Chapter 545 Durmstrang

Gabriel seemed to want to come over to say hello to Ivan and say a few words.

But her little hand was tightly held by Furong, and she couldn't pull it out at all. She could only wave to Ivan with the other hand.

It wasn't until Ivan waved his hand in the same way that she let it go with satisfaction.

Immediately, seeing all the Hogwarts students staring at her, her face turned red all of a sudden.

The girl was obviously embarrassed. She was too excited after seeing Aiwen just now, and forgot that there were so many people here.

"Who is that French girl waving at Alvin?"

"I don't know, but she's pretty, isn't she?!"

Many boys were staring at Gabriel, seeming to be attracted to her all of a sudden.

Fortunately, Gabriel is still young, and the magic power of Veela blood in her body is not strong.

Everyone just felt that this little girl looked very beautiful and cute, with an inexplicable intimacy, and was not fascinated.

Immediately, more people noticed the expressions of other Beauxbaton students, especially those boys looking at Ivan one by one.

The unconcealed disgust on their faces seemed to harbor great hatred.

The little wizards whispered about this again. Although no one knew what Aiwen had done in Beauxbatons at the end of last semester, everyone was not surprised that Aiwen suddenly became the focus of attention.

They have been used to it for the past two years, and it seems that it would be abnormal if it were not like this.

As for Ivan, he didn't have time to think about what other people thought.

He didn't even pay attention to the group of Beauxbaton students who looked bad at him.

He said hello to Gabriel, and just put his hand down when Hermione suddenly leaned into his ear.

"Who is she?" she asked in a low voice.

"Gabrielle Delacour!"

Hermione nodded. She knew that Aiwen had such a believer, who sent several letters almost every week.

They also discussed at the time how the French owls were different from the British ones.

Ivan waited for a while, Hermione didn't continue talking, and didn't know what she was thinking.

He glanced back at Hermione in surprise, expecting her to press on.

Now Hermione is like a kitten, very quiet, but there is a hint of cunning in her proud eyes.

Aiwen turned his head, secretly thankful that it was a girl named Gabriel who came here. If Elaine was here, things would be terrible.

Leaving aside the brief commotion in front of the castle, the conversation between Dumbledore and Madame Maxime continued in the foyer.

"The last time I came to Hogwarts was more than forty years ago, and it still looks so beautiful here!"

"The door of Hogwarts is always open. You and your students can come whenever you want." Dumbledore said with a smile.

"That's right. In the past, magic schools often exchanged students with each other. This is a good tradition. I really hope we can restore it." Madam Maxim continued, "You know, since those two people After its appearance, the overall level of the European magic world can drop drastically, and there are many fields.”

"This Triwizard Tournament is a good start." Dumbledore said pointedly.

"That's right, is Karkaroff here?" Madame Maxime nodded.

"He will come any moment," said Dumbledore. "Would you rather meet him here, or go in first to keep warm?"

"Let's keep warm," said Madame Maxime, "but those horses."

"Don't worry, our Care of Magical Creatures teacher will be more than happy to take care of them," said Dumbledore, "he'll be back after a little mess, and there's something going on with his, well, other things he's got to look after. "

Apparently, it was the snails that were getting bigger and bigger.

They were now trying to get out of the box, and Hagrid had to catch all the escaping snails.

"My steeds need a lot of strength to take care of them." Madam Maxime said uneasy, as if doubting whether Hogwarts' teacher of protecting magical creatures would be up to the job, "You know, they are very temperamental. strong"

"I assure you, Hagrid is perfectly capable of the job," said Dumbledore with a smile.

"Very good!" Madam Maxime said, bowing slightly, "Also, can you tell this Hagrid that these horses only drink single malt whiskey?"

"I'll take care of it," said Dumbledore, also bowing.

"Come," Madame Maxime said solemnly to her students.

The Hogwarts students fell back, and the crowd cleared a passage for her and her students to walk up the stone steps.

After everyone from Beauxbatons had gone in, the topic shifted to Durmstrang.

"How big do you think Durmstrang's horses will be?" said Seamus Finnigan, leaning forward.

"Don't know, but if they were bigger than these horses, I'm afraid even Hagrid wouldn't be able to handle them," said Harry. "I mean, if he hadn't been bitten by one of his snails. Didn't know they were What's the mess?"

"Probably escaped," said Ron hopefully.

"Don't say that," Hermione said immediately, "think about it, those guys are crawling all over the field"

"Don't worry, Hagrid will take care of it, and Durmstrang doesn't necessarily have a rune horse." Ivan said.

In a low voice, he explained to the people around him the origin of the rune horses, their rarity, and the cost of raising them.

The little wizards were amazed again, they had always thought that these horses were the legendary Pegasus.

Everyone stood there, waiting for the Durmstrang delegation to arrive.

Another twenty minutes passed, and everyone was already shivering slightly from the cold.

Most people looked up at the sky helplessly, and there was silence all around for a while, because the time was too long and the temperature was too cold, everyone was not even interested in talking, only Madame Maxime's giant horse snorted and stamped its hooves. the sound of.

Suddenly Colin asked, "Did you hear anything?"

Immediately afterwards, Ivan also heard a very loud and strange sound floating towards them from the darkness: it was a suppressed rumbling and sucking sound, like a huge vacuum cleaner moving along the river bed

"In the lake!" Lee Jordan yelled, pointing to the lake, "Look at that lake!"

Standing on the slope of the lawn overlooking the grounds, they had a clear view of the calm, dark water.

The surface of the water suddenly became no longer calm, and there was a turmoil in the middle of the lake. Huge splashes appeared on the surface of the water, and the waves crashed against the wet lake shore. It's as if a giant plug has suddenly been pulled from the bottom of the lake

A long black pole-like thing slowly rises from the vortex, followed by the sail rigging (to be continued.) Browse and read the address: