Unable to persuade Harry, Godric backed him up again.

Professor McGonagall hesitated for a moment, then pulled Hermione out and made her stand with Harry.

After the beginning of this semester, Hermione changed a lot. Just minor changes in her hairstyle and teeth made her look several times more beautiful. At the beginning of the school year, many students were amazed by her, and even some Gryffindor and Ravenclaw students plucked up the courage to pursue Hermione.

only……

Most of those people couldn't even beat Crookshanks, a half-breed cat-nimbus, which was also an "XXX" level dangerous creature.

The few who performed well were not cursed by Hermione.

She grew into a beautiful and lovely girl, and having her standing next to Harry could somewhat ease the grim atmosphere.

Professor Snape was much more casual. He picked two good-looking ones to act as the front. He knew very well the level of the students in his own college. Not to mention Harry, even Cedric and the others could not compare with them.

After they lined up, they walked out of the auditorium and stood in front of the castle.

The chill of late autumn poured down, night slowly fell, and a half moon hung on the treetops.

Ron poked his head out from behind, grabbed Harry's arm and checked the time: "It's six o'clock. How will they come? The Hogwarts Express?"

"Probably not." Hermione shook her head, "In that case, we should go to the train station to meet them."

"Apparition, or a Portkey?" Ron continued to speculate.

Harry shook his head. "Hogwarts is protected by magic. Apparition is prohibited here, at least human Apparition and Portkeys are prohibited."

"You won't ride a broomstick, will you?" Ron pursed his lips. "Although that's a very Krum way."

Maybe it'll be handsome, but silly.

Flying from such a far distance, I'm afraid I'll be frozen into a fool halfway through.

Harry suddenly looked up: "Here it comes."

Dumbledore shouted almost at the same time: "If I'm not mistaken, the representatives from Beauxbatons are here!"

The little wizards were excited and chattering, looking into the distance on the road.

The little wizards who were standing close to Harry followed his gaze and looked up at the sky.

A huge monster was flying towards them.

"Fire dragon! Is it a fire dragon?" a little wizard screamed excitedly.

Ron also clutched at Harry's robes anxiously.

"It's a rune horse, with a house behind it," Harry answered for Ron.

Ron was a little disappointed: "It's not a fire dragon."

"The rune horse is also very nice." Harry shook his head, "but not as cool as the motorcycle."

The huge house soon fell to the ground, smashing heavily on the ground, splashing a cloud of dust and scaring the nearest badgers. The team was almost scattered, as they were afraid that the house would collapse and splash all over them. However, the building was much stronger than it looked, and it was not affected at all.

Wait until it comes to a complete stop.

The door with two crossed wands and three bright stars on it was pushed open from the inside.

A boy in a light blue robe jumped out of the car and waved his wand. The magic power fell delicately on the car, and a golden spiral staircase appeared. Then a lady who was a little bigger than Hagrid walked out of the house.

Harry watched expressionlessly.

so……

In fact, such a huge body size is the normal size for humans, but it is rare?

Following her, more than a dozen men and women got off the carriage.

Dumbledore walked up to the tall woman and greeted her, "Long time no see, dear Ms. Maxime, welcome to Hogwarts."

The little wizards' eyes were not on the two professors at all.

Almost all of them set their eyes on a silver-haired witch from Beauxbatons. She was holding the hand of a little witch who was almost carved from the same mold as her, only several sizes smaller.

"Harry, look how beautiful she is." Ron pulled Harry's sleeve and pointed secretly.

Hermione glanced over, then glared at Ron fiercely, then looked at Harry somewhat uneasily.

Harry had a blank expression on his face and slapped Ron's hand: "Don't look at her, she's not completely human."

Ron was stunned: "Huh?"

"She should be a half-Veela," Harry explained. "An avian smell."

Hermione scowled and tried hard not to laugh.

Ron clenched his fists and took a deep breath, as if he was making a difficult decision: "She's so pretty, it doesn't matter if she's a Veela."

Hermione gave him a disdainful look.

Tsk, man.

Can't you just learn from Harry?

The students of Beauxbatons were also looking at Harry. Even though they were as far away as France, they would occasionally hear rumors about Potter - especially this year, at the Quidditch World Cup, when he fought off dozens of dark wizards alone and captured two leading Death Eaters.

The observation did not last long, as Ms. Maxime and her students entered the castle first.

Hogwarts will continue to wait for Durmstrang.

The young wizards were reluctant to leave and kept looking back at the castle. They all wanted to take a few more looks at the half-blood veela.

Ron was patted on the head by Harry several times before he reluctantly turned his head back: "Harry, how do you think Durmstrang will come? Will it also be a rune horse, or a thestral, or other Pegasus?"

Harry looked towards the Black Lake: "Here it comes."

here we go again?

The young wizards hurriedly followed his gaze and landed on the Black Lake.

There is nothing, the lake is quiet.

Just when the little lion couldn't bear it anymore and wanted to ask.

There was a "huff" sound like a toilet flushing, and the surface of the Black Lake seemed to be boiling. Huge splashes of water emerged and slowly condensed into a huge whirlpool. A mast emerged from the center of the whirlpool, followed by a canvas.

A huge, somewhat eerie shipwreck emerged from the bottom of the lake.

"We didn't know there were such interesting things at the bottom of the Black Lake." Fred was stunned.

George muttered to himself, "Damn, how much treasure we are going to miss."

Harry broke their fantasy: "This is not a ship at the bottom of the Black Lake. It clearly smells like the ocean. And I heard from my godfather that he explored the bottom of the Black Lake when he was a student. There was no treasure, only mermaids."

"Sirius is such a great senior." Fred's eyes widened.

George agreed: "It seems that we should communicate more with Sirius during the summer vacation. Hogwarts still has many secrets waiting for us to discover. It's a pity that we are already in the sixth grade and there is only one year left."

"A year and a half," Fred corrected. "We can prepare now."

"But what if we are lucky enough to become the champion of Hogwarts?" George frowned and took the time to daydream before it was completely dark.

Fred was startled and spread his hands: "Then you and Harry will have to go exploring together. I have to prepare for the Triwizard Tournament."

"Even if I'm chosen, it should be me." George emphasized.

Professor McGonagall coughed twice.

They both fell silent immediately.

A group of people got off the boat and walked slowly towards them. Both men and women were very tall and wrapped in thick fur cloaks. The man in the lead was tall and thin, and even with a polar bear fur cloak, he still didn't look burly.

He greeted Dumbledore warmly: "Dumbledore! My dear old friend, it's been a long time since we last met."

Dumbledore said to him perfunctorily: "Long time no see, Professor Karkaroff."

He glanced at the students at Hogwarts and finally stopped at Harry, looking at him deeply for several times. However, he did not mention anything related to Harry during his conversation with Dumbledore.

After staying outside for more than an hour, the little wizards were finally able to return to the castle with the students of Durmstrang.

Ron was excited.

"Harry, that's Krum."

"Alive!"

"Damn it, he actually came to Hogwarts."

"I should have thought of it earlier. Why didn't I bring a quill? Harry, is there one in the Sorting Hat? Lend it to me. I'll go ask Krum to sign for me..."

He kept on talking.

Hermione was annoyed: "Ron, he is also a student, but he became a Quidditch player."

"That's all?" Ron was surprised. "He's the best Seeker in the world."

Hermione deadpanned, "Not necessarily better than Harry."

Ron was stunned, his momentum weakened: "Then he is also one of the best seekers in the world."

"Maybe he will be Harry's rival." Hermione continued, "Since he is so outstanding, he will definitely become a warrior of Durmstrang. Do you want to ask Harry's rival for an autograph?"

Ron paused, looked back at Harry in disbelief, then leaned forward to look at Krum in front of him.

Yes...

Krum would most likely become Harry's rival.

"It's okay, go get an autograph." Harry took out a quill and a small golden flying ball figurine. "It's just an autograph, it's nothing."

Ron stared at the tiny model in a trance.

The Sorting Hat said something sarcastic, saying what Ron was thinking: "Harry, how come you have everything?"

Ron nodded subconsciously, and the shaking of his head brought him back to his senses. He quickly shook his head and pressed Harry's hand back: "No, Harry, I can't do that now. Even if it's Krum, I will stand firmly by your side."

As he spoke, he paused slightly and said hesitantly: "You can keep it for me first. After the semi-finals, when you get the trophy, I will ask him to sign it for me."

Harry pretended to put the things back. "Really? Then you'll have to wait a whole term."

Ron gritted his teeth and nodded: "Of course, I am your supporter now."

"Did I really put it back?" Harry slowed down his movements and stuffed the things into the Sorting Hat little by little under Ron's gaze.

Ron tilted his head away: "I can wait a semester."

The Sorting Hat poked Harry's wrist with the tip of its hat. "Harry, hurry up, either put it back or take it out. Don't be so hesitant."

Harry stopped teasing them and stuffed the things back.

Ron felt lost, but soon he began to imagine: "Where do you think Krum and the others will live? Invite him to our dormitory, so that you two can get to know each other better as rivals."

Hermione ruthlessly interrupted his fantasy: "Harry is stronger than Krum. It's not a good thing for Harry to let them get too close."

"They can live on the boat. It's a big boat," Harry added.

Ron sighed, looking worried.

The idol was right in front of him, but he couldn't have close contact with him, which made him feel a little painful.

They hurried back to the auditorium.

The students from Beauxbatons and Durmstrang were still standing at the door, discussing where to sit.

Ron prayed in his heart, hoping that Krum could sit at his long table. If that didn't work, the silver-haired witch from Beauxbatons would also do.

His prayer came true.

Just after Harry and the others sat down, the silver-haired witch walked over with brisk steps, stood behind Ron, and patted him on the shoulder gently: "Sir, can you make way for me? I want to sit here."

Ron turned his head and looked into her azure eyes that shone with a faint silver sheen. He nodded stupidly like a puppet: "Of course, beautiful lady."

Harry grabbed Ron's sleeve and turned his head to meet her eyes.

A cat's pupils are as sharp as knives.

The silver-haired witch couldn't help but take a few steps back, knocking down the Ravenclaw student next to her, making the little boy feel dizzy.

"Isn't it a bit too much to use Veela magic on students from a friendly school?" Harry questioned her in a calm tone.