other, he was waiting for the last team to play.

When Karkaroff and Dumbledore had finished their conversation, Durmstrang's students had just had a face-to-face with the Hogwarts students.

The rumbling thunder sounded—

Without any warning, the torrential rain mixed with lightning suddenly poured down.

Strangely, the rain screen did not hit anyone present, as if there was a line separating the heavy rain from the normal venue.

Amidst the rumbling thunder, a dazzling red fire suddenly flashed in the distant sky.

The fire was spreading rapidly, the rain curtain began to evaporate, and the thick water vapor burst into everyone's eyes like a mist covered in an instant.

Then, the fire broke out fiercely, and the fog steamed up frantically, and the students with wide-eyed eyes finally saw the scene behind the fog.

It was a huge fire dragon, a pure dragon made of fire.

The fire dragon flapped its huge flame wings, completely evaporating the surrounding water vapor, and then made a deafening roar of filial piety - rushing towards the ground.

The students in the front row were so frightened that they all stepped back several steps, looking at this giant in horror.

The fire dragon stepped on the ground, and a charred smell emanated from the grass, and then, in just an instant, the fire dragon dissipated in an instant.

An old man came out of the flames.

"Ha, Hogwarts!" he laughed.