The Harry Potter Show Teaser

Chapter 201 Dinner and Flame

"Look, they want Krum to sign with their lipsticks." Weiss pointed to the three witches who just passed by and said, "Do you still think that 'riot' is only for a moment?"

"Then will he sign?" Ron followed the eyes of the girls and looked at Krum who was walking ahead.

Weiss pursed his lips helplessly and rolled his eyes at Ron.

...the auditorium...

As soon as Weiss arrived in the auditorium, he heard a loud noise: "What is this!" It was a boy's voice.

"Rare and strange, these are the alchemy dolls from Brother Weiss's castle! I have played with them before!" The crisp voice knew it was Gabrielle: "There are many, many more that are exactly the same!"

"Yeah, Durmstrang's is just ignorant. We have all lived in Beauxbaton's, and the scenery there is really beautiful." A Beauxbaton girl also sneered.

"Cut! Isn't it just a broken doll! If there was such a broken doll in our school, it would have been thrown away!" A wizard in Durmstrang said disdainfully.

"Hehe, broken dolls?" This time, not only Beauxbaton's girls, but even some Hogwarts students who walked fast and arrived at the auditorium first gave mocking laughter.

"Isn't it?" The little wizard of Durmstrang didn't quite understand why everyone looked like this.

"As long as you can bring out the puppet made by the same person, I will take it. The price is up to you, and you will never bargain." Weiss walked into the door and glanced at the wizard who made the sound, and walked back to the seat he had been sitting on. : "Remember, the producer is Godric Gryffindor, the year is whatever you want, from 900 to 1000."

"Haha, I'll take it too, but it's one Galleon cheaper." Harry looked at the wizard who was stunned on the spot, and immediately added with a smile, emphasizing 'one Galleon'.

Just as those Durmstrang students looked at the alchemy puppets neatly lined up beside them with strange expressions, the side door of the auditorium opened, and all the professors filed in.

"Be quiet, everyone sit down." Dumbledore walked at the end, instead of taking the main seat, he stood directly in front of the teacher's table and said loudly. The magic power contained in the voice shocked the little wizards in the audience and quickly covered their ears. Sit back to your seat quickly.

"Good evening, ladies and gentlemen, ghosts, and distinguished guests," Dumbledore looked at all the students with a smile after everyone was quiet: "It is with great joy that I welcome you to Hogwarts." Ci. I hope and believe that you will be comfortable and happy here. The Tournament will officially begin at the end of the banquet, and I invite you to eat and drink as much as you like in your own home!"

"Brother Weiss, can you serve me a bowl of miscellaneous fish soup?" Just as Weiss was listening to Harry and Ron discussing which college Krum would rest tonight, a crisp female voice sounded from his ear.

"Oh? It's Gabriel, have you finished drinking on the table?" Weiss looked back suspiciously, and found that all the wizards of Beauxbatons had gathered at the Ravenclaw long table.

"Gabrielle, sit here." Hermione nudged Wes, and moved a little to make room for a space.

"Thank you." Gabriel thanked politely, and then happily sat on the bench, watching Weiss serve her mixed fish soup: "My sister's place is not enough, so I'll come here."

"Really?" Hermione looked back and found that Fleur was also looking at this side. She noticed that Hermione looked over and showed a wry smile. Min helps her take care of her younger sister.

"Hermione, I'd like a piece of buttered toast, can I?" Gabriel blinked at Hermione, because the small basket of buttered toast was far away from her.

"Here, are you also a student of Beauxbatons?" Harry was stunned for a while before realizing that the pink and jade-carved girl in front of him was Beauxbaton's little wizard, mainly because she was so young.

"Yes, because of Ms. Perenal Flamel's care, I entered school early." Gabriel picked out the toast that looked pleasing to the eye in the small basket Harry handed over.

"Perenal Flamel?" Harry looked at Weiss suspiciously: "Your teacher's daughter?"

"No, it's Aunt Mary. That's the name left on her tombstone." Weiss said softly after taking a sip of the thick soup: "She likes us calling her Aunt Mary."

"Yes, she likes it..." Hermione also lowered her head and responded in a low voice.

Harry regretted it instantly, he realized that he shouldn't have asked this question, and the atmosphere of a good dinner gave him a dignified atmosphere.

"It's okay, Harry." Weiss glanced at Harry, and shook his head slightly at him to signal that he didn't mind.

"I'm so sorry." Harry still felt a little guilty.

"You can give it to me..." Gabriel pointed to Harry at the little pumpkin pie near him, and when he was about to ask for it, Ron made a moderate voice as if he had been awakened: "It's Mei baby?"

The moment Gabriel heard the word, her face changed. She frowned and glanced at Ron, and quickly ran back to her sister Fleur.

"Ron!" Hermione whispered, frowning.

"What?" Ron looked confused as if he had just woken up: "I just seemed to be confused by a creature like Veela!"

"Phew, you've had enough!" Hermione kicked Ron under the table and asked Harry, "Do you still drink fish soup? I'm going to send it to Gabriel."

"No, take it." Harry lowered his head and adjusted his wizard robes, which had just been messed up by Ron's sudden jerk.

Hermione looked down at Wes's plate, gave him another portion with a spoon, and walked to the long Ravenclaw table next door with the miscellaneous fish soup, and was pulled to sit down.

"Oh? Professor Dumbledore must be very happy that he didn't remove the staple food when serving dessert today..." Weiss took a milk pudding and ate it satisfactorily.

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"After everyone eats and drinks enough, the Triwizard Tournament will begin!" Dumbledore said with a smile, "But before that, I need to introduce two guests to you! Because there are still people who don't know They, this is Mr. Barty Crouch, Director of International Cooperation at the Ministry of Magic and this is Mr. Ludo Bagman, Director of Sports and Sports at the Ministry of Magic..."

Dumbledore passionately introduced the rules of the competition on the stage, but Weiss was in a daze lacking in interest, as if the noise around him didn't disturb him at all, his head sank little by little, and finally hit After reaching the wooden table, he remained motionless.

"That stinky guy! He fell asleep again!" Hermione at the Ravenclaw table frowned angrily, then turned to Fleur: "I need to go back."

"It's no problem for you to go back, you'll be fine... But, I haven't seen you for two years, why are you still like this?" Fleur looked at Hermione with a strange expression, then looked at Gabriel and narrowly said: " Even Gabrielle's has grown a bit!"

"...Milk is completely useless!" Hermione's face turned red for a moment, and she quickly glanced around and said in a low voice, "I drink it every day and it's useless! Are you lying to me?"

"Yeah, you just noticed?" Furong's smile became brighter, and her expression changed suddenly, she reached out her hand to stop Hermione from continuing to ask: "You go first, Mr. Dumbledore is just talking about the way of the game, I need Listen, I'm going to race after all."

"...According to Weiss: I won't believe even a single punctuation mark in what you said!" Hermione moved back to the Gryffindor long table with a black-lined cat, and started tweeting as soon as she came back. S: "Get up! There are other colleges here! It's too embarrassing for you!"

"Hermione, leave him alone, he does this every time, he will wake up naturally after the professor finished speaking!" Harry tried his best to hold back his smile, and pretended to be serious: "Look, the professor took a wooden box from the wooden box. Come out of the cup! It’s still burning!”

"Really?" Hermione was also aroused and looked towards the stage, only to see that Dumbledore took out a large and roughly carved wooden goblet from the wooden box.The cup itself was inconspicuous, but it was filled with dancing blue and white flames.

"This flame is so beautiful!" Hermione immediately praised.

"This flame is so strange..." Weiss suddenly woke up, staring at the flame of the Goblet of Fire without blinking.

"Huh? You're actually awake? How rare!" Hermione looked at Wes with a look of cherishing magical creatures.

"...You asked her, and I said she was lying to you." Wes ignored Hermione's ridicule, and deduced something from her still red ears.

"How can you eavesdrop!" Hermione's ears became redder, she glared at Wes, stretched out her hand and clenched it tightly in front of Wes, and threatened, "Don't tell anyone!"

"I didn't eavesdrop." Weiss patted Hermione's clenched little hand away, and whispered in her ear: "Every time you finish drinking milk, you will look at Lavender and yourself with anticipation, as long as you have a little IQ can guess..."

"What? What?" Ron asked hurriedly with his gossip burning.

"It's nothing, it's just a matter between her and that girl." Weiss shrugged, pointed at Fleur who was listening attentively to her solemn answer, then changed the topic and said strangely: "Why didn't you listen? Didn't you want to participate in the triwizard hegemony game?"

"Don't mention it, Professor Dumbledore just said that he will draw an 'age limit' himself, and we are completely hopeless." Harry explained helplessly.

"That's right, even the aging potion my brothers mentioned won't make us 17 all of a sudden." Ron also agreed, shrugging his shoulders and spreading his hands, regretting, "1000 Galleons! I've lost them forever." about you…"

　Speaking of which, the name 'Perenal Lemay' should have appeared in the chapter of the tombstone, but it was written that I forgot, forgot, forgot. . .

　　
　
(End of this chapter)