Chapter 548: Could It Be Him?

Although she glared at Ivan, Hermione didn't seem to be angry.

"Okay, after all of you look away." She said very bluntly, "You will find that Dumbledore and the others have already entered, and the banquet will begin soon."

Hermione was right, Ivan turned his head and saw that the professors were walking into the auditorium, and they went to the guest chair and sat down.

The last ones were Professor Dumbledore, Professor Karkaroff and Madame Maxime, the principals of the three magic schools.

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

Many Hogwarts students couldn't help sniggering at their behavior, but Beauxbatons' representatives didn't look embarrassed at all, until Mrs. Maxime sat down on Dumbledore's left, they Sit down again.

Aiwen knew that, compared with the more relaxed environment of Hogwarts, Beauxbaton's management was very strict.

All the professors sat down, Dumbledore remained standing, and the auditorium gradually fell silent.

"Good evening, ladies and gentlemen, ghosts, and, especially, our distinguished guests!" said Dumbledore, looking at the foreign students with a smile, "it is with great joy that I welcome you to Hogwarts. I hope and trust that you will be comfortable and happy here."

At Dumbledore's words, a Beauxbatons woman sneered, no doubt ironic.

She still wrapped her head tightly with the scarf, so she couldn't see clearly.

"That guy is annoying, and no one is forcing you to stay!" whispered Hermione.

She was obviously annoyed by that girl, and Ai Wen hurriedly whispered a few words to persuade her.

There are many people who think like Hermione, and everyone is surprised by the behavior of that Beauxbatons girl.

I don't know what kind of education they received in the school. Beauxbatons has a strong hostility towards Hogwarts.

Aiwen was like this last time, if he didn't agree with each other, he would do it, these Frenchmen!

As for Durmstrang's students, they didn't express their hostility so directly, but they didn't pay attention to Dumbledore's speech. They seemed to be more interested in the golden tableware on the table, guessing whether they were really gold.

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

He sat down, and Ivan saw Karkaroff immediately stepped forward and talked to him.

The next second, the plate in front of them was full of food as usual.

The house-elves in the kitchen seemed to be doing their best, and they had never seen such a sumptuous array of dishes before them, some of which must have been foreign.

"What's this?" Colin asked.

He pointed to what looked like a seafood hodgepodge next to a large steak and kidney pudding.

"French bouillabaisse." Hermione said, "It's a French dish. I had it during the summer vacation the year before last. It was delicious."

Hearing her words, everyone tried to hold a little for themselves.

Only Ron hadn't moved, she had been staring at Fleur without taking her eyes off her.

"Hurry up, Ron, it'll be cold in a while!" Harry gave him a tug.

"Oh!" Ron responded, reluctantly looked away, and brought himself some black pudding.

For some reason, the auditorium seemed to be much more crowded than usual, even though there were only less than twenty more students.

Perhaps it's because their differently colored uniforms stand out against Hogwarts' black robes.

Beauxbaton's school uniform robes were sky blue, and everyone in Durmstrang wore blood red robes under their fur cloaks.

Twenty minutes after the banquet began, Hagrid slipped into the Great Hall through a door behind the staff desks.

He took his seat at the end of the table, near the Gryffindor table.

Hagrid raised a hand wrapped in many bandages, and waved at Ivan, Harry, Ron and Hermione.

"How's the snail?" Harry couldn't help asking.

"No problem, it's growing well." Hagrid replied happily.

"Yeah, I guess so," whispered Ron, "Looks like they've finally found something they like to eat, and that's Hagrid's fingers."

He was ignored because someone else entered the auditorium, Ludo Bagman and Percy's immediate boss, Mr. Crouch.

Bagman walked over and sat on the other side of Professor Karkaroff, while Mr. Crouch sat next to Mrs. Maxim.

Aiwen looked up and stared at Crouch, has this guy been controlled by the Imperius Curse now? !

But it didn't look abnormal, and he didn't seem to be under the Imperius Curse. Crouch was still exactly the same as usual.

His meticulous look, ordinary people can't do it.

As if feeling Ivan's gaze, Crouch suddenly raised his head and looked at Ivan.

Ivan turned his head hastily. He had been thinking some time ago that if Barty Crouch Jr. planned to use someone else's identity to sneak into Hogwarts, besides being a student, he could also pretend to be his father himself, This possibility is very high.

As one of the referees, Barty Crouch has access to every aspect of the competition.

At that time, with the help of Keresis's fake Moody, it will be easy to manipulate.

Moreover, Barty Crouch Jr. knew his father's habits very well, so he didn't have to worry about revealing his secrets.

Even if there is any abnormal situation, it can be easily resolved with Mr. Crouch's status in the Ministry of Magic.

Detection props such as the Marauder's Map are useless to him, so there is no need to worry about being discovered.

That being the case, could Barty Crouch Jr. be impersonating Mr. Crouch?

When the golden plates were scrubbed again, Dumbledore stood up again.

A feeling of excitement and nervousness seemed to pervade the auditorium, and everyone was waiting for the next program.

Everyone suppressed their excitement and stared at Dumbledore intently.

Even the students of Beauxbaton and Durmstrang, no one was as distracted as before.

"The moment has finally come!" said Dumbledore, smiling with a tensed face. "The Triwizard Tournament is about to begin. I want to explain a few words before bringing in the box!"

"Bring what in?" Harry asked softly.

"have no idea!"

Except for Aiwen who knew that it was the Goblet of Fire, everyone was at a loss.

"I want to explain our program of activities for this school year, but first, please allow me to introduce two guests, because there are still people who don't know them. This is Mr. Barty Crouch, Director of the International Cooperation Department of the Ministry of Magic!"

There was sparse applause in the auditorium, and many people didn't know Barty Crow

"This is Mr. Ludo Bagman, Director of Sports and Sports at the Ministry of Magic."

The applause was much louder for Bagman than for Crouch, perhaps because of his minor fame as a hitter, or perhaps simply because he was much more relatable.

He stood up cheerfully and waved his hand in thanks.

You know, when the name of Barty Crouch was introduced just now, Crouch neither smiled nor waved. (To be continued.) Browse and read address: