HP Star Shining

Chapter 145

"It's not that cold, is it?" Hermione complained. "Why don't they wear cloaks?"

Su Xingchen shrugged, not understanding, but one of the people with wrapped heads must be Furong.

"Here, come sit over here." Ron's voice was hoarse. "Hermione, move over a little and make some room."

"What?" Hermione asked in confusion.

"Alas, it's too late." Ron regretted that Viktor Krum and the students from Durmstrang were already sitting at the Slytherin table.

"Malfoy's trying to curry his favor," said Ron tartly, a sour taste welling up in his mouth.

Su Xingchen looked over and saw Draco leaning forward to talk to Krum. The two of them glanced at each other inadvertently, and she smiled uncomfortably before looking away.

It was Flint who was wearing the Slytherin house uniform that day, and now she was physically uncomfortable with it.

Draco frowned.

What happened again? He was sure that the last incident was over.

"I don't know where they will sleep. We have a bed available in the dormitory and I can sleep on a camp bed." Ron still didn't give up.

Hermione snorted.

"They look a lot happier than those people at Beauxbatons," said Harry.

The students of Durmstrang had already taken off their heavy fur cloaks and were looking up at the starry ceiling with interest. Two of them even picked up the golden plates and goblets and examined them carefully with great interest.

After all the students were seated, the faculty and staff also filed into the faculty and staff dining table.

At the front were Dumbledore, Karkaroff, and Madame Maxime.

The students of Beauxbatons stood up as soon as they saw their headmaster appear, and did not sit down until Madam Maxime sat down.

Several Hogwarts students couldn't help but laugh, but they didn't seem embarrassed at all.

It seems that Beauxbatons is a school with strict rules, or they particularly respect their principal, Su Xingchen thought.

"Good evening, ladies and gentlemen, ghosts, and...especially distinguished guests." Dumbledore looked at the foreign students with a smile. "It is with great pleasure that I welcome you to Hogwarts. I hope and believe that you will feel comfortable and happy here."

A Beauxbatons girl with her head wrapped in a scarf undoubtedly sneered sarcastically.

"No one forced them to stay." Hermione whispered to Su Xingchen, she was irritated.

"The tournament will officially begin after the banquet." Dumbledore had just finished speaking when the plate was filled with food again as before.

The house-elves in the kitchen seemed to have used all their skills, and the dishes were full and varied, some of which were obviously foreign dishes.

"What's that?" Ron asked, pointing at a large plate of what looked like a seafood chowder.

"French bouillabaisse," said Hermione. "I had it during the summer vacation two years ago. It was delicious."

"I'll trust you," said Ron, and helped himself to some black pudding.

I don’t know what’s going on, but even though there are only about twenty more people, the auditorium feels much more crowded than usual.

Perhaps it was because the blood-red robes of Durmstrang and the light blue robes of Beauxbatons were much more conspicuous than the black robes of Hogwarts.

"Excuse me, would you like to eat this plate of mixed fish soup?" a voice sounded.

It was the girl who laughed when Dumbledore spoke, and she finally took off her scarf.

You can see that she has long bright silver hair and a pair of big blue eyes, like an elf.

Ron's face flushed crimson. He stared blankly and opened his mouth to answer, but his throat seemed to be stuck and made a strange little sound.

"You take it." Harry pushed the plate to the girl.

"Have you finished eating?" she asked again.

"I'm done." Ron breathed nervously. "It's delicious."

Su Xingchen lowered his head and sneered softly. Ron had never tasted it at all.

The girl carefully picked up the plate and walked towards Ravenclaw.

Ron was still staring with wide eyes, as if he had never seen a beautiful girl before.

Harry laughed, and that brought him back to his senses.

"She's a Veela," said Ron huskily.

"Of course not!" Hermione's voice became sharp. "I didn't see anyone else staring at her like an idiot."

Su Xingchen moved a little further away. Oh my god, it felt like the quarrels and cold war of the new year were about to begin again.

Actually, what Hermione said was not entirely correct. Many boys were looking at the girl, and two of them were as dazed as Ron.

Su Xingchen felt that she was Furong.

"I say, that girl is really different." Ron turned sideways so that he could still see clearly. "There's no one like her at Hogwarts."

"The girls at Hogwarts are pretty good too," Harry said without hesitation.

Su Xingchen noticed that his gaze seemed to be fixed on Ravenclaw. The person two seats away from Furong was Qiu Zhang.

Looking at his awareness, and then looking at Hermione's dark face, she knocked on the table in front of Ron and said, "What are you talking about?"

Ron turned around and saw her half-smile and began to stammer uncomfortably, "I mean, besides you..."

Su Xingchen almost wanted to pry his head open. Her original intention was to tell Ron to stop provoking Hermione. What nonsense was this kid talking about? He was just causing trouble here.

"Once you two look away," Hermione said rudely, "you'll see who just came in."

She pointed to the staff table. The two previously empty seats were now occupied by Ludo Bagman and Mr. Crouch, Percy's immediate superior.

"What are they doing here?" Harry asked in surprise.

"They organized the Triwizard Tournament, didn't they? I thought they might want to witness the opening ceremony."

When the golden plate was cleaned, Dumbledore stood up again and introduced the Director of Sports and Physical Education and the Director of International Cooperation.

"Mr. Bagman and Mr. Crouch have worked tirelessly for the Dulwich Triwizard Tournament over the past few months. They will join me, Professor Karkaroff, and Ms. Maxime as the judging panel to judge the champions' efforts."

When they heard the word "warrior," the students seemed to pay more attention.

Dumbledore also noticed their sudden silence. He smiled and said, "The moment has finally arrived. The Triwizard Tournament."

He drew his wand and tapped on a large, old-looking wooden box encrusted with jewels.

The lid of the box creaked open slowly, and Dumbledore reached in and pulled out a crudely carved wooden goblet. The goblet itself was unremarkable, but it was filled with dancing blue-white flames.

Dumbledore placed it on the lid of the box so that everyone in the audience could see it clearly.