"Oh~, Igor..." Dumbledore was very surprised. He really didn't expect Karkaroff to want to take advantage of it after showing off. "I think the children may just let nature take its course when the Triwizard Tournament begins.

Better..."

Dumbledore's words immediately made Karkaroff laugh even more happily. He thought that Old Deng must be a student who didn't have anything to offer, so he avoided answering like this.

In fact, Dumbledore was afraid of calling Carl out and causing the commotion to get out of hand. They were talking in the principal's office just now, and Carl clearly showed his disdain for Krum, as if it was about Quidditch.

Odd games or something...

"Okay, old man! That's what you said..." Karkaroff's goatee almost stood up proudly. He believed that the winner of this Triwizard Tournament would definitely belong to Destreng. "The weather is a bit...

It’s cold, let’s go in quickly, for the sake of the Triwizard Tournament, Secrum can’t catch another cold~…”

"Please!" Dumbledore said with a smile on his face as usual.

When the game starts, you will know who will win...

"Everyone, follow us!" Karkaroff raised his arms and shouted, and the sturdy students behind him quickly lined up and followed him.

On the way back to the castle, Carl saw at least a dozen Hogwarts students jumping to their feet just to get a look at the back of Krum's head, which made him feel bad.

It seems that the star chasers in the magic world are more powerful!

When Dumbledore opened the door to the auditorium, the long reception time for the young wizards at Hogwarts finally ended. Everyone walked towards their seats in an orderly manner as Professor McGonagall said.

When Karl looked at his desk, there were already about twenty witches with exquisite makeup there. It was obvious that the Beauxbatons students had chosen to sit with them, and they were looking at the hall curiously.

.

Karl raised his eyebrows and didn't bother to pay attention to them. He sat down slowly as usual and waited for Dumbledore to finish his sex and enjoy his dinner.

Different from his indifference, some little wizards were so excited that they couldn't even speak clearly, such as...

"Come here! Come and sit here!" Ron hissed, "Here! Harry, Hermione, you move in a little bit and squeeze out some space..."

Harry and the others walked to the Gryffindor table and sat down. Ron specially pulled him to sit on the side facing the door, because Krum and his companions were still surrounding the door. It was obvious that they

Not sure where to sit.

"What on earth do you want to do?!" Hermione asked angrily when Ron suddenly pulled her and almost fell down.

"Oh~, what a pity, it's too late..." Ron did not answer her question directly, but his excited expression suddenly turned into frustration.

He propped his elbows on the table, rested his chin on his palms and looked sadly at the Slytherin table, where Krum and his classmates had already sat down.

Harry followed his gaze and saw that Crabbe and Goyle were very proud of this. Malfoy was leaning forward and talking to Krum in a lively manner.

"Yes, that's right. Flatter him, poor Malfoy..." Ron said sarcastically, "I bet Krum can see through him at a glance, although... of course there are always people around him who are flattering him.

…”

Ron's tone sounded like he had eaten a lemon, and his words were full of sourness. Then he seemed to have thought of something again, the look of frustration on his face disappeared, and he started talking again.

"I don't know where they will live. The Triwizard Tournament will last for a whole year... If they~...

I think we can make some room for him in the dormitory, Harry... I don't mind giving him my bed, I can sleep on the fold-out bed..."

"Stop dreaming, Ron!" Hermione sneered at this, and immediately mocked with disdain: "Have you forgotten those tents at the World Quidditch Championship? There is a magic called the Traceless Extension Charm..."

"Ah this~..." The smile on Ron's face quickly disappeared, and he opened his mouth and was speechless.

"It seems that they are much happier than the Beauxbatons group." Harry shrugged. Although he also paid attention to Krum because of Quidditch, he was not as crazy as Ron.

When Ron heard this, he suddenly became interested. He stretched his neck to look at Slytherin, and his eyes almost glowed green.

"He's so cool..."

Destrand's students were taking off their thick leather coats and looking at the black ceiling with twinkling stars with great interest. One or two of them even picked up the gold plate and goblets and looked at them carefully.

Apparently very infected.

Seeing that Ron was about to be bent by Krum, Harry suddenly felt a chill in his heart, and then he made a righteous sign of "no" to Ron, and then warned him that if he continues like this, he will never

Don't even think about getting into his bed.

In this way, Ron calmed down a little, but he still peeked at Slytherin from time to time.

Over at the staff table, the administrator Filch was adding chairs. For this occasion, he specially put on the tattered tuxedo that had been locked in a cupboard for so long that it was almost moldy.

All the students entered the hall and sat down at their respective tables before the professors came in. At the end of the line were the three principals, with Dumbledore walking at the back.

And when the only female headmaster among the three principals appeared, the Beauxbatons students all jumped up, and the Ravenclaws next to them laughed, making them seem embarrassed, but still no one

If they dared to sit down, they did not sit down until Dumbledore had taken the seat on his left.

There was silence in the auditorium, and only Dumbledore was still standing.

"Ladies and gentlemen...especially the guests, good evening..." Dumbledore smiled at the students from other schools, "I welcome you all to Hogwarts. I hope and believe that you will be here."

Live comfortably and happily...

Now please don’t be polite, please feel free to eat and drink.”

Dumbledore rambled on about the precautions for several minutes before he finally stopped. Finally, he took out his wand and waved it vigorously. The meal, which was richer than ever before, almost piled up into a small mountain on the table.

.

Carl, who was eating a piece of steak while holding his knife and fork, smacked his lips. He estimated that the house elves in the kitchen might have taken out all the stocks this time. During this period, he would be hungry someday and wanted to run to the kitchen for extra food.

It's probably unlikely.
Chapter completed!